McCluckles
Dirt, Its Just Dirt! (Second place in catergory 2!!!)
An entry into the...
Send me out...With a Bang Contest.
Catagory 2
"Dirt" Based of a Short story by Tobias S. Buckell in the Halo Evolutions Novel
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The figure in the charcoal-black body armour picked his way over the top of a shattered, stubby wing, then walked past the ruined mangle of a Pelican dropship. He paused by the tip of the Pelican and looked through the shattered windows of the cockpit.
"Over here, Marine"
The oval black helmet swung around to look at a thick peice of granite, the morning sun glinting of the uppside-down T-shaped visor.
Lying between the rock and the crumpled mess of a mounted chain gun from the Pelican's bow, lay a man in simple camoflauge.
He'd obviously been thrown clear of the cockpit on impact and bounced along the dirt. Both legs looked broken, and at least one arm.
Blood seeped through the Bdu's legs,torso and arms. Somehow the soldier had crawled out of his battle armour and lay a few feet away. A closer look showed why: his body armour was charred and melted, which would have burnt his skin.
The ODST crouched beside him and opened a medical pac. Biofoam, to stop the worst of the bleeding. The ODST worked as best he could, but he was no medic.
"Good to see you." The man's voice held the strange calm for someone who knew they were beyond help, so terribly injured they were past the pain. "I wasn't sure if the call got through."
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Here is a link to the winners of the contest!
Dirt, Its Just Dirt! (Second place in catergory 2!!!)
An entry into the...
Send me out...With a Bang Contest.
Catagory 2
"Dirt" Based of a Short story by Tobias S. Buckell in the Halo Evolutions Novel
Heres a section to put this into context:
_________________________________________
The figure in the charcoal-black body armour picked his way over the top of a shattered, stubby wing, then walked past the ruined mangle of a Pelican dropship. He paused by the tip of the Pelican and looked through the shattered windows of the cockpit.
"Over here, Marine"
The oval black helmet swung around to look at a thick peice of granite, the morning sun glinting of the uppside-down T-shaped visor.
Lying between the rock and the crumpled mess of a mounted chain gun from the Pelican's bow, lay a man in simple camoflauge.
He'd obviously been thrown clear of the cockpit on impact and bounced along the dirt. Both legs looked broken, and at least one arm.
Blood seeped through the Bdu's legs,torso and arms. Somehow the soldier had crawled out of his battle armour and lay a few feet away. A closer look showed why: his body armour was charred and melted, which would have burnt his skin.
The ODST crouched beside him and opened a medical pac. Biofoam, to stop the worst of the bleeding. The ODST worked as best he could, but he was no medic.
"Good to see you." The man's voice held the strange calm for someone who knew they were beyond help, so terribly injured they were past the pain. "I wasn't sure if the call got through."
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Here is a link to the winners of the contest!