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Iudicus XI part 5
1 ReviewsThe mission becomes...complicated.
Location: Fleet Command
Vessel: Scythe 3
(transmitting message)
static
"Iudicus XI, this is fleet command official enforcer ship Scythe 3. We have detected that you have gone out of orbit. Please respond within 15 minutes. Repeat..."
Location: Inside the Iudicus XI.
The kasrkin are trudging through hallways scattered with debris, blood, and dead bodies.
Suddenly, the ceiling PA turns on with a crackle.
"Iudicus XI, this is fleet command official enforcer ship Scythe 3. We have detected that you have gone out of orbit. Please respond within 15 minutes. Repeat..."
"shit. Fleet commands detected the ship."
"what difference does that make...? Wont they come send some big boys to help us?"
"nah...they don't care about us. They'd blow up this ship. They say sending men is a waste of supplies and time."
"but..we're elite. They wouldn't blow this shit hole up with us in it...would they.?"
"as I said. They don't care about us."
(the PA turns on again)
"This is Fleet Command Ship Scythe 3. We have waited 15 minutes. We now assume you are in a crippled condition. In 10 minutes we will converge upon your position."
"shit. Shit."
"what commander?"
"We've got to blow the shit out of that hive pool...so we can transmit a message back to the Scythe 3. They'll send boarding torpedoes to get us out."
"Will they care about us?"
"Well...if there's not to much work involved on their part, they'll pull us out....so let's move!"
The kasrkin start jogging towards their destination.
The soldiers are now at a large solidium door. On a signal, the demolitions man plants a charge. The door blows open, and the soldiers fasten their low light, life sensing head gear. Negative. Nothing detected. They keep moving.
They arrive at the door of a large room. The commander gives a signal, silently saying "the hive pool's in this room." He makes a quick fist, the symbol for locking and loading. The commander pulls up a armored foot and kicks the door down. The room is pitch black.
In the distance, the PA murmurs "3 minutes until arrival at destination."
The Kasrkin fasten headgear, and pull up their guns. The room if it can be called a room. Is alive. The walls are plastered with some living substance, and when stepped on, pushes back slightly. The men look around in horror.
The Commander, still stalwart, says "see that large hole in the middle of the floor? Throw to charges down there."
The kasrkin pull out 7. They were going to make sure this thing never came back to haunt them.
The Pa Crackles: the Scythe 3 has reached target area. Please send a confirmation message to acknowledge arrival. IF not received, vessel will be destroyed...
Vessel: Scythe 3
(transmitting message)
static
"Iudicus XI, this is fleet command official enforcer ship Scythe 3. We have detected that you have gone out of orbit. Please respond within 15 minutes. Repeat..."
Location: Inside the Iudicus XI.
The kasrkin are trudging through hallways scattered with debris, blood, and dead bodies.
Suddenly, the ceiling PA turns on with a crackle.
"Iudicus XI, this is fleet command official enforcer ship Scythe 3. We have detected that you have gone out of orbit. Please respond within 15 minutes. Repeat..."
"shit. Fleet commands detected the ship."
"what difference does that make...? Wont they come send some big boys to help us?"
"nah...they don't care about us. They'd blow up this ship. They say sending men is a waste of supplies and time."
"but..we're elite. They wouldn't blow this shit hole up with us in it...would they.?"
"as I said. They don't care about us."
(the PA turns on again)
"This is Fleet Command Ship Scythe 3. We have waited 15 minutes. We now assume you are in a crippled condition. In 10 minutes we will converge upon your position."
"shit. Shit."
"what commander?"
"We've got to blow the shit out of that hive pool...so we can transmit a message back to the Scythe 3. They'll send boarding torpedoes to get us out."
"Will they care about us?"
"Well...if there's not to much work involved on their part, they'll pull us out....so let's move!"
The kasrkin start jogging towards their destination.
The soldiers are now at a large solidium door. On a signal, the demolitions man plants a charge. The door blows open, and the soldiers fasten their low light, life sensing head gear. Negative. Nothing detected. They keep moving.
They arrive at the door of a large room. The commander gives a signal, silently saying "the hive pool's in this room." He makes a quick fist, the symbol for locking and loading. The commander pulls up a armored foot and kicks the door down. The room is pitch black.
In the distance, the PA murmurs "3 minutes until arrival at destination."
The Kasrkin fasten headgear, and pull up their guns. The room if it can be called a room. Is alive. The walls are plastered with some living substance, and when stepped on, pushes back slightly. The men look around in horror.
The Commander, still stalwart, says "see that large hole in the middle of the floor? Throw to charges down there."
The kasrkin pull out 7. They were going to make sure this thing never came back to haunt them.
The Pa Crackles: the Scythe 3 has reached target area. Please send a confirmation message to acknowledge arrival. IF not received, vessel will be destroyed...
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