Post by Lyric on Jul 26, 2014 15:04:04 GMT -5
A Gods Will Be Watching Fan-Fic I decided to do. Part one of possibly three. Any and all feedback is appreciated.
The sun beat down on them, relentless. Sand beneath their feet, it only got hotter. The only reprise they had was when the sandstorms came, blocked out the sun, gave everything a chance to cool down, if only for a few hours. Just a few fucking hours.
At that point, it may as well not even matter. They didn’t get to fucking appreciate that it was cooling down a little, because the sand was cutting into their skin, their eyes, though their uniforms. They didn’t find shelter, and they were lost, cut up and bleeding. Then it was done, and they were alone, left to burn up in the sun. It kept getting hotter and hotter. No fucking end.
Sergeant Abraham Burden and his platoon had been deployed to this desert fucking wasteland of a planet about two weeks ago. Fighting for the Constellar Federation, their job was the take down rebels rising up all around Legin. Some working for or with Xenolifer, others fighting for their own causes, and some of them nothing more than glorified bandits, killing for fun.
One of them, Corporal Jack Maslow had been born on Legin. He was one tough sonuvabitch, and the men were trying to follow his example. But Maslow had been on Legin during a time of relative peace. Now, they had to fight over water, ammo, food. Running from one miserable rock to the next, over the sand, under two suns, keeping the planet heating up with no break. Fighting a war they couldn’t win. Even for him, it was a challenge.
They’d lost so many already, and being out here… It was hard to tell them from the rebels they were fighting. Their white uniforms now dusty, covered in sand and dirt, using any rags they could find to try and keep the sun off of them. Almost now weapons, and even less ammo. They weren’t soldiers anymore, and they sure as fuck weren’t survivors.
They were just holding on, as tightly as they could, to that last thread. The single thread that could be gone in an instant. If they ran out of water, if the enemy found them, a sandstorm comes and there’s no shelter. No rest for them.
Burden looked up. For the past hour almost he’d been turning his own dog tag over and over again in his hand, the sun reflecting and glinting off of it. He sat in the shade of a rock, leaning up against him, the others doing the same.
Jack was on watch with Sam, wearing those stupid googles. Bright purple. Burden wasn’t even sure if they had a use or what. Finally, he got up, decided to see how things were going.
Dr. Todd was sitting down in the sand, still within shade of the rock that had been keeping them safe form the glaring sun for the past few hours. A bag of medicine next to him, he was drawing out a map of sorts in the sand. Even in the shade, the sand was still almost burning, Burden wasn’t sure how the doctor was able to stand it.
“Doctor,” he said gruffly, standing over him.
Dr. Todd looked up from his map, “Abraham, do you need something?” They’d abandoned the proper titles and ranks a few days ago. Didn’t seem important anymore.
“You’ve been keeping an inventory, on how much food and water we have?”
“Yes,” the doctor replied, scratching his beard, “that I have.”
Burden looked around. The men weren’t doing so good. It’d been a while since he’d last given out any rations of water. “How long do you think we can stay here, before we need to go looking for more?”
The doctor started rummaging around in his bag for something. Finally, he pulled out a notebook, and flipped through it. Trying to clear the grim from his glasses, but only managing to spread it around even more, he was silent for a few moments, reading what the count was.
“The men will need water soon, and by then, we won’t have enough for all of them. My answer would be…” he looked up from the notebook, his eyes meeting the sergeants. “As soon as possible.”
“Damnit…” Burden wandered off, leaving the doctor. He stood at the edge of the shade, staring out into the endless desert. It went on for so long, you couldn’t see a damn thing. All flat. Just sand… rocks… dirt… How could there be any life here? Why did the Federation have such a hard-on for this miserable piece of shit? Why sacrifice so many men, all for nothing?
“There’s not a damn thing here…” He said to himself.
He didn’t know how long he stood there like that for. Eventually, Maslow and Sam were relieved from watch duty by Rasmus and Greyshock, and Burden just kept standing there. His feet planted in the sand. A burning wind blew, and he didn’t move. Sand blew up against him gently. Like warm droplets of water, if only they weren’t cutting into his face. The sand began to build up around his feet.
At one point, he was certain that someone was trying to talk to him. Put a hand on his shoulder, but he just shrugged them off. Fucking Legin. Confederation. Rebels. Fuck them all.
It was timeless there. Later, he found out he’d only been standing there for an hour. It felt like an eternity. Then he saw it. On the horizon, a figure. He waited, and finally saw it. A white uniform, one of them. It had to be Starleech. Burden had sent him out to go scouting almost 4 hours ago, he was finally making his way back.
It was another ten minutes before he made it to this rock. The small bit of shade in a sea of sun. Burden went out to meet him. Walking out of the shade, he could feel the full force of the sun’s dry heat on him, waiting for him to burn, but he was used to it by now. That small bit of him that kept resisting, it wouldn’t give up.
“Sir!” Starleech wasn’t looking great. He’d found a rag that was barely anything but sand now, and had it wrapped around his head. “I’m sorry it was so long… I found an enemy camp… Heh, I barely made it out of there.”
Burden walked with him back to the camp now. Others were up, awaiting the news. “That’s fine, ya did fine, Starleech. That camp will have water, ammunition. Maybe we can contact the federation from there.
They were back in the shade of the rock formation. He gave Starleech a pat on the back. “Todd, give Starleech some water, he’s earned it. Rest of you, rest up. We’re leaving ASAP, and get ready for a fight.”
The camp looked well defended, a wooden structure, and a tower nearby was all the cover there. Two men stood guard, but there were probably more inside the building, and maybe one in the tower. They didn’t have much ammo left, so they’d have to make this quick.
Abraham had elected himself to lead the charge, along with Jack and Sam, the two best soldiers there. Out in the sun, all three of them were having trouble thinking, but they had one thing going for them. The element of surprise.
“Okay, so here’s the plan,” Abraham kept his voice down. Sound travelled across this fucking desert. “Jack, you go in, take out those two guards. Sam keeps whoever’s in that tower pinned down. I’ll go in the building, clear it out. There aren’t that many of them, and they can’t be doing any better than us for ammo. They won’t see us coming”
“Sounds like a solid plan,” Jack agreed, nodding his head, keeping his rifle close to him.
“Alright, let’s go then.”
Jack stood up fully, exposing himself, and kept his rifle at the ready. There was no cover, aside from the one dune that they’d be crouching behind. Before they could notice, he took aim, and fired, asking them down quick and clean, blood shining and glittering in the sun as the hot blasts tore through them, ripping holes in their internal organs.
Sam fired at the tower in bursts, as Abraham grabbed his gun, he could feel it’s weight in his weakened hands, and made a run for the camp.
They weren’t that far away, and he crossed the distance, form the tower, he heard a few shots, kicking up sand behind him, but Sam was keeping the bastard pinned.
Abraham brought his foot up once he made it to the door, and kicked towards the door. It flew open, revealing two men with guns inside the building, one taking cover behind a box of ammo.
Abraham pointed the gun forward, towards one, and fired a singular time, knowing that the blast would meet it’s mark. He calmly moved his arms to the left, the gun an extension of his limbs, and in the most natural form, fired again, killing the other rebel as a blast of energy tore through his skull, erasing any fragment of the man he was. Burden had been a soldier for the federation for so many long years now, this was the most natural thing in the world for him.
Then, something unfamiliar. A small, plop, as something feel from above and buried itself into the sand nearby. He didn’t even have a second to process it before fire rained through the room, the force knocking him back, burning him, and leaving him broken in the sand.
His eyelids heavy as he stared up into the empty sky, something was missing form him. The world he saw was different. He blinked slowly, feeling a new sort of warmth on his face, his leg.
And then the world went dark, and he stopped thinking. Damn, it was nice to finally rest…
Legend
By Zyphon
Part One
The sun beat down on them, relentless. Sand beneath their feet, it only got hotter. The only reprise they had was when the sandstorms came, blocked out the sun, gave everything a chance to cool down, if only for a few hours. Just a few fucking hours.
At that point, it may as well not even matter. They didn’t get to fucking appreciate that it was cooling down a little, because the sand was cutting into their skin, their eyes, though their uniforms. They didn’t find shelter, and they were lost, cut up and bleeding. Then it was done, and they were alone, left to burn up in the sun. It kept getting hotter and hotter. No fucking end.
Sergeant Abraham Burden and his platoon had been deployed to this desert fucking wasteland of a planet about two weeks ago. Fighting for the Constellar Federation, their job was the take down rebels rising up all around Legin. Some working for or with Xenolifer, others fighting for their own causes, and some of them nothing more than glorified bandits, killing for fun.
One of them, Corporal Jack Maslow had been born on Legin. He was one tough sonuvabitch, and the men were trying to follow his example. But Maslow had been on Legin during a time of relative peace. Now, they had to fight over water, ammo, food. Running from one miserable rock to the next, over the sand, under two suns, keeping the planet heating up with no break. Fighting a war they couldn’t win. Even for him, it was a challenge.
They’d lost so many already, and being out here… It was hard to tell them from the rebels they were fighting. Their white uniforms now dusty, covered in sand and dirt, using any rags they could find to try and keep the sun off of them. Almost now weapons, and even less ammo. They weren’t soldiers anymore, and they sure as fuck weren’t survivors.
They were just holding on, as tightly as they could, to that last thread. The single thread that could be gone in an instant. If they ran out of water, if the enemy found them, a sandstorm comes and there’s no shelter. No rest for them.
Burden looked up. For the past hour almost he’d been turning his own dog tag over and over again in his hand, the sun reflecting and glinting off of it. He sat in the shade of a rock, leaning up against him, the others doing the same.
Jack was on watch with Sam, wearing those stupid googles. Bright purple. Burden wasn’t even sure if they had a use or what. Finally, he got up, decided to see how things were going.
Dr. Todd was sitting down in the sand, still within shade of the rock that had been keeping them safe form the glaring sun for the past few hours. A bag of medicine next to him, he was drawing out a map of sorts in the sand. Even in the shade, the sand was still almost burning, Burden wasn’t sure how the doctor was able to stand it.
“Doctor,” he said gruffly, standing over him.
Dr. Todd looked up from his map, “Abraham, do you need something?” They’d abandoned the proper titles and ranks a few days ago. Didn’t seem important anymore.
“You’ve been keeping an inventory, on how much food and water we have?”
“Yes,” the doctor replied, scratching his beard, “that I have.”
Burden looked around. The men weren’t doing so good. It’d been a while since he’d last given out any rations of water. “How long do you think we can stay here, before we need to go looking for more?”
The doctor started rummaging around in his bag for something. Finally, he pulled out a notebook, and flipped through it. Trying to clear the grim from his glasses, but only managing to spread it around even more, he was silent for a few moments, reading what the count was.
“The men will need water soon, and by then, we won’t have enough for all of them. My answer would be…” he looked up from the notebook, his eyes meeting the sergeants. “As soon as possible.”
“Damnit…” Burden wandered off, leaving the doctor. He stood at the edge of the shade, staring out into the endless desert. It went on for so long, you couldn’t see a damn thing. All flat. Just sand… rocks… dirt… How could there be any life here? Why did the Federation have such a hard-on for this miserable piece of shit? Why sacrifice so many men, all for nothing?
“There’s not a damn thing here…” He said to himself.
He didn’t know how long he stood there like that for. Eventually, Maslow and Sam were relieved from watch duty by Rasmus and Greyshock, and Burden just kept standing there. His feet planted in the sand. A burning wind blew, and he didn’t move. Sand blew up against him gently. Like warm droplets of water, if only they weren’t cutting into his face. The sand began to build up around his feet.
At one point, he was certain that someone was trying to talk to him. Put a hand on his shoulder, but he just shrugged them off. Fucking Legin. Confederation. Rebels. Fuck them all.
It was timeless there. Later, he found out he’d only been standing there for an hour. It felt like an eternity. Then he saw it. On the horizon, a figure. He waited, and finally saw it. A white uniform, one of them. It had to be Starleech. Burden had sent him out to go scouting almost 4 hours ago, he was finally making his way back.
It was another ten minutes before he made it to this rock. The small bit of shade in a sea of sun. Burden went out to meet him. Walking out of the shade, he could feel the full force of the sun’s dry heat on him, waiting for him to burn, but he was used to it by now. That small bit of him that kept resisting, it wouldn’t give up.
“Sir!” Starleech wasn’t looking great. He’d found a rag that was barely anything but sand now, and had it wrapped around his head. “I’m sorry it was so long… I found an enemy camp… Heh, I barely made it out of there.”
Burden walked with him back to the camp now. Others were up, awaiting the news. “That’s fine, ya did fine, Starleech. That camp will have water, ammunition. Maybe we can contact the federation from there.
They were back in the shade of the rock formation. He gave Starleech a pat on the back. “Todd, give Starleech some water, he’s earned it. Rest of you, rest up. We’re leaving ASAP, and get ready for a fight.”
~?~
The camp looked well defended, a wooden structure, and a tower nearby was all the cover there. Two men stood guard, but there were probably more inside the building, and maybe one in the tower. They didn’t have much ammo left, so they’d have to make this quick.
Abraham had elected himself to lead the charge, along with Jack and Sam, the two best soldiers there. Out in the sun, all three of them were having trouble thinking, but they had one thing going for them. The element of surprise.
“Okay, so here’s the plan,” Abraham kept his voice down. Sound travelled across this fucking desert. “Jack, you go in, take out those two guards. Sam keeps whoever’s in that tower pinned down. I’ll go in the building, clear it out. There aren’t that many of them, and they can’t be doing any better than us for ammo. They won’t see us coming”
“Sounds like a solid plan,” Jack agreed, nodding his head, keeping his rifle close to him.
“Alright, let’s go then.”
Jack stood up fully, exposing himself, and kept his rifle at the ready. There was no cover, aside from the one dune that they’d be crouching behind. Before they could notice, he took aim, and fired, asking them down quick and clean, blood shining and glittering in the sun as the hot blasts tore through them, ripping holes in their internal organs.
Sam fired at the tower in bursts, as Abraham grabbed his gun, he could feel it’s weight in his weakened hands, and made a run for the camp.
They weren’t that far away, and he crossed the distance, form the tower, he heard a few shots, kicking up sand behind him, but Sam was keeping the bastard pinned.
Abraham brought his foot up once he made it to the door, and kicked towards the door. It flew open, revealing two men with guns inside the building, one taking cover behind a box of ammo.
Abraham pointed the gun forward, towards one, and fired a singular time, knowing that the blast would meet it’s mark. He calmly moved his arms to the left, the gun an extension of his limbs, and in the most natural form, fired again, killing the other rebel as a blast of energy tore through his skull, erasing any fragment of the man he was. Burden had been a soldier for the federation for so many long years now, this was the most natural thing in the world for him.
Then, something unfamiliar. A small, plop, as something feel from above and buried itself into the sand nearby. He didn’t even have a second to process it before fire rained through the room, the force knocking him back, burning him, and leaving him broken in the sand.
His eyelids heavy as he stared up into the empty sky, something was missing form him. The world he saw was different. He blinked slowly, feeling a new sort of warmth on his face, his leg.
And then the world went dark, and he stopped thinking. Damn, it was nice to finally rest…