"Aye, so be it. I just cant believe how quickly we got sucked into this....disaster. ahh well. Well, ill serve by your side till we get out of this mess. And so will Pvt. Sullivan here. *points to the woman* One moment, Jaley was filiing pay cards, the next, shes on the ground fightin like a true irishman. So, do we know if the pad is clearof bugs,?" he said as he loaded another clip into his assault rifle
"We're not sure yet but we really don't have the option to doubt it at the moment but we really can't just not go at the same time, you know?" Derek looked at one of the marines in the back and told him to take the wheel while he took a break. He moved back to O'Gara's and Sulivan's positions. "Soo tired can't see straight..." Soemthing that was only a blur caught his eye but it almost seemed as if it were looking right at him.
((Let it live, it plays and important part in the next part of the story.))
(yup)
"Right, well we'de best get some rest while we can, i haardly think well get that much more for a while."
He put his helmet beside him and laid back, closing his eyes and wondering what would become of this ragtag band of survivors. Pvt. Sullivan leaned against him, trying to rest as well. O'Gara was always known as a ladies man, one to woo them over for a quick one night stand and then leave for anothr post the next day. he gave a look of fatigue and hopefullness for the future to derek, and closed his eyes
up in the sky a burning really old jet was falling out of the sky the pilot was using wat was left of his repulser lifts to keep the jet level as it plumetted towards the ground falling apart then suddenly the jet started loosing wat levelness it had and started flipping around in the sky then a pod shot out the top and rocketted towards the ground and then repular lifts were activated and it landed softly. the hatch shot off and a man in his twenties stepped out carrieying a huskie sheppard dog hopped out and set the dog down as he grabbed some weapons and sat down infront of the pod petting the dog. the man rolled his sleeve up to look at a huge cut on his right arm, he then proceded to pull out wat looked like a stylus but emitted a laser that cauterized the wound. the man's face displayed pure extasy at the burning of his flesh. after the man stopped he called the dog over and cauterized a cut on the dogs side. the man stood up and saw a vehicle full of men approach, h figured he could hitch a ride to the launch pad
The marine that was driving saw the crash and the pod land. "Sir, what do you advise we do?" Derek looked and saw the man and his dog and then motioned for the driver to stop the vehicle. When the transport stopped he lept out and told the rag-tag team of survivors to cover the area. Derek motioned for him to come their position.
"great milatary buffs" the man said to his dog wh seem to actually understand him, and barked an affirmative. the man walked closer to derek but not to cloe just close nough that if he had two one flick of his writ and he man would be dead "i'm Jacen Trigre of Ontario Canada, not much else to sy except it's pretty bad up there, bastards getting smarter using our anti-air to take out the jets like mine, i don't even think they know how to properly use it, just shoot and reload" Jacen said as his dog carried the cauterser to him in his mouth, "thankyou boy" jacen said pattig his dog then used it to sear his own flesh absorbing the pain and started forming a symbol which looked alien then passed it to derek "use it the power pack is still full, i'll need to grab a few thing frm my pod so i can survive to pilot your hip" jacen said turning around and grabbing weapons and tools and also a bag which was already half full, he put the tools in the bag then grabbed the two SPAZ combat shotguns and the SIG machine gun and strapped them on "get your men in a tighter circle, close up any wounds and then lets roll out" jacen almost ordered
"None of us are injured.. pretty much anyone injured by those things are taken pretty quick.. we've had to abndon so of the more hurt people too. We're heading up a ways to get to the shuttle heading to the space station. It's the only safe place." With one move of his hand everyone started to climb back into the transport exceot this time he drove once more.
"You obviously haven't seen what we have.. two .50 Cals and Archer missles barely even scratched his armor.. some little sowrd couldn't make anything.. not to mention getting that close is suicide." The marine thought for a moment and looked up. "Come to think of it those beast ones don't have any armor and always charge you so a sword would genious against them."
"also this is a fine sword made of alien metal that diamonds can just scrath, though it just mixed with a small ammount of it it's still pretty damn tough, plus i bet there are spots which a bulet can't get to but a sword will, even so i was talking aout the human forms" jacen said cutting himself with the nea red hot blade
The creature just stared at the dog and gave a low growl that normal people could not here. Derek could feel and odd aura but though of it as just battle fatigue. They arrived at the gate of the launch pad and were overjoyed to see marines and army personel covering their way in. They drove into the base and parked. Derek got out of the truck and started to stretch. "Sixteen more hours guys."
Elena hadn't counted on running into the P.I. right outside her favorite bar, but she knew it was a stroke of luck. She'd needed an escort out to the old launch site for days now, and he would do just fine, if he was willing to help...
Dante watched as she disappeared into the misty fog. "Damien, I'm tailing her. Something's odd about that girl, but I have this weird feeling I'm supposed to be following her..." He took off after her, keeping to the shadows the whole of the way...
<<gonna be gone for a day or two. back when I can... >>
<<nvm, my bad my vacation is a few days off... i'm horrible with calendars...>>
Elena stopped suddenly in the middle of the road, about a mile from the launch base now. "Dante, when are you gonna quit skulking and just walk up here to carry on a conversation?" She smiled, never turning around. She'd known he was following her ever since he had tripped over a trash can lid a few miles back.
Dante slipped out from an alleyway and walked up next to her, the two continuing on to the base. "Well, I was trying not to be noticed, but obviously that didn't work." He shrugged, lighting up a cigarette and offering her the pack.
Elena took the pack and lit a smoke of her own. It had been a few hours since she had run out, and she was actually grateful, her nerves calming before she even lit the damned thing. "Well, if you hadn't tripped back there, I'd never have known." She spoke in sort of a schoolgirl tone, almost taunting him. He stopped dead, making her turn to face him, a look of concern on his face. "What's wrong?"
He had thought that was just a noise in the back of his mind a few miles back, but now... "Elena... I never tripped..."