Post by ROBiT on Apr 13, 2009 16:16:20 GMT -5
PROLOGUE
Feb. 14th, 2434
The man staggered to his feet. He couldn't see anything but a single ray of sunlight piercing the thick fallout that mingled with the dust. He pushed aside the debris until he arrived at the body of his daughter, the skin already rotting. He stumbled across the shattered floor, trying to manage the tears flowing from the wells of his eyes. He picked up the rifle by the door, and slammed a cartridge into it. Making sure it was cocked, he kicked the door down.
What lay before his eyes, no man can ever fully recover from. His homeland , normally beautiful with birdsong, was strewn with dust, dirt, and pockets of radiation. He saw a huddled mass nearby, and staggered torward it to find the body of a soldier. Removing it's armor and gas mask, he suited himself for this desolate wasteland. Dmitri Caltrenov looked up at the setting sun, which seemed to be stained with the blood of his family. He trudged away into the early night.
CHAPTER001
Mar. 27th, 2434
Dmitri sighed, as his gaze wondered around the desolate valley. When the bombs hit Russia, the bordering countries responded by quarantining the entire area. Now it was a fight for survival, friend against friend, father against son, man against man. He had quickly joined up with a small regiment bearing the same coat of arms that the corpse's armor had. He only guessed they were headed to some sort of refuge. "Dmitri, keep up, will you?" yelled the group's point.
"Sorry, I'm coming," he replied hastily.
He jogged up to the front of the group. "So, have we found out who sent the bombs?"
"No, but I bet everyone outside the quarantine has."
Dmitri sighed. He was probably right. He looked up, and the sight before him took his breath away. A massive tower, thick and sturdy, looked out of place in this torn wasteland. "What the hell is that!?" asked Dmitri.
"The OverSeer's watchtower."
"The OverSeer?"
"He decided he's the king of this barren country, and he's got the army to enforce it, too. We should probably avoid him, I heard he has a S.O.S. policy."
"Yeah, Shoot on Sight!" Interjected one of the other soldiers.
Dmitri was about to respond, but it was a bit difficult with the rock of a hand around his neck. Darkness enclosed him and all was silent.
"ROCKHOUNDS!" The cry quickly arose through the regiment. The pointman grunted, and pulled his pistol from it's holster. He then proceeded to attach a grenade launcher to it, and waited. At the first sight of gray, he let one fly, demolishing the rock man's arm. It's cry of agony satisfied him, and he turned to face another adversary. He was greeted with the sight of a Horde.
CHAPTER002
Mar. 27th, 2434
Dmitri awoke with a fist of rock pounding his gut. He scrabbled for his pistol and blew the beast's brains out, then dashed down the now-empty tunnel.
Mar. 28th, 2434
He found his bent rifle near the entrance, where it had apparently been used to crack a man's skull. He found his regiment fighting a whole Horde of Rockhounds. As he approached, the Pointman threw him a compromised shotgun, and they made their stand. After about 30 minutes, an Evac appeared overhead. They scurried into it. Just at takeoff, there was a loud thump at the tail end. After equipping themselves from the armory, they sat down to relax their tensed muscles. Dmitri poured water down his parched throat, then he felt the familiar hand around his throat. He turned to see the eyes of the Rockhound from earlier. He had killed it's brother, and it wasn't happy. He turned and hung Dmitri over the edge of the Evac, then let go. His haunting scream echoed through the mountains as he plunged torward the barren ground.
"status report!" barked the Pointman.
A chorus of "here"s responded to him.
"Sir, we're missing a Flame! His name is.... Dmitri!" a new recruit piped up, squinting at a list of names.
he turned to face the Rockhound. It smiled a devilish smile, and jumped to it's death.
Dmitri closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them to reveal the grim situation. He looked up to see the Rockhound falling, and it would soon collide with him. He timed a shot from his plasma rifle, and it ripped through the side of it's torso, so that it's body fell harmlessly to the left of him. He then twirled his body to face his death. Taking a deep breath, he formed a diving pose.
Feb. 14th, 2434
The man staggered to his feet. He couldn't see anything but a single ray of sunlight piercing the thick fallout that mingled with the dust. He pushed aside the debris until he arrived at the body of his daughter, the skin already rotting. He stumbled across the shattered floor, trying to manage the tears flowing from the wells of his eyes. He picked up the rifle by the door, and slammed a cartridge into it. Making sure it was cocked, he kicked the door down.
What lay before his eyes, no man can ever fully recover from. His homeland , normally beautiful with birdsong, was strewn with dust, dirt, and pockets of radiation. He saw a huddled mass nearby, and staggered torward it to find the body of a soldier. Removing it's armor and gas mask, he suited himself for this desolate wasteland. Dmitri Caltrenov looked up at the setting sun, which seemed to be stained with the blood of his family. He trudged away into the early night.
CHAPTER001
Mar. 27th, 2434
Dmitri sighed, as his gaze wondered around the desolate valley. When the bombs hit Russia, the bordering countries responded by quarantining the entire area. Now it was a fight for survival, friend against friend, father against son, man against man. He had quickly joined up with a small regiment bearing the same coat of arms that the corpse's armor had. He only guessed they were headed to some sort of refuge. "Dmitri, keep up, will you?" yelled the group's point.
"Sorry, I'm coming," he replied hastily.
He jogged up to the front of the group. "So, have we found out who sent the bombs?"
"No, but I bet everyone outside the quarantine has."
Dmitri sighed. He was probably right. He looked up, and the sight before him took his breath away. A massive tower, thick and sturdy, looked out of place in this torn wasteland. "What the hell is that!?" asked Dmitri.
"The OverSeer's watchtower."
"The OverSeer?"
"He decided he's the king of this barren country, and he's got the army to enforce it, too. We should probably avoid him, I heard he has a S.O.S. policy."
"Yeah, Shoot on Sight!" Interjected one of the other soldiers.
Dmitri was about to respond, but it was a bit difficult with the rock of a hand around his neck. Darkness enclosed him and all was silent.
~_/*\_~
"ROCKHOUNDS!" The cry quickly arose through the regiment. The pointman grunted, and pulled his pistol from it's holster. He then proceeded to attach a grenade launcher to it, and waited. At the first sight of gray, he let one fly, demolishing the rock man's arm. It's cry of agony satisfied him, and he turned to face another adversary. He was greeted with the sight of a Horde.
CHAPTER002
Mar. 27th, 2434
Dmitri awoke with a fist of rock pounding his gut. He scrabbled for his pistol and blew the beast's brains out, then dashed down the now-empty tunnel.
Mar. 28th, 2434
He found his bent rifle near the entrance, where it had apparently been used to crack a man's skull. He found his regiment fighting a whole Horde of Rockhounds. As he approached, the Pointman threw him a compromised shotgun, and they made their stand. After about 30 minutes, an Evac appeared overhead. They scurried into it. Just at takeoff, there was a loud thump at the tail end. After equipping themselves from the armory, they sat down to relax their tensed muscles. Dmitri poured water down his parched throat, then he felt the familiar hand around his throat. He turned to see the eyes of the Rockhound from earlier. He had killed it's brother, and it wasn't happy. He turned and hung Dmitri over the edge of the Evac, then let go. His haunting scream echoed through the mountains as he plunged torward the barren ground.
~_/*\_~
"status report!" barked the Pointman.
A chorus of "here"s responded to him.
"Sir, we're missing a Flame! His name is.... Dmitri!" a new recruit piped up, squinting at a list of names.
he turned to face the Rockhound. It smiled a devilish smile, and jumped to it's death.
~_/*\_~
Dmitri closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them to reveal the grim situation. He looked up to see the Rockhound falling, and it would soon collide with him. He timed a shot from his plasma rifle, and it ripped through the side of it's torso, so that it's body fell harmlessly to the left of him. He then twirled his body to face his death. Taking a deep breath, he formed a diving pose.
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