I know, it's been a while, and the last one didn't even last two chapters (blame my wo classmates for that). This time, it's from another of Krin's glorious masterpieces:
The constant rumble of the ground accompanied the scent of blood that permeated the air. Craters marked the whole of the yard, not that there was much of the yard, except for assembling any force garrisoned in the communications center. The battle had long ended, but the facility continued to rock with explosions, though they were less frequent now, which lessened the tension of the three men. "Like I said, relax; shut up and let us do our job without you screaming your head off for thirty minutes alright? If you can't do that, the Groditz will do my job." The man reached for a nearby crate and beagn taking out equipment. A group of heavily armored men came out of the threshold. The man unloading equipment immediately turned to the new faces. "How bad?" The man in the lead answered gruffly as the rest strated helping the man with the equipment. "Very. It's not just the array that's been hit with the bomb, but they've also messed with the wiring of most of the software. And everything that goes through the area is being scrambled. How long do you think you can get it up again?" The senior technician looked up, his face grim. "Hours, at my best, with the best technicians whatever outpost can send me. Days if not. We better start moving if any colonial fortress in Minerva is going to be alerted."
Your writing has seemed to improve since I first read it. I like the way how you recreate and construct your fanfics. It seems to give you a more- vivid view of the game it pertains to.
Thanks sirmed2! Although I really think I should change the title. And I had some typographical error in my introduction that I never noticed. If anyone wants the next chapter uploaded at most a week from now instead of fall, convince to write more before school returns with a vengeance on January 3.
Never, ever, EVER mention school during Winter Break! EVER! :/ And yes, I would definitely like for you to write more. I wish you could write a little bit more, since you draw the reader in, and then it ends just as soon as it began.
Alright, this was supposed to have been uploaded the other day, but with the many preparations for New Year, the return of RoS, and the unavailability of Larah131313, Chapter 1 was postponed to be uploaded, coincidentally on New Year's Day. Happy New Year everyone!
Dornas began walking to the next tower. He had to make sure that every soldier here was always on alert. This facilty, located on the middle of Alexigrad, was the heart of weapons research. The colonial government was almost ready to test the latest weapon, a machine of sorts. Rumor was, it could repair itself without assistance in the field. The forty-year old captain had seen his share of battles, but nothing he had gone through could ever have prepared him for what was to come. His aide soon came running to him, his face betraying nothing but emergency. "Sir we've lost contact with the other settlements." The veteran went pale. "Which one?" He began towards the PA system. "All hands at battle stations. I repeat, all hands at battle stations. This is not a-" He paused, eyes widening, disbelieving. "What did you say? Which one did we lose?" He was quivering, pale skin shedding cold sweat, finaly understanding what was happening before his aide could reply. He was already running towards the station command structure when the words rang in his ears, "All of them sir. We're isolated."
"Sir, we're picking up more units incoming on our long-range radar. There's not much; just scouts for the main body if I were to guess." "Send two squads to take them out. Tell them to perform hit-and-run tactics. I can't afford to lose any more men." One of his lieutenants ran out to relay the order, but never made it. He erupted in a fountain of blood, bone and gore, with the thunder of automatic cannons filling the air of the camp. Through the glass panel, he saw Phantoms mowing down the mechanized armor under his command, letting down the A-25 Romans that were picking off his disorganized infantry. He was stunned, shocked, failing to even pick up the Positron rifle next to him when the door burst open, the androids slaughtering his men; bewildered, to see that the humanoid soldiers had spared him; disbelief, then rage, as his aide walked in the room, obviously not their prisoner. "Are we going to take him?" Another man strolled in, in the most leisurely pace you could imagine. He shook his head. The lieutenant nodded an affirmative, just as a device attached to his belt warbled. "Captain Jetzul, we have four hours until the communications are restored." The man took this in, "We have more than enough time; as for this worthless ***got, burn him alive." Dornas couldn't imagine such a fate befalling him. It was there that he remembered that he had an ancient pocket pistol hidden in his ankle. In his prostrate position, it was easy enough to snatch the PPK and aim it at Jetzul's face. Voices rose in panic with the spy's voice above the rest as the shot rang out. "Jetzul!"
