Necron (part 2): Fortunate Son
‘This is it,’ shouted Captain Gibson, ‘we will be reinforcing U.S. Colonial forces in Firebase Lima, and by the time this is over I want them to understand what a bunch of pussy ass bitches they are!’
The Company shouted over the klaxon and bustle of mechanics loading Blackbirds into launch tubes, ‘YES SIR!’
‘What is the motto of the Necron Marine Corp?’
‘VICTORY OR DEATH, SIR!’
‘And you’re already dead so that only leaves one option, am I right?’
‘YES SIR!’
‘WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING HANGING AROUND HERE? LET’S KICK SOME ASS!’ he dismissed the Company into Blackbirds, one assigned for each platoon.
Victor lead his Marines into the rear hatch, they secured themselves in seats along its interior wall, similar to a rollercoaster. Weapons secured the rear hatch rose, Victor took one last look at his home before it disappeared, he felt a jolt as the Blackbird loaded into her tube.
‘Good morning, I will be your pilot today. The weather on Alpha B is somewhat unpleasant, humidity high, temperature a cool twenty degrees centigrade but heating up to the mid-forties as we approach afternoon.’
The inner hatch to S.S. Necron closed, atmosphere drained and the outer hatch opened, gravity fell to zero, the Blackbird’s engines fired against Necron’s blast plate, claws holding the craft in place released and they rocketed into space, ‘WHOOOAAAAAAHHHH YEEEHHHH!’ screamed the pilot.
Victor felt G-forces tugging his body as his consciousness caught up with it. If it weren’t for the nanite solution running through his veins he’d have passed out. Captain Gibson rolled his eyes, another dumb flyboy who thought it was all about him, they were ten to the penny.
Carriers, Destroyers and Cruisers battled in space while Green Company made for Alpha Centauri B.
They gathered speed leaving behind a torrid space battle, Victor no longer sensed the drag of acceleration, he bumped up and down as Alpha B’s atmosphere pushed against three Blackbird’s entering in formation; Passing the planet’s equator in a choppy, electrically charged equinox, two powerful scram jets kicked into action with a thump.
‘We are now entering the atmosphere at a speed of,’ he paused to look at his dial, ‘Mach 37, the air is charged, your Blackbird is hot and I’m amped!’
Blackbirds moved with such speed air molecules within the alien atmosphere split releasing an electrical charge and generating a thunderstorm for the Drax below.
‘It’s about five in the morning at our destination …’ the pilot paused, ‘Shit! LZ’s hot! I’m picking up small arms fire sir.’
Captain Gibson smiled, his Marines smiled back, ‘LOCK AND LOAD MARINES!’
Oliver StrongNecron (part 2): Fortunate son
The Company shouted over the klaxon and bustle of mechanics loading Blackbirds into launch tubes, ‘YES SIR!’
‘What is the motto of the Necron Marine Corp?’
‘VICTORY OR DEATH, SIR!’
‘And you’re already dead so that only leaves one option, am I right?’
‘YES SIR!’
‘WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING HANGING AROUND HERE? LET’S KICK SOME ASS!’ he dismissed the Company into Blackbirds, one assigned for each platoon.
Victor lead his Marines into the rear hatch, they secured themselves in seats along its interior wall, similar to a rollercoaster. Weapons secured the rear hatch rose, Victor took one last look at his home before it disappeared, he felt a jolt as the Blackbird loaded into her tube.
‘Good morning, I will be your pilot today. The weather on Alpha B is somewhat unpleasant, humidity high, temperature a cool twenty degrees centigrade but heating up to the mid-forties as we approach afternoon.’
The inner hatch to S.S. Necron closed, atmosphere drained and the outer hatch opened, gravity fell to zero, the Blackbird’s engines fired against Necron’s blast plate, claws holding the craft in place released and they rocketed into space, ‘WHOOOAAAAAAHHHH YEEEHHHH!’ screamed the pilot.
Victor felt G-forces tugging his body as his consciousness caught up with it. If it weren’t for the nanite solution running through his veins he’d have passed out. Captain Gibson rolled his eyes, another dumb flyboy who thought it was all about him, they were ten to the penny.
Carriers, Destroyers and Cruisers battled in space while Green Company made for Alpha Centauri B.
They gathered speed leaving behind a torrid space battle, Victor no longer sensed the drag of acceleration, he bumped up and down as Alpha B’s atmosphere pushed against three Blackbird’s entering in formation; Passing the planet’s equator in a choppy, electrically charged equinox, two powerful scram jets kicked into action with a thump.
‘We are now entering the atmosphere at a speed of,’ he paused to look at his dial, ‘Mach 37, the air is charged, your Blackbird is hot and I’m amped!’
Blackbirds moved with such speed air molecules within the alien atmosphere split releasing an electrical charge and generating a thunderstorm for the Drax below.
‘It’s about five in the morning at our destination …’ the pilot paused, ‘Shit! LZ’s hot! I’m picking up small arms fire sir.’
Captain Gibson smiled, his Marines smiled back, ‘LOCK AND LOAD MARINES!’
Oliver StrongNecron (part 2): Fortunate son
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