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| Compilation of Stories I have worked on and currently on Hold and probably in progress; Exactly as the Title says. | |
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| RCJJ | Jun 12 2012, 01:27 AM Post #1 |
Budding Novelist
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Frigid Times The fighter barely dodged the plasma bolts that blasted from the enemy fighter behind him. He just couldn’t shake it off his tail. Another plasma bolt whizzed past the top of the cockpit. The pilot knew that the next time his attacker wouldn’t miss. He started the recorder that was built into his space craft. He spoke. “If anyone finds this, they’re here, they’ve finally arrived. Give this recording to the Division of Science and Contact. Tell them…” The alien pilot locked on to the infidel fighter. As his fingers slowly pulled the triggers he muttered. “Kilva Nek Setma” The triggers were pulled. The blue plasma bolts shot out of their ports and flew to the human space craft. “And to my family, tell them I-“ Blue fire engulfed the craft as it burst into flames and slammed into the frigid grounds of the ice planet it flew above. I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off. I slapped it off and albeit a bit reluctantly climbed out of bed. I did my business and brushed my teeth; afterwards I went down the steps of my house to find that my Mom and Dad had already left for work but left a box of cereal “Celestial Cornflakes” which had a coating of chocolate and sugar which you may think is quite delicious but it gets boring after eating it for since you can remember. It also had a carton of milk beside it. I went to the cupboards and got myself a bowl. I poured the cereal in first and then the milk. I went to the drawers and got a spoon to eat the cereal with, which I did. I went back upstairs to get my back pack for school. I went out of the house and locked the door behind me. I passed by my friend’s house but he had already left. It was a bright morning but dark clouds in the distance promised rain. Sanctum was a peaceful planet with one of the lowest crime rates of all the colonized Union worlds; the world having the lowest crime rate of all was the planet Haven. I reached school about half an hour before it started which gave me a lot of time to prepare and get food from the cafeteria for the trip to Celta, one of the coldest planets in the Union. I went and bought a hamburger, some French fries and a soda I packed them up and put them in my bag. When school started twenty five minutes later we all assembled in the main hall where they told us our groups and how we were going to be arranged. So we went to the buses which would proceed to bring us to the space port where we would board the space cruiser which would then send us to Celta. That’s what happened. Nothing much happened on the way to Celta and when we got there we were split into our groups and we got into sealed ‘buggies’/cars but they were big enough to fit at least fifteen people a car as well as being the size of a semi truck. We were driven into the frigid, barren lands to collect something interesting for our trip. When we were driven to the practically the middle of nowhere we were told to put on our heat retaining and generating suits and were assigned into our own buggies, which were smaller but faster as well and had some space in the back to store things and there was a tool box built into the design too. I drove off into the distance. At first when I saw a black smudge on the horizon I thought it was just a trick of the light, but as I got closer it got clearer. It became more than a black smudge and as I got closer it appeared to be a space craft of some kind, like a sleeker and smaller version of some large battle cruisers I had seen on the holo-net. I drove my buggy closer and saw that there wasn’t much left of it. I saw the burnt out shell of a probably once powerful fighter ship. I got out to take a closer look and looked inside. I saw no remains of the pilot aside from a pile of ashes inside the cockpit which I had no idea what it was. I took around a look around the insides of it but there was nothing of interest in it. I might as well turn it over I thought. When I put my hands underneath the belly it was surprisingly light, I turned it over and saw that there was a panel on its belly. I tried to pry it open by force but to no avail. There were bolts that bolted the panel to the body of the space craft so I went back to the buggy to get tools out of the tool box. When I came back I had brought back a wrench to try to unscrew the bolts and a blow torch if I couldn’t. I successfully removed two of the bolts but the wrench couldn’t unscrew the other two. I pulled out the blow torch and started it up. The blue flame shot out of the end of the torch and I started to cut the plate off. I finally severed enough of the plate to see what was inside. Aside from a mass of burnt and tangled wires there was nothing inside. I pulled out the wires and what was left was a black box. I took it out and put it into my back pack. I decided to lug what was left of the craft, mainly the body and the plate I cut off. I started up the buggy and set on the GPS the return point after we were done. By the time I got back everyone had already either brought something back or had already given up and went back. I got looks because of what I was hauling back with mutters of “Where did he get that” and “How did he get that” and of the like. I brought it in front of the teacher that was leading the trip. He asked me “Where did you get that?” and I replied with “I found it, out there in this wasteland of a planet.” After several more questions including “Did you buy it from a junker?” and “Did you steal it off someone else?” we left Celta and got back onto our nice warm ship. A few times in my room I thought I saw a ship following us but I though at that time that it was a ship on the way to Sanctum. As our ship entered orbit we flew over the city towards the space port until the ship shook and I saw from out of the window that the ground rushed up to meet us. I thought at that moment I screamed aloud as the ship crashed into the ground and the moment it impacted the ground I was knocked out. When I came to I smelled smoke in the air as well as burning flesh. The roof of my room had been torn off and the wall outside had been sheared off. I slowly tried to get up but a sharp pain shot up my left leg. I looked down and I saw that my leg was cut up in several places. I struggled to get up but failed. I crawled over to the bed and propped my self up against it. Although my leg was throbbing with pain I yelled for help. No one heard me I guessed. So I yelled again. No one came even then. I slowly got up to one leg and looked around for something for me to use as a crutch. I saw that a steel table leg had been broken off so I picked it up and leaned on it as I hobbled around. I found my back pack on the ground after it had fallen from the shelf I put it on. I picked it up and hobbled out the hole in the side. I found no bodies outside but I could see some students and a teacher sitting around in a circle on rocks staring at something I couldn’t see. I hobbled over without getting their attention but I was shocked at what they were looking at. I stared at the mangled and burnt body of the pilot of the cruiser. His left leg was completely mangled with bits of bone sticking out but when I looked at his right leg, it wasn’t even there. His chest was completely torn open and I was pretty sure that it was torn open by either teeth or some type of serrated blade. I emptied the contents of my stomach onto the ground in front of me and that was when they all noticed me. They stared at my leg for a couple seconds then the teacher got up. The other kids were muttering “Oh god, what did this to him?” but one had her knees up to her face and arms around them, rocking backwards and forwards. She was muttering and sobbing at the same time. “His face… his face… oh god… his face…” Although I didn’t want to something compelled me to look at his face. I regretted it. Although my stomach had nothing left to throw up my stomach still retched and jumped at the sight. His face was torn to shreds, his skull exposed and his brain cavity was empty but I didn’t see brain matter anywhere, like something sucked it out of him. His eyes had been gouged out and his ears torn off. Something attacked him, something savage, I mean even the impact couldn’t have done this amount of damage could it? I should those thoughts out of my head. I asked one question. “Anybody else survive the crash?” I was met by silence from the group. No one spoke and the girl still sobbed but aside from that no one made a sound. It was so silent you could have dropped a pin into the muddy ground and you would have heard it’s ‘plop’. (Each big gap is supposed to be where the Word Art for the chapter is) Wolf Pack Prologue The Third World war is in full effect. The peaceful Aurora is forced into action while the Reasath continue to march and fly across their lands and into the Aurora’s territory. All the other smaller nations sell their military power and resources to not be disturbed. The Aurora’s elite Wolf Pack was sent to combat the Reasath’s missions into their territory. Their current mission is to take down several bombers planning to destroy their F-47 Canine factories. Chapter 1 Wolf Pack flew in a wedge formation in the front was Wolf 1 other wise known as Major Cole “Joker” Adams his four colleagues flew in formation on either side. The other Wolf 2, 3, 4 and 5 were Airman Janice “Jan” Sanchez, Master Sergeant Jacob “Fry” Phillips, Senior Master Sergeant Ishmael “Bino” Hiker and Airman 1st Class Kriss “Kira” Owens. They flew the F-59 Hunters; they were a dark grey color near black color and based on the Russian PAK FA fighter. They had strong armor plating and no visible weapons outside, until they went into attack mode. Various weapons then were lowered out of the wings revealing 2 Solar Flare medium range multi purpose missiles and 2 Tracker long range anti air missiles. Two 50mm rotational auto cannons were also exposed. Inside the craft the missiles are actually compacted and are fed into the hollow wings into the missile holder. It can hold 80 Solar Flares and 30 Trackers and also contains over 10,000 rounds of compacted 40mm shells. They had the most advance technological equipment inside the jet so it was easy for them to lock on and fire at any threat. They approached the factories. “Looks clear so far Joker” Fry said into the short range radio. “Looks so doesn’t it? Well get ready anyways. We’ll probably engage them soon.” Joker replied. Then silhouettes of the Reasath bombers and escorts started to appear. They saw that the factories’ alarms had started to go off. The factories’ airbase started to scramble F-47 Canines into action. “The Party starts now” Ishmael said. The Hunters’ weapons were exposed. Missiles fed into their holders. Shells fed into the belt. Several escorts broke off and advanced on them. “Trackers lock” Wolf 1 announced. “Trackers locked” Wolf Pack replied. “Fire Trackers” Wolf 1 said. “Trackers Away” Wolf Pack replied Their Tracker missiles simultaneously launched, their trails speeding off into the distance. Their missiles armed fifty meters in front of them and sped up as the rocket fuel ignited in the engines and picked up to speeds of 25 meters per second and they slammed into the sides of the RF-69 Foxes. They looked like the F-22 Raptors but had updated armaments like V-14 Heavy Assault Cannons which used the same compacted 45mm shells and MV-19 Solace multi purpose medium range missiles. Of the five that had split off only two remained. We saw their cannons trying to turn in our direction but because of the jamming radar we had they couldn’t get a lock. So they manually fired. “Evasive maneuvers; NOW!” Wolf 1 yelled into the short range communications radio that was connected to the Pack. The others took his advice and swerved out of the way of the incoming shells. The two enemy aircraft started to go towards them. “Wolf Pack this is Viper Team. We’ll take care of the bogies. You go get them bombers.” The voice of the F-47s’ leader came on. “Much appreciated Viper Team; we’ll take care of them.” Cole replied. Wolf Pack reformed and headed for the Reasath bombers, which were the RB-1B Knights. Of the now 10 escorts 5 split off while Wolf Pack sped onwards. “Solar Flares lock.” Wolf 1 said “Solar Flares locked” Wolf Pack replied. “Solar Flares fire.” Wolf 1 said. “Solar Flares away!” Wolf Pack said as they swerved out of the way of the incoming shells and missiles of the Foxes. The Solar Flares exploded and destroyed 4 of the 5 escorts and Wolf 3 shot it down with two bursts of five shells impacting the Fox making it start to plummet to the rocky ground below. Wolf Pack started to converge on the rest of the aircraft. “Wolf 3, 5 deal with the remaining escorts. 2, 4 you’re with me; let’s go take down some bombers.” Wolf 1 said. They split up into their groups and converged on their targets. Jacob and Kira locked on to their targets and opened fire with their auto cannons. Cole, Janice and Ishmael locked on to one of the Knights with their Solar Flares and fired. It must’ve hit the bomb storage as it exploded in one big boom. It shook the Hunters but they moved on. “HELL YEAH!!!” Janice yelled. “Hang on there we’ve still got three to go.” Ishmael responded. They converged on the rest of the bombers. “Wolf 2, 4 get your own targets. Let’s spread this out so we get down and get home faster.” Wolf 1 told them. “Roger that Wolf 1” they said. They split up into single man teams as Jacob and Kira finished up. Cole locked on to his target as well as Ishmael and Janice. They pulled their triggers and the missiles were launched. They blew holes into the sides but hadn’t blown them up yet so they finished them off with their Auto cannons which ripped the Knights apart. Wolf 1 reported in to his superiors “Command this is Wolf 1” he said. “Wolf 1 this is Command. Mission Status?” the voice answered. “Mission is complete returning to base” he said. He shut down the connection to Command and switched back to his team’s frequency. “Wolf Pack we’re done here. Let’s finish up and go home.” Cole said. “Uh… Sir? I’ve got contacts on radar, closing in fast!” Jacob said. His interception radio crackled into life. The voice had a thick Ukrainian accent. “Ah… Major Cole Adams? I believe you can hear me. This is Colonel Dmitri Kezov. I believe you’ll be hearing much from me. This is the start of the end of your petty Aurorian Life as you know it. It all starts with a few deaths. I believe Wolf Pack would be a fitting target don’t you think?” the Ukrainian’s voice cut off as several unknown and unclassified fighters converged on them. The fighters had inverted wings, two compacted 50mm rotational auto cannons and four SledgeHammer missiles exposed. “Wolf Pack! Evasive Maneuvers!” Cole yelled as the Hunters swerved in all different directions. They could see clearly there were five of these unknown fighters and each picked a target. Ishmael was the first to be fired upon. The 50mm auto cannons locked on to his aircraft and opened fire, ripping holes in it. “Wolf 1 this is Wolf 4 I’m hit in multiple places. Wings are breaking apart and multiple ruptures in the hull. I’m going down, I’m going down! Mayday Mayd-” Ishmael’s connection was broken as his aircraft burst into flames. “WOLF 4!!!!!” Yelled Cole. He turned up and got behind the enemy fighter. “TAKE THIS YOU BASTARD!” Cole roared as he pulled the triggers for his 40mm auto cannons and fired his Solar Flares too. The fighter in front resisted some of the force but eventually crashed after a 40mm shell hit the cockpit and dropped but hit the ground in one piece and stayed intact. The others were having a harder time though. Already Wolf 3 and 5 were smoking and Wolf 2’s wingtip had broken off and had holes in the wings. The interception radio crackled into life. “Sadly we are running low on fuel. We’ll meet you next time Major.” Dmitri laughed as the fighters broke off and turned around. “Wolf Pack. We’ve got to get back to land at the Air Base.” Cole said “Agreed” they responded. They flew over to the Air Base and landed. Chapter 2 At Air Base Gamma two hours later, in the briefing room. “Alright so we got the crashed enemy airplane of to our Research Base and the Factories defended. Now we need your report Major.” The Colonel said to Cole. “I will give you the report verbally. If that is alright Mark?” He said to the Colonel. “That is fine, Cole. You may speak.” Mark said to his friend. “So everything was going fine. We had been completing our mission until this Colonel Dmitri Kezov came. He shot down and killed Master Sergeant Ishmael Hiker and his pilots severely damaged Wolf 2, 3 and 5’s aircraft. I shot down the enemy fighter before he could get a lock on me but the Colonel said that they were running out of fuel, but I believe that was just a taunt, and flew off. We did not pursuit as my team was in no condition to follow me. So we came landed here in Air Base Gamma, got some sleep and a meal and here we are” Cole said as he gestured to the rest of them sitting behind him. “Alright, from this moment onwards you are all on a two months leave. You’ll not be allowed to fly any of our aircraft. We’ll research the enemy aircraft in the mean time. You will be sent back to Heckler Air Base and from there transferred to Auron. Anything to say?” Mark said. “But-” they all said. “No Buts. Anything else?” Mark thundered. It was silent in the room. “Good. Pack up and get to the VIPT-15 outside in twenty five minutes or less. After all are you are onboard you will leave.” Mark said. Wolf Pack saluted him and Mark saluted them back. They left the room and Wolf Pack went to their quarters to get their things. Twenty Five Minutes Later Cole, Janice, Jacob and Kriss boarded the VIPT. Inside was a luxurious cabin with large, cushy seats and a self service mini-bar and fridge. There were microwaves and satellite connected computers and various other things. Zombie Survival Novel Thingy (No zombies yet though) Prologue They had already taken over at least a quarter of the city, It felt like it happened at least a decade ago, but I knew it must have been at most two months ago. A common genetic defect in my time, once considered not affecting anything. That was before the Outbreak. The source, a genetically modified micro-organism they were changing and testing to improve health and possibly cure most diseases easily. They added something and no one knew what it was, they just discovered it in numerous plants they had found several years ago. It mutated the micro-organism into a very deadly virus, killing within 24 hours to exposure, at least for the defected people. The non defected people had not been affected at all. Then within the next two days the infected and dead… they rose back with a thirst for human flesh and blood. It spread by exposure to the original canister of the virus or a bite from the Infected but it didn’t affect me at all, because I was a non defect. It caused widespread horror. It affected this city first and no where else because my city. They quarantined this place and authorized the use of deadly force to anyone who tried to escape, but also because this was where the Lab was. This was the start. And this was by no means the end. I am telling my story now. As this could be my last. Chapter 1 2 Months ago I woke up and the alarm was blaring. I slapped it off and rolled out of bed. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and did my business and got dressed for a camping/hunting trip with friends as it was the week off for me. I grabbed my modular hunting rifle and multi purpose knife from the locked box I kept it in and went down stairs to pack. We had planned this for weeks already and had chosen the Forest inside the city confines as it was legal to hunt there. I grabbed several more 5 shot magazines of ammo and packed them into the rucksack and put more rounds of .308 Winchester and .223 Remington into a re-sealable plastic bag and tucked it deep into the rucksack. I put on the rucksack and got into the car. I started it up and drove to my friend’s place where I saw that the rest of my friends had already arrived. I parked the car and got out, locking it and walking to the front door. I knocked once, twice and thrice. My friend opened it. ”Hey Cole” he said. ”Hey Icale” I said. ”Come on in. We’ve got no beer but we’ve got Coke.” He said cheerfully I’ve never known a person any more cheerful than Icale. He was a non defect like me but two others, the Twins Jacob and Tyke were both defects. Hick and Mark were both non defects too. I entered the house and closed the door behind me. I went into the den where the rest of the crew were gathered around the fireplace swapping stories. They all looked at me and Icale when we came into the Den. ”Hey Cole” they said in unison. I nodded in response and sat down next to them. After a few hours there were half dozen cans of Coke behind each of us and a few dozen packets of pretzels and potato chips on the table with the map of the forest in front of us. ”So we’ll start from here,” Tyke said pointing to the entrance of the Forest “and move through to the centre of it for four days, hunting for food” he finished. ”So what if we can’t find food?” Mark asked ”Then we eat our rations, though I find deer meat more tasty” Jacob replied. Hick looked at Jacob “You don’t say?” There was an awkward silence for a couple seconds until Icale broke it. ”Anyways shall we get going?” he said. We all nodded in agreement and set off for Icale’s Truck. The huge beast of a vehicle weighed about as heavy as an elephant and was big enough for a group of 15 people. The front looked like a terrible monster’s snout and eyes and was over 2 meters in length. ”I call shotgun!” quipped Hick. He scrambled into the massive passenger seat while Icale got into the driver’s seat. Me, Tyke, Mark and Jacob got into the back. Icale started the truck up and it roared with content. It took 15 minutes to drive to the Forest and another 10 to get our things out. We registered with the desk to be allowed into the forest and gave us tracking tags so they knew where we were in case one of us activated the emergency beacon. We went through the forest. I looked around and at my friends. Mark had his hunting shotgun, Jacob had his rifle, Tyke had his pistol and Icale had his Katana. I had my bolt action hunting rifle and Hick had his bow and arrows. We went through the forest until we had found a clearing near the centre of it. We set up camp and started a fire. It was getting late so we had no time for hunting and so we ate our IMs (Instant Meals, just add warm for warm meals, hot for hot meals and cold for cold meals) and scrambled into our sleeping bags. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Chapter 2 The birds chirping their merry little songs woke me up. I opened my eyes and cringed against the bright sunlight that had fallen over my tent. Hope you like them! Maybe you guys could encourage me to work on them more |
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| chichi87 | Jun 13 2012, 04:06 PM Post #2 |
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ummm, Ditzy Dani?
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I luv the zombie one. |
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HOLY CRAP IM DREAMING! IM DREAMING! IM-... DANGIT! I WOKE UP! Spoiler: click to toggle Lucid dream goals: ★Fly ★Summon things ★sing and dance in front of a buttload of zombies and slap them afterwards. | |
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