Post by MjolnirH on Aug 29, 2006 2:36:52 GMT -5
As you know the SHC has sent a number of incursions against our hated enemy the evil and insidious Ovarans. These incursions have always ended the same all troops are lost and we don’t know why. We always lose communications just as we enter the caves that lead down into the warrens of the Ovaran homeworld. We trained a special elite squad of men and fitted them with our newest communication technology. The men were lost; however the technology has proven itself for we now know what horrors lie in the depths of the Ovaran Warrens. What follows is an exact recorded account of the squad’s communications. This we dedicate to every man we’ve lost in the field.
Sergeant Willis paced back and forth appraising his men with a keen eye.
“Men, we’ve trained hard for the mission that lies ahead of us. The SHC has just informed me that all of our training is about to be put to the test.”
“Sir!?”
“Yes what is it Private Weed?”
“Is it true that this is a suicide mission Sir?”
“We all know the score here boys; the Ovarans have managed to wipe out every force we’ve sent against them. So the odds look grim. Even if all of us are lost we still have a duty to perform and we will follow our orders. These new comm. Units that are attached to us will help the SHC gather important intelligence on the enemy. Intelligence that could someday lead to our victory over the enemy.
Private Johnson, stop fiddling with your gear!!”
“But Sir! It itches Sir!”
“I’m not concerned with how it makes you feel private! It is sensitive and form fitting equipment specially tailored for each and every one of you! Fiddling with it could cause you to poke out you eye and blind yourself! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!!
“SIR! YES! SIR!”
“Now listen UP boys! Word from command says that the Ovarans have begun a new secret project they’ve codenamed project Z. We’re to go in and send back any info we can via or new comms here on what project Z is.”
Sirens begin to blare throughout the compound.
“This is it boys, lets load am up and prepare to make the drop into our specified LZ. There will be a number of squads goin in before us to try and engage the enemy while we sneak through the lines.”
SHC ships encountered opposition right away large explosions could be heard all around and the ship shook and jerked as it flew on.
“PILOT!! What in the name of Semenon is goin on up there?!”
“Sorry Sergeant, we’re under fire getting hit with enemy flak.”
“Look’s dark out, this must be a night OP.”
“Yeah they’re always night ops, don’t know why though cause the Ovarans live under ground, you’d figure that they could see real good in the dark.”
“Cut the chatter boys.”
A soft green light lit the cabin.
“Alright let’s go men!!”
Out they jumped, but something had gone horribly wrong, perhaps the coordinates were wrong for they all were headed towards a great cliff, if they hit the cliff then they were ok for there yawned a dark cave that lead to the warrens, but if they missed then they were lost in the cold of space. Many men missed the ledge and their screams were heard as they drifted out in space. Sergeant Willis and some of his men successfully made the ledge.
“Sir!? We made the ledge but it’s too cold out here we’ll never make it to the cave.”
“ALL MEN REPORT IN!”
“Private Johnson here sir!”
“Private Weed here sir!”
“Private Richards here sir!”
“Private Hawkins here sir!”
“Now you boys get your lazy butts up and make a run for that cave. Thermal scans of the Ovaran Warrens have shown that its warmer the further in we go. Up and at em Boys, GO, GO, GO!!!”
“Sir?! What happened Sir?”
“Well it looks like command tried to pull the plug on our op, but some of us made it so we are go, you got me, we are go.”
In the cave they went and dead troops lie scattered everywhere, they forced they’re way through, steeling themselves against the horrors that lay around them. They reached a large spacious cavern with a great luminescent pulsing spheroid fortress. Many of the forward squads were engaged with Ovaran shock troops, which were horrible to behold. Large circular white globs attacked the SHC troop with vigorous abandon.
“That’s it boys, that’s our objective! We have to infiltrate that fortress! Charge!”
And so they charged the fighting throng and broke through the lines. They saw that a number of the forward troops had also made it through and were now bombarding the fortress, just as they were almost upon the fortress a small squad of Ovarans moved to intercept them.
“Johnson, Weed, and Richards you’re with me. Hawkins! You get in that fortress and report!”
“SIR! YES! SIR!”
“Sir! I’ve managed to make it to the fortress, it looks like our bombardment has made a crack in the armor, I’m makin a go for it.”
“I got it sir! I’m going to make it inside…its weird in here sir…almost made it through…whoa somethin’s got me…NOOOOOOOOO…the evil bastards!!! They lured us here on purpose…they NEEDED us sir…for some…bio…machine
Project Z….
Stands for…
Zy……….
That was the final transmission of Private Hawkins, who made it inside the fortress of our enemies on mission date: July 22, 2006 approximately 23:45.