Post by Fate on Aug 2, 2013 19:58:48 GMT -5
Amarissa
When Amarissa reaches REM sleep the night after the battle at the Theatre, a surreal dream begins to enter her mind.
The setting was a battlefield...the Japanese Self-Defense Force was fighting a harsh battle against a Covenant strike force that managed to penetrate the Naval blockade of Sapporo. While it doesn't happen too often, there are occasions when full scale battles occur on the Japanese mainland. These incidents are usually kept covered up to prevent panics, the Covenant forces were fewer in number, but more dangerous than the individual JSDF soldier.
A middle aged man ducks behind a half-exploded stone structure. A bolt of energy had hit it moments ago, claiming the life of a comrade before a grenade thrown just beforehand had taken out the Covenant member. Captain Ginzuji had him moved around to reinforce a line that was getting hit hard. They had to hold it here, or they might be able to get to the cities and harm the innocent. He wouldn't let that happen...he had a little girl and a beautiful wife to go back to.
The sounds of feet padding against the ground approached...a Class III hound...called Hellhounds unformally. He popped around and fired a burst of three rounds from his rifle into the unsuspecting creature, as it howled and fell over quivering from the sudden trauma. The soldier had to duck back around as several of those damned purple orbs flew at him, two missing while a third hit and blew away a piece of the cover he was using. Three spheres, three Covenant...versus one soldier. The nearest allied soldier was over fifty feet away holding off a wave with a few others. Another soldier approached from the west, but he gets blown away, by a purple sphere, causing grievous damage to his legs and making him fall over grimacing in pain, his rifle falling to the ground. The Covenant units approached intending to kill the soldiers behind the rock...
The still standing soldier reached around his neck, grasping a pendant from his wife and closing his eyes making a silent prayer. He had to do it just like in the training...rapid headshots before they can react. His pulse quickened...adrenaline began to kick in. Making a quick movement, he threw a grenade far over to the other side to distract the approaching units...popping out immediately after and aiming at his targets with practiced but non-combat experienced aim.
Two went down, the third shot missed. He moved to take another shot, but an errant explosion from an artillery shell disoriented him, the shell landing several hundred feet away, but enough to mess him up. The surviving Covenant clenches his fist and then kneels down near his fallen comrades, letting loose an inhuman howl. The flesh and bone of the dead Covenant members began to liquefy, as the substance began to merge with the surviving unit.
The soldier was dumbstruck by what he was seeing. This was a horror movie brought to real life...he didn't hesitate to throw his last grenade directly at the scene, but a shield of unnatural energy prevented any damage from the explosion from taking effect.
This was bad...this was a theory that was explained during training...an ascension from a Class III to a Class IV. A radio call in was made...
"This is Corporal Hiroshi. A Class IV is beginning to emerge at my coordinates, requesting immediate heavy artillery at the beacon being deployed." he says, then tossing a small device in the direction of the ritual. He knew he had only seconds before hell broke loose. A groan reminded him of the wounded man on the ground, as he frowned but remembered his duty to leave no man behind. He kneels over and helps him up, and picks him up in a fireman style carry...beginning to make his way as quickly as possible away from the impending hell.
He had only gotten about a hundred yards away before the boom of several explosions knocked him off his feet. He had tried to keep standing, but the added weight of the wounded man threw off his balance. The sound of the boom had temporarily deafened him, and he was stunned for a moment before he felt the vibration of the ground. That wasn't artillery...
The sound of something approaching...the ground trembled with each step. The thing approaching stood nine feet tall, bore six arms and a head with three faces. Fleshy wings came out of it's back, as oversized legs brought it forward. It was angry...staring the Corporal down as black spheres began to manifest around each of the six hands...
The wounded man on the ground got his attention, then he knew there was only one way to save his comrade and follow his duty...he had to draw the monstrosity away. Hopefully reinforcements would come soon...
[Corporal Hiroshi reporting... Class IV not neutralized...attempting to lead it away from wounded. Send reinforcements immediately...] he says, bolting off in a direction away from the wounded man into a small patch of wood....the creature followed.....
When Amarissa reaches REM sleep the night after the battle at the Theatre, a surreal dream begins to enter her mind.
The setting was a battlefield...the Japanese Self-Defense Force was fighting a harsh battle against a Covenant strike force that managed to penetrate the Naval blockade of Sapporo. While it doesn't happen too often, there are occasions when full scale battles occur on the Japanese mainland. These incidents are usually kept covered up to prevent panics, the Covenant forces were fewer in number, but more dangerous than the individual JSDF soldier.
A middle aged man ducks behind a half-exploded stone structure. A bolt of energy had hit it moments ago, claiming the life of a comrade before a grenade thrown just beforehand had taken out the Covenant member. Captain Ginzuji had him moved around to reinforce a line that was getting hit hard. They had to hold it here, or they might be able to get to the cities and harm the innocent. He wouldn't let that happen...he had a little girl and a beautiful wife to go back to.
The sounds of feet padding against the ground approached...a Class III hound...called Hellhounds unformally. He popped around and fired a burst of three rounds from his rifle into the unsuspecting creature, as it howled and fell over quivering from the sudden trauma. The soldier had to duck back around as several of those damned purple orbs flew at him, two missing while a third hit and blew away a piece of the cover he was using. Three spheres, three Covenant...versus one soldier. The nearest allied soldier was over fifty feet away holding off a wave with a few others. Another soldier approached from the west, but he gets blown away, by a purple sphere, causing grievous damage to his legs and making him fall over grimacing in pain, his rifle falling to the ground. The Covenant units approached intending to kill the soldiers behind the rock...
The still standing soldier reached around his neck, grasping a pendant from his wife and closing his eyes making a silent prayer. He had to do it just like in the training...rapid headshots before they can react. His pulse quickened...adrenaline began to kick in. Making a quick movement, he threw a grenade far over to the other side to distract the approaching units...popping out immediately after and aiming at his targets with practiced but non-combat experienced aim.
Two went down, the third shot missed. He moved to take another shot, but an errant explosion from an artillery shell disoriented him, the shell landing several hundred feet away, but enough to mess him up. The surviving Covenant clenches his fist and then kneels down near his fallen comrades, letting loose an inhuman howl. The flesh and bone of the dead Covenant members began to liquefy, as the substance began to merge with the surviving unit.
The soldier was dumbstruck by what he was seeing. This was a horror movie brought to real life...he didn't hesitate to throw his last grenade directly at the scene, but a shield of unnatural energy prevented any damage from the explosion from taking effect.
This was bad...this was a theory that was explained during training...an ascension from a Class III to a Class IV. A radio call in was made...
"This is Corporal Hiroshi. A Class IV is beginning to emerge at my coordinates, requesting immediate heavy artillery at the beacon being deployed." he says, then tossing a small device in the direction of the ritual. He knew he had only seconds before hell broke loose. A groan reminded him of the wounded man on the ground, as he frowned but remembered his duty to leave no man behind. He kneels over and helps him up, and picks him up in a fireman style carry...beginning to make his way as quickly as possible away from the impending hell.
He had only gotten about a hundred yards away before the boom of several explosions knocked him off his feet. He had tried to keep standing, but the added weight of the wounded man threw off his balance. The sound of the boom had temporarily deafened him, and he was stunned for a moment before he felt the vibration of the ground. That wasn't artillery...
The sound of something approaching...the ground trembled with each step. The thing approaching stood nine feet tall, bore six arms and a head with three faces. Fleshy wings came out of it's back, as oversized legs brought it forward. It was angry...staring the Corporal down as black spheres began to manifest around each of the six hands...
The wounded man on the ground got his attention, then he knew there was only one way to save his comrade and follow his duty...he had to draw the monstrosity away. Hopefully reinforcements would come soon...
[Corporal Hiroshi reporting... Class IV not neutralized...attempting to lead it away from wounded. Send reinforcements immediately...] he says, bolting off in a direction away from the wounded man into a small patch of wood....the creature followed.....
