Thursday, December 4, 2008

   Another story, quick summary aliens are fighting humans
Empire
Thunderous shots pounded the thick concrete. Servo motors sounded from behind. Ali turned around to a see a 15 foot tall mech. It had four yellow eyes on the head piece with a huge horn towering out of the forehead and an elongated chin with a red beard protruding from it. The wide world war two style German helmets extended from the head. Its bulky chest piece and shoulder pads added to its tank like look. With a royal blue cover and a blood red lining the shoulders and cockpit hatch.
The steel door dented in from an impact from a rifle. Dust dripped from the roof of the bunker. My trench coat grew dirty with every shell that pounded the bunker. Dirt and Dust flowed and clouded around Ali and me. “Steel knights form up” yelled the mech behind us.
“Sir” Ali and I yelled back. We ran to our mech’s; the Knights. Small compared to modern “Mechanized infantry units” or MIU’s, but still packed a punch enough to do the job. The cockpit was old and worn from the 3rd crusade. Ali, is a human, the destroyers of our home world, but respected us Genosians more than others. He is even fighting in a bloody war for us. We use to be a resistance group as our home world Excursus was renamed to sector 23 of the 19th quadrant. My scales grew close and tucked into to protect me as I noticed my reflection in the screen. My eyes where wide and yellow, darting side to side in a panic like fashion, fear had gripped me. The steel door hard ripped partially open. A huge metallic hand grabbed the ripped door. The door screeched as it was being ripped from the hinges.
The cover of my cockpit sealed and the pressure built up. My three fingers clumsily felt the controls that where meant for smaller human hands. A 30 foot tall mech help the door in its hands. Its armor was sleek and fallowed the exact muscle structure of a human being. Its purple armor shined in the fiery night, smoke plummeted into to the air. Its red eyes glistened in the fire from our base. Ali sped towards the mech firing his rifle. 90 caliber rounds pummeled into the armor of the giant terror, its armor shifted and ripped in round dents. Even though the type writer of the gun and the bullets ripped into the giant, it didn’t falter or even seem to notice the bullets. Its giant arm grabbed Ali and lifted him up. The commander in his blue suit ran at the red eyed beast shooting into its head. The helmet dented and one eye was ripped out. The beast didn’t care it merely squeezed Ali. The mech fell apart like a child’s toy, exploding into a great fury. The commander charged and jumped on the giants mech shoulder. He grabbed the shoulder blade armor and ripped rounds into the arm like the click of a type writer. The arm was severed and shot off as a safety feature. The commander climbed over onto the neck piece. I became inspired by his courageous acts. I charge the wounded giant. Its giant arm grabbed the commander and threw him across the field. His mech spattered against the ground flying to bits. I raised my rifle firing insanely. The bullets jagged into the head and chest of the mech. Its faltered reaching for me. I jumped sideways and avoided the grab. Stomping on the mech hand I jumped for the cockpit in the chest. The mech Jetted backwards throwing me off course. Its fist smashed into the chest of my mech. The screen cracked and the steam pressure system busted. Hot steamed fogged into the cockpit the walls began to cave in and red lights flashed across the screen. I screamed out raged by my inability to fight smashing the controls in the cockpit, and then one loud thud sounded and all went black.

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