The Misshapen Ones

[dukejebawe]

Not sure if this fits in here, but here goes.

Flack Tax stood silently amongst the ruined buildings that had once been one of the Major Capitals of the old world. Though the name of the city had long been lost to time, The grizzled man couldn't help but feel a slight depression when he thought of what had happened here. The death... The destruction... The infection... Flack shook his head. Now wasn't the time to remember his history lessons. All that happened hundreds of years ago. And yet, when he stood amidst ruined buildings, it suddenly felt so present.

Flack grunted. He had lingered too long. Raising his PLASMA-TECH PIAS, he continued along the broken streets. Flack's goal was a giant tree in the middle of the city. The tree was black and rotting, and red crystals grew from it's bark. Red lights circled the tree. "Light Carriers" he thought, shaking his head. Who did they think he was?

Flack aimed his PIAS at the lights and pulled the trigger. A blue ball of plasma exploded towards the red light. Noticing the noise, the lights buzzed closer. The Light carriers expertly dodged the plasma, hissing at the little human. Flack grinned. Light Carriers were always cocky. The marine watched as the plasma ball changed direction in mid air and headed right towards the nearest Light Carrier. Right before hitting it's mark, the blue orb explodes, sending hundreds of sub-molecular missiles soaring in all direction. Designed not to hit marines, the missiles instead targeted the Light Carriers and released their burning plasma into the avian bodies, cremating them instantly. Dry bones and red crystals tumbled to the ground.

Raising his AMOT, Flack released a blast of highly concentrated oxygen at the crystals, shattering them. The soldier looked at his wristwatch. "Fuck..."

Tera was going to be pissed.

TO BE CONTINUED

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"Well, No helping it. This city is fucking confusing, every street looks different!" Flack said. "Not my fault if I got lost. Besides, I still have a mission to complete." Flack sighed. "Still, Being late for my own wedding sucks."

The marine sighed again and moved on. The PLASMA-TECH PIAS had completely eradicated all traces of the Light Carriers, and the AMOT had shattered the crystals completely. All that was left was to reach to tree, plant the explosives, reach the landing pad, and jet out of there. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Flack decided to take the shortest route. He was late enough as it is, without taking detours. Reaching a kind of courtyard, Flack saw a large white building in front of him. One of the tree's roots went through the building, ripping a hole through it.

Something moved. Flack took cover behind some rubble, hoping he hadn't been seen. Peeking out from behind the rubble, The marine saw a vaguely humanoid figure, with a glowing red crystal on it's shoulder. "Start here you maggots. No rest 'til you've done the master's task." it shrieked, waving a hand which held claws made of red crystals. Other Misshapen which had gathered around it scattered throughout the city.

Hearing the creature speak surprised Flack. Misshapen were not known for their intelligence. Suddenly the misshapen spun around, shaking his head violently at the spot Flack was hiding. The soldier ducked, hoping he hadn't been spotted.

Hearing footsteps rapidly moving towards him, Flack rolled away from the misshapen, just as a pair of red claws struck the ground he had occupied seconds earlier. Flack raised his PIAS towards the Misshapen. Before he could react, a clawed hand struck, ripping the supposedly indestructible metal to shreds.

Acting fast, Flack lifted his AMOT and pulled the trigger, sending a stream of concentrated oxygen right into the Misshapen's face. The hostile creature shrieked and stepped back from the marine, holding it's clawed hand in front of it's face. As the oxygen hit the claws, they shattered to dust, letting the oxygen hit the Misshapen's face once again. The creature shrieked once more, and struck with it's remaining hand towards the source of it's agony.

The claw missed it's mark, and the AMOT was unharmed, but it left a long gash on Flacks forearm. The grizzled soldier gasped and fell to his knees as the Misshapen reached the end of it's life, shattering.

A piece of the Misshapen hit Flack on his head, knocking him out...

TO BE CONTINUED

[madkill]

Whens it getting continued! D:>¬

[dukejebawe]

Flack Tax walked silently down the corridor of the ruined underground city. How he had gotten there, he could not tell. The corridor was dark and damp, and his protective HEPPS suit was gone. Strange glowing markings lined the walls, giving the area an eerie feel. Flack tried to stay as far away from those markings as he could. They were calling him, and he feared them.

Finally, the corridor opened into a large chamber. In the center, a large glowing crystal lighted the room with an inner glow. Flack sat down on the floor, afraid that walking might spring some trap, but as he sat still, voices began to speak inside of his head.

So cold here, So dark. Free us, help us!

"No!" Flack didn't know who or what the voices were, but they were not friendly.

UNFINISHED. Can't be bothered to continue right now.