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Pyroshark

Pyroshark

2/21/2007 10:33:07 PM
OK, well for those of you who are fans of Colonel Corbec's "The Flood" series, I've written a spin-off of sorts on said story. If you're completely clueless as to what I'm talking about, you can take a gander at Corbec's stories, past and present, in the following links: [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=8299484&a mp;postRepeater1-p=1]The Flood 2[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=8397250]The Flood 3[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=8788571&viewreplies=true]The Flood 4: Parallel Worlds[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=10005920]The Flood: Liberty Lost[/url] (Note that there is no actualy "The Flood 1" story) Alternatively, you could join [url=http://www.bungie.net/fanclub/107250/Group/GroupHome.aspx]The Colonel Corbec Club[/url] and read all of these stories without interruption. **[i]Please note that I've already written the vast bulk of this story, and that any posts made here will have a minimal, if at all any, reflection on the story's progression. Apologies to any who wanted to be in it.[/i]** Please enjoy the story, and thanks for taking the time to read it. -Pyroshark- [u][b]Chapter 1[/u][/b] Meech poked the muzzle of his shotgun around the shattered doorframe, stole a glance into the room beyond, and signalled [I]all clear[/I] back to his squadmates. As one, the three Floodian soldiers stormed the room, rapidly clearing the immediate vicinity. The room was devoid of all hostiles, but there in the corner sat the gleaming casing of their objective, glistening in the torchlight like the carapace of some giant exotic insect. The Sensory Node. Meech nodded to his squadmates and made a few rapid-fire hand signals. The trio simultaneously set about their orders: Texas Ben began to rig a loop of EMP charges to the walls, JAVA took up position need the door they had just entered, and Meech himself moved to the Sensory Node. The Grizzled Ancients had installed dozens of these things throughout Flondon when they had invaded Floodland, and the offered their creators a highly-detailed three-dimensional live holographic representation of the entire city and its environs, including pinpoint markers of its scant few remaining inhabitants. Except those with access to EMP emitters, like Meech and his team. With a few deft keystrokes, Meech cracked the Node’s core functions, and opened a service hatch in the metal casing. The small opening was only a few inches across, but it was sufficient for Meech to insert the barrel of his shotgun. He pulled the trigger, the gun bucked with a loud [I]-blam!-[/I], and smoke poured from the hatch. He glanced at Texas Ben, who nodded, primed and attached the final charge to the wall, and snatched the detonator. JAVA cleared the hallway they had entered from, then fell back with them to the stairwell leading to the roof – already, the characteristic rattle that preceded the Stalkers could be heard from the entrance. Meech hesitated long enough to slap a miniature spy-cam to the wall, then fled up the stairs with his team. The roof was seven floors up, and none of them help the belief that they could make it there without encountering the Stalkers. Meech plucked a PDA from his breast pocket, and a grainy display from the spy-cam filled the screen. As he watched, the red-eyed Stalkers stormed into the room arms formed into miniguns and rocket launchers and all manner of armaments. They appeared fuzzy on screen, as the air around them literally swarmed with Nanites. Good. “Ben! Hit it!” Meech bellowed up the stairs. Texas Ben started, fumbled with the detonator, and just barely managed to catch it when a Stalker suddenly descended on him. Ben screamed in rage and fear, which rapidly deteriorated into a wet gurgle as the Stalker began to gouge out his torso mercilessly with chainsaw-blade hands. The detonator slipped from his limp hands, skidded over the floor, finally coming to a stop teetering over the landing. Without thought for himself, Meech flung himself at the detonator, and slapped the button as it toppled over the edge. What happened next could only really be described in sufficient detail in slow motion. The detonator, as it plummeted, emitted a high-intensity radio signal. This signal was then intercepted by a receptor, which was attached to the chain of armed EMP charges. The tiny computer inside the receptor interpreted the signal, and triggered the electrical surge, which catalysed the chain reaction that led to a massive EMP blast. The whole process happened in an instant, yet this was still sufficient time for the Stalker to drill through Texas Ben’s abdomen. The Nanite-born behemoth disintegrated into dust, and its victim fell limply to the ground. Meech scrambled over to his teammate and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hang in there, Ben,” he said faintly, “You’re gonna be fine. We’ll get out of this.” “Meech?” Ben opened his eyes a crack, and talked in a barely audible whisper, “Did we do it?” he coughed, and blood sprayed from his mouth. “Yeah Ben, we did it. Come on, don’t you die on me! “Then… we won…” Ben closed his eyes again and a death rattle emerged from his lips. Meech felt tears in his eyes, yet he refused to weep. Instead he got to his feet, stared solemnly at his friend, and bowed his head. “Yeah, Ben,” he said in a bitter tone, “We won.” “I want that Node back online [I]NOW[/I], dammit!” Lehto #138 barked at Chen #137, who sat at Ops. “The Node isn’t responding, sir.” Chen replied, his voice tinged with irritation. “There may be a problem with…” he gasped, and the colour drained from his face. “What?” Lehto thundered, “What is it?” “All… all units in the vicinity of the Node have dropped out of contact, sir.” Chen replied shakily, “Stalker units have been… destroyed.” “Impossible!” Lehto roared, “Nothing has the ability to destroy so many Stalkers. Except…” he cut himself off, glowering. “There is something, sir.” Chen responded, “One of our Stalker units, 171-Epsilon, encountered this shortly before termination.” Chen’s fingers danced over the keyboard, and a video playback began to roll on the main screen. The Stalker was bounding down a flight of stairs in a dingy stairwell with inhuman speed. It rounded a corner, and Chen paused the playback. Frozen on screen were three men: one sporting a six-shooter and a Stetson; one extremely hairy individual clad in nothing but a flowery bikini and a gasmask; and one, in the back, garbed in urban combat camouflage. “Floodians!” Lehto hissed, “I thought we’d eradicated their pathetic race after their failed assault on the Hive?” “Evidently not, sir” Chen stated, “Will I send more units in pursuit?” Lehto mused for a second, then replied, “No. They might have more EMP charges. Prep the cloning banks.” “Yes, sir!” Chen tapped rapidly on the keyboard. Lehto turned, marched out of the Command-And-Control centre, and muttered under his breath: “We’ll fight fire with fire.”
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