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The Woodrow incident

Post by SkragaDaBoss » Mon Nov 04, 2013 4:10 pm

Woodrow incident. The waiting was the worst part. He could deal with fear, with despair. He could deal with the fact that by doing this, his life was jeopardized. He could deal with the fact that by tonight the [a] people of system twelve may be all be dead, martyrs for the cause. He could deal with war, with fighting. But the waiting? The waiting killed him. Woodrow checked his monitors for what seemed like the hundredth time, for what he recognized, probably was the hundredth time. Nothing. He licked his lips nervously. He felt like a traitor, a coward, by the fact that they were heading into the jaws of the unknown, while he, he watched them and lived. But he needed this footage. They all did. He studied the face of one of the men, his face blankly staring ahead. Only the tautness in his jaw and bead of sweat on his forehead revealed the fact he was nervous. Waiting. [c] .. His hand clenched the grip of his gun, hi [d] s finger resting on the trigger guard. His head was lined with age, and a short stubble had began to form on his chin. His eyes were dark and emotionless. Woodrow wondered if he had a family, a child. Anyone that would miss him. Or if he was just another face out of the millions, never known and never remembered. And he watched. And waited. The seconds dragged agonisingly by, each one a lifetime. He checked the other monitors. Nothing. Some of the men were calm. Others paced back and forth. They were as tense as him. Waiting. Always waiting... Nothing. Another hour passed. Still nothing. Another hour, this one the longest. The universe seemed to take a breath. And then, then it started. The ships came from nowhere, silently blinking into existence. The men took an uneasy step back, and Woodrow would never forget, no matter how hard he tried, what happened that day. A flurry of small alien craft broke away, screaming down towards system twelve. They were a strange mixture of mechanical and flesh, warped beyond reality. Halfway along wires morphed into fleshy red veins, pulsing with a strange light. The very head of them opened up into a screaming maw. The sight made him sick. Things like that had no place in the universe. It wasn't too late to hope they were peaceful, but in his heart, he knew what was coming next. [e] He watched helplessly in growing horror and disgust as they destroyed every planetary defence they had constructed with contempt, continuing on towards the nervous inhabitants. Then they fell, simply fell from the sky like fiery bolts from heaven. He gazed fearfully on. A panicked crowd surged backwards and even from where he stood he could hear the screams. He checked the monitors. Everywhere else around the city, and the planet he guessed, was under the strange bombardment. They crashed into the earth, sending out relatively small shock waves for their size. No. This couldn’t be happening. His head wasn’t allowing him room to believe it, but his eyes? They told him the truth. The aliens were savage and barbaric. There was no hope of peace. They finished off the planetary defences in a matter of minutes, and remained there, mockingly, smoking organic hulks of rocky bone and shrapnel jutting from the once clean ground. The dead were carelessly littered around their bases, their bodies mangled beyond recognition. The other craft attacked again, targeting the cities, villages, and anything in their way. They fought back, of course, the small arms fire occasionally making a lucky glancing hit and bringing an aircraft down. But they were pushed back by the hundreds. The fighting went on for hours, and Woodrow began to wonder how much he could watch without completely losing his sanity. Woodrow hated himself for watching them die, [f] but this footage would be invaluable to the other systems. That wasn't the only reason though. If he was honest with himself, he knew the fact was he was selfish. He valued his life more than this planets. And he hated himself for it. [g] A few soldiers went to ground, the sensible ones. Holed up in their bunkers, even this wouldn’t each to them. The ones that stayed? The biggest mistake of their life. It went on and on, until everything went quiet, even the alien ships pulling out of their attack. A victory? Woodrow didn’t think so. It was more like the quiet before the storm. Then came the mist. The titancraft from far above broke apart, letting down a blanket of grey, insubstantial mist. It hissed as it came into contact with the planet, scorching the bare ground. It swept on, towards the front line. Everything was silent. Then, the mist took them, mercilessly ripping them to pieces as he watched. Others were engulfed by clouds of it, and dropped to the ground, seemingly poisoned. And on it went, hours upon hours. “No,” he choked out. How? A few soldiers broke away, running for cover. Fools. The mist caught them all, and gave no mercy. The mist swept over the hull of his craft, and Woodrow knew that if it weren’t for his ship, he would be dead where he stood. Sickened, he decided he had seen enough to discern the fate of the besieged planet. He fired up the engines, suddenly alight with a desire to get out. And fast. His small but sturdy craft soared into the sky, unnoticed by the alien fleet. He pushed on like a madman until the planet was nothing but a dot in the distance, fading every second. His loyal ship flew down the highway, a highway that had once been bustling with activity. No longer. He began to sob. He didn’t know if it was down to the horrific things he had seen, the things that had changed his mind until it may never be the same, or maybe even down to the fact that his life’s greatest discovery had would go unnoticed in light of this. Whatever it was, he sobbed, his ship valiantly pushing on to the next doomed system. Back to another round of waiting.
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Re: The Woodrow incident

Post by SkragaDaBoss » Fri Feb 28, 2014 3:53 pm

Wow, I totally underestimated the apathy of this section.
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Re: The Woodrow incident

Post by easycompany » Sat Mar 15, 2014 7:43 am

Yup it's pretty dead over here. Some day I need to print off and read all the fan fiction, but it is not this day sadly. Fair play for writing it and I look forward to reading it :)
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