- CrownedDaemon
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- Exalted Member
The Rookie shook his head as he emerged out of unconsciousness. One by one the notices on his HUD flickered into life. He felt around in the darkness for his SMG and found that it was missing. He sighed, and then started coughing. Everything was aching and throbbing from the drop.
The drop. It had been hours ago. Where was his team? Everything was surprisingly quiet. The Rookie slowly made his way out of his pod, watching for the slightest sign of an enemy contact.
"Hello?" he muttered faintly, looking around for his weapon. There was nothing but the calm patter of rain against the ceiling of the building his pod had crashed in. The Rookie jumped to the floor, and he nearly fell. His muscles were still weak and he had difficulty moving.
He reached up and groped the side of his helmet until, finally, a beam of light blazed across the concrete. He slowly scanned the floors for a weapon. As he searched he again called out, "Hello?" trying to look for any of his team mates. None of them were nearby. Nothing but the cold, dark, rainy streets of New Mombassa.
Finally the beam of light fell upon his automag pistol that had become dislodged during the rough landing. The Rookie slowly went over to get it, his armored steps echoing quietly amidst the sound of rain. As he bent over to retrieve his pistol he heard a noise above him. He grabbed the pistol and pointed it upward. He saw a weak spot in the ceiling, and a slow moving cloud of dust drifted down. Something was up there. A jackal sniper? Or perhaps a Brute? The Rookie wasn't going to take any chances.
He moved slowly towards the damaged ceiling, his steps clacking ever so quietly across the concrete. A puddle to his left dripped from the ceiling in a metronome pattern like the ticking of a clock, Plop. Plop. Plop., as the Rookie drew closer to the weak spot. As he drew under it another noise, this one louder, thumped across the spot. Another cloud of dust, this one thicker, drifted down.
The Rookie inhaled the dust deeply and said, to no one in particular, "That's strange...the dust smells like pine trees..." the scent revitalized him and seemed to snap him out of his drop-induced stupor. "Well, whatever it is, it seems to have woken me up." Just then, the ceiling collapsed on top of him, and he was crushed beneath a staggering pile of rubble. Standing victoriously on top of the pile was a large black woman in a purple sweat shirt and jeans who pronounced triumphantly, "That's the power of pine-sol"! She then turned into a bear and went to the distant planet of San Francisco. As the Rookie lay dying beneath the pile, he opened a channel on the emergency broadcast frequency. As the rocks crushed the air out of him he whispered, "Carry on my wayward son, they'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more".