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This is my first chapter.
Chapter 1 - Meet the Squad
Bright orange flames licked his feet as Rolek grunted in pain. It was excruciating. Slowly, he opened his eyes. He noticed that the large street he had been in hours ago was completely leveled and full of debris.
Suddenly he heard two voices... and they weren't Human!
"Find all survivors and kill them. Now!" One of the aliens barked.
Rolek crawled over to his MA5b and reloaded it. It clicked and he rolled painfully onto his back.
One of the aliens heard him and came over to inspect. Luckily, he was wedged between two large, gray boulders, which to him, looked as if they were the only thing standing on this Godforsaken rock. The Shortswords must have done a few runs to have been that devastating.
The large, tall and elegant alien that was coming for him was wearing big, white, ceremonial armour. The shadow grew darker and more menacing as the horribly loud footstep just got impossibly louder... Boom!
Corporal Fringlek burst out from behind another -albeit smaller- rock with a large, black M45 Tactical Shotgun. The first round penetrated the aliens shields, while the second round killed it. Fringlek then proceeded to empty the rest of the rounds into the dead alien's head, but then the leader of the alien decloaked with a purple sword.
It stabbed right through the lightly armoured Corporal like he was a piece of soft clay.
"Arggggghhhhhh!" Screamed the Corporal before he collapsed to the floor panting heavily.
"I do not pity you. You are just mere humans." Said the alien with no remorse and with perfect English.
It was just about to snuff the Marines life, but then a loud shot rang out and the alien fell dead.
Rolek stood up and almost fainted with pain. Nevertheless he managed to get over to the Corporal.
"Fringlek, are you alive?" Asked the Captain nervously. Never in his life had he lost a squad member under his command.
Fringlek coughed loudly and his savior come out from behind a once remarkable, white wall. It was the teams faithful sniper, Staff Sergeant Martin.
"Is he OK?" Asked the sniper stupidly.
"No." Replied Rolek bluntly."Some sort of sword went clean through his abdomen."
"Medic!" Bellowed Martin desperately.
"They're gone, come on I'll carry him." Ordered Rolek.
They had walked a few meters when they heard a deafening noise.
"That sounds like a Falcon." Said Martin, stopping to look around.
And sure enough, a helicopter flew over towards them.
"There they are." Spoke the voice of Malarek loudly above the whir of the Falcons rotors.
The night-black vehicle landed a few feet away from Rolek.
"Oh my God." Commented the squads Computer Expert, Private Tommy Derelick.
Malarek also got off and using his muscle, carried the now limp, severely injured man.
"Jameson, get some Biofoam!" Demanded Malarek forcefully.
A small, smart, scrawny Army trooper jumped out of the Falcon with a green cylindrical bottle. He hurried over to Malarek and injected the dying Corporal with Biofoam.
"Good. Lets get him on the Falcon before more creeps come." Whispered Rolek.
[Edited on 10.15.2010 4:51 PM PDT]