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Archer turned the corner and aimed down the sights of his modified M6C, keeping an eye out for any movement in the narrow, sweeping corridor ahead of him. Dim red lights were the only offer of illumination as the UNSC standard cargo freight was running on reserve energy.
Something was certainly fubar. The ship had lost main power capabilities fifteen minutes ago and there were brief reports of Grunt occupation in the shuttle bay before the line down there was overrun by static and radio silence. Cole Protocol was a mandate issued order in this scenario, but in the events of the UNSC Igitaki, the ability to destroy all record files, navigation, and A.I. capabilities were moot. Igitaki was running a skeleton crew this month and the Captain happened to binge on an assortment of depressants before taking a female lieutenant back to his quarters.
File report and get the Captain excused of duty, Archer thought.
A nasty snarl grew out of the darkness behind him. Not quite human or friendly. Through the emergency light hum it bore, stretching into Archer's ear drum and resounding a sound that can only be aptly described as...fear.
Archer knew that distinct guttural growl. He was on Sigma Octanus when it was sieged. When Elite commandos pillaged his fathers house and savagely tore the limbs from his parents while he quietly hid and wept in the cupboard closet.
He was only six and at the age of thirty two the noise raised hairs on every inch of his porously sweaty skin.
A hot, sharp pierce penetrated his right shoulder blade causing initial confusion, followed by the onslaught of shock and immediate trauma. His slighting look to his right revealed a sickly blue energy sword protruding through the upper right side of his chest, zapping the blood that sprayed the corridor walls.
Unconciousness was upon Archer before he could even repsond with his trigger finger. The Elite had taken the upper hand and proceeded to bring its heavy left gauntlet down upon Archer's head, crushing through skin tissue, skull, and brain fluids. Chunks of skull cracked, flew, and penetrated Archer's frontal lobes, destroying any physical capabilities of manuvering the monolith alien. Squirts of blood splattered the beige cielings and dripped down upon his face. He felt light and slightly naseous and then...he felt nothing at all.

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Lieutenant Sandra Hill was awakened by high pitched sniffs emanating from the hallway outside of the Captain's quarters. She held still and felt for the Captain to see if he was still lying in bed with her. He was. And sound asleep after consuming too many depressants and having intercourse for the better part of an hour. It wasn't a novel idea and poorly lacked discretion, but who would care anyways? Their freighter, UNSC Igitaki, was running a skeleton crew for the duration of the month and they say it's a painful death being tossed nude into slipspace. That could be arranged if anyone decided to play Serpico and report UNSC violations. Of course, that was all theory and certainly not a priority at the moment. After shaking her initial disorientation and taking in her surroundings, Lt. Hill realized that the ship was on alert. Dim lights on the floor panels and desk interior surrounding the Captain's main terminal were flashing red. Level Five alert, but in slipspace? A hull breach, possibly, Sandra thought? Worse? And what the hell was the sniffing outside? It certainly wasn't human.
The Lt. threw aside the silk sheets lining her slender legs and slid out of bed slowly. Her dark silhouette danced to the security screen that kept live footage on the hallway outside the quarters.
Sandra didn't know what emotion to express when she saw a pair of Jackals outside nibbling at a dead crewman. Their beaks ravenously dug through the ravaged juggular on the corpse and smearing blood across the wall in which the body was propped.
"Sandra, what?"
The Captain shifted in bed eyeing her groggily through the dark chamber. Perhaps his sleep wasn't too sound after all.
"Shut up, Tom. We've got company."
Confusion struck the Captain and he was about to inquire what exactly the unwelcomed guest was, but recieved his answer immediately as the ventilation duct overhead burst open and a plasma grenade flew into the room.
The blue orb fell right onto Sandra's right foot and sizzled through flesh and bone, sticking to her burning appendage. The shock of the pain was only a prelude to the inevitable reaction, but her bloodcurling shriek of horror and pain was muted by the grenade's overloaded explosion sending limbs, blood, and entrails across the room. Sandra's naked abdomen, or what was left of it, hit the Captain square in the face, and sent him tumbling across his king sized bed.
He screamed and tore a string of small intestine off of his shoulder in utter detset and disbelief. Military training...was inept and incapable at kicking in at this point. The speed of attack and level of disorientation was overwhelming causing him to panick.
He ran for the gun locker near his terminal to tear his shotgun from the rack, but slipped on the blood soaked floor and bit a hard faceplant. Blood gurgled in his throat around a few loose teeth, some of it his, some Sandras. It was all too much for the drugged Captain. He pulled himself towards his shotgun, but felt a strong force lift him up in suspended animation and toss him into the closed titanium door behind him. He slid to a crumpled stance, disoriented as all hell, but still concious.
The invisible phantom released his cloaked shroud and revealed its alien physique. The elite stood 10 yards away, but gracefully and quickly moved to the Captain's position and bent over to examine it's prey. It gave off a sense of disgust, a hate unparallel to any racism, sexist bigotry, or delusional religious belief any human could exhibit. Rage crossed the Elite's expression and sent it's mandibles sprawling open to reveal layers of jaggedly shorn fangs thickly soaked in steaming saliva. It moved it's wrist in a flick to expose the plasma pistol brandished in the right hand. A neon green orb emerged from the front and hovered before the Captain's pulpy face, singing away his nose hairs and eyebrows, sending a pungent odor of burnt air into his nostrils.
The Captain, numb and paralyzed, could only look back at his menacing marauder and spit a thickly coated stream of spit at the special operations Covenant protruder.
Enough to set the alien off, the Elite let loose the orb of plasma and watched as it impacted the Captain at point blank range and corrode through the layers of skin, followed by skull, then finally brain tissue and nerve ligaments.
Outside, the two Jackals had turned to nine squacking vultures pacing the doorway. It slid open to reveal the headless corpse and the Covenant victor. The elite stepped out as the hungered predators pounced upon the Captain and Sandra, tearing at their nude lifeless limbs, conveniently heated by the remaining pumps from their hearts and the saturated plasma heat coursing through the corpses.
It seemed that for those Jackals, dinner was served on a platter. No sentient being ever enjoyed a warm tasty corpse more.




[Edited on 03.28.2011 10:52 PM PDT]

  • 03.27.2011 8:04 PM PDT
Subject: Unknown Classification

The tide is turning, brothers! Let us take our kingdom back!

It's probably a good that I already had dinner before reading this. O_o

  • 03.28.2011 1:47 AM PDT
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Posted by: OfTheBloodguard
It's probably a good that I already had dinner before reading this. O_o


Sorry...atleast you lost a few pounds in the process!

  • 03.28.2011 10:51 PM PDT

The tide is turning, brothers! Let us take our kingdom back!


Posted by: bigburgaboi

Posted by: OfTheBloodguard
It's probably a good that I already had dinner before reading this. O_o


Sorry...atleast you lost a few pounds in the process!
Lol. It's funny, cause I'd just watched Cloverfield (where that girl explodes) and the Hurt Locker (where everyone explodes). You'd think that this story wouldn't phase me. But, you got me good.

What's going to happen with this story, anyway? The only plot I can see so far is people's faces being melted.

  • 03.29.2011 1:41 AM PDT
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Posted by: OfTheBloodguard

Posted by: bigburgaboi

Posted by: OfTheBloodguard
It's probably a good that I already had dinner before reading this. O_o


Sorry...atleast you lost a few pounds in the process!
Lol. It's funny, cause I'd just watched Cloverfield (where that girl explodes) and the Hurt Locker (where everyone explodes). You'd think that this story wouldn't phase me. But, you got me good.

What's going to happen with this story, anyway? The only plot I can see so far is people's faces being melted.


I'm just going to keep putting short stories together until it creates a coherent plot. I have a general outline and just need to fill in the details.

  • 03.29.2011 7:35 PM PDT

The tide is turning, brothers! Let us take our kingdom back!

Oh, yip. Another guy did that on here once, it was pretty cool. Best of luck with your story. May many brains be splattered.

  • 03.30.2011 4:07 AM PDT