Post by J Jack on Oct 25, 2007 15:16:52 GMT -5
I wrote this scene a few nights ago and I like where it could go. I'm looking for input and I'll give you the gist of whats happening. It a bit in the future (almost Sci fi, but not quite there yet) and an alien race (unnamed) have attacked. They are superior in every way but the ECMF (Earth Coalition Military Force) have secured a bastion where the world leaders in science, politics, military, economy, and other fields have gathered. A list was made by ESOA (Earth Space Observation Association) that selected the best candidates for fields in combat, agriculture, and leadership to also be evacuated to the site should the world be attacked.
This base is situated in the Alps, secured to the south by nearly impassable terrain and heavy anti air support. The base is dug into the mountain itself and underground facilities provide all the space for dormitories, farms, and factories. The north is a crescent of defensive forts. The climate has dramatically changed due to these aliens who have several "experiments" that cause growth changes and plant mutations. The area has become infested with infected humans and overgrown jungle. The mountain slopes have become desert, arid and dry. Flamethrowers keep the jungle at bay in some areas while Firebases relentlessly pound the denser sections with 105mm shells.
Their are survivors and I may try to work them in or just forget them completely. So, thats the basis. Big scary aliens who resemble humans except muscled like Schwarzenegger and scary like Mr. T. The humans are making a stand and trying very hard to push them back, but will they do it? Or will I break all bonds of cliches and let all humans die? Stay tuned in for the conclusion to this weeks exciting episode of....Stargate...oh sorry got carried away. So, here is a tidbit of the opening, and I'm debating several ideas which I will post later on.
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A dropship hummed in over the horizon, bringing in fresh recruits to Fort Marauder. Sergeant Addison stood by the gray concrete landing zone and waited for the ship to touch down. A previous attack had destroyed two gun positions and crews, as well as a pillbox and a large section of trenches. Thirty eight men and women died, and these were the replacements, though the Earth Coalition Military Force (ECMF) was running out of fresh troops all too fast.
The ship touched down and the helmeted pilot gave off a casual salute and waited for his crew to rid the cargo bay of troops and equipment. Addison nodded to Lieutenant Lock, the two men had been together on missions many times and had become something amounting to friends. Addison quickly strode to the disembarking troops and surveyed them as they exited the craft with a definite lack of precision. He sighed heavily and wished for ten Grenadiers instead of fifty greenhorns. They lacked speed and the dropship was a high priority target for the enemy. Addison nodded to Warrant Officer Ross who quickly set the recruits moving faster with harsh shouting and threats of violence if they didn't move faster.
Addison wanted to smile at Ross who could never hurt a fly, but the man was large and intimidating and all the recruits smelled like fear in his presence. The other man who was Air Force was Corporal Richmond, who spoke little and was an extremely accurate door gunner for the dropship. He seemed to have a sixth sense when laying down covering fire or defending his vessel, and had single handedly saved the base on four occasions. As the recruits stowed the gear in the bases warehouse bunkers a high pitched whine sounded across the base. A klaxon joined in quickly, and full base alert was initiated in the span of three seconds. Combat ready, most of the recruits looked around with confusion. Three of them sprinted for the trenches and manned a pillbox. The rest took their cue from the Sergeant screaming orders at the top of his lungs. They ran for their respective job positions, twelve making a dash for the mortar pits, and the others joining the trench units.
The dropship was cleared by a scrambling Addison, Ross, and Richmond who emptied the gear onto the ground. Lock was beginning to take off when the tell tale smoke trail cut across the sky. He banked wildly but the rocket found it's mark, blowing the left wing and engine to pieces. Now trailing smoke and debris, the ship whirled about and Lock used every last ounce of skill to crash it onto the LZ again. Richmond was firing the whole time, shredding the jungle two hundred yards away with withering gunfire from a chaingun. The earth shook with impact, and the jungle became alive with heavily armoured troops. They stormed towards the trench lines they believed weak because of heavy losses earlier. When fresh soldiers opened fire the advance faltered, and many enemies were punctured by gauss rounds.
The mortar crews were commanded by Sergeant Wilson. He stormed about the pits encouraging his men to fire faster and more accurately. They blasted craters in the landscape with round after round, blowing enemies apart in the process. The advance quickly picked up again, the massive figures running full tilt into the hailstorm. Addison fired his rifle with accuracy reserved for sniper units. Each of his rounds dropped an advancer and when they came twenty yards away four pillboxes opened fire with heavy armour piercing machine guns. The corpses piled up swiftly clogging the advance. The air filled with the stench of blood and death, the humidity making it all the worse. Dirt clung to sweat soaked faces and hands, the thick smell of cordite hung in a cloud in every section.
Four men tossed grenades and the field filled with screams and shrapnel. The comm sergeant in the command bunker had called in support from Firebase Delta who responded with a barrage of 105mm shelling. The jungle exploded, body parts filled the air, and blood washed the landscape. In an instant the raid ceased. Addison was on his feet instantly running for the flaming dropship, crying out for some help. The first man to stand was killed by a lingering enemy sniper, his head tipped to one side, and his helmet hit the trench wall, blood spewing out of a hole in his skull. A mortar crew fired two more rounds where the shot had come from and were rewarded with a scream of agony.
A medic and three infantrymen sprinted to catch up with Addison who was pulling a body from the wreckage. He went in twice more before they got there, his arms were red and shiny from burns. The medic set about checking the bodies. He counted pulses on two, the third was found, but extremely faint. Two more medics and a doctor were rushing over with gurneys and others went to the trenches. Addison never left the three men's sides and while in surgery he watched Lock die. Ross was next in the room, and he also died on the table. Richmond died in waiting, he never made it to the table. Sixty more soldiers were dead, and thirteen wounded. Another pillbox was gone, and there would be no air support for three days because all fifteen bases along the defensive line had been attacked. Fort Crusader was only defended by four Grenadiers and one armoured Trooper. Fort Defender was lost but retaken with losses mounting a total of eight hundred troops for one base. When the numbers arrived at Marauder the estimate was four thousand troops dead, fifteen hundred wounded.
Addison was now in command of four hundred and twenty six able bodied combat troops. The engineers set about repairing the trenches and foxholes, and the infantrymen soon joined them. The artillery units set up the two fresh mortars and digging their pits deeper for more cover. The medical corps was busy with wounded, and the chaplain was saying prayers for the dead.
This base is situated in the Alps, secured to the south by nearly impassable terrain and heavy anti air support. The base is dug into the mountain itself and underground facilities provide all the space for dormitories, farms, and factories. The north is a crescent of defensive forts. The climate has dramatically changed due to these aliens who have several "experiments" that cause growth changes and plant mutations. The area has become infested with infected humans and overgrown jungle. The mountain slopes have become desert, arid and dry. Flamethrowers keep the jungle at bay in some areas while Firebases relentlessly pound the denser sections with 105mm shells.
Their are survivors and I may try to work them in or just forget them completely. So, thats the basis. Big scary aliens who resemble humans except muscled like Schwarzenegger and scary like Mr. T. The humans are making a stand and trying very hard to push them back, but will they do it? Or will I break all bonds of cliches and let all humans die? Stay tuned in for the conclusion to this weeks exciting episode of....Stargate...oh sorry got carried away. So, here is a tidbit of the opening, and I'm debating several ideas which I will post later on.
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A dropship hummed in over the horizon, bringing in fresh recruits to Fort Marauder. Sergeant Addison stood by the gray concrete landing zone and waited for the ship to touch down. A previous attack had destroyed two gun positions and crews, as well as a pillbox and a large section of trenches. Thirty eight men and women died, and these were the replacements, though the Earth Coalition Military Force (ECMF) was running out of fresh troops all too fast.
The ship touched down and the helmeted pilot gave off a casual salute and waited for his crew to rid the cargo bay of troops and equipment. Addison nodded to Lieutenant Lock, the two men had been together on missions many times and had become something amounting to friends. Addison quickly strode to the disembarking troops and surveyed them as they exited the craft with a definite lack of precision. He sighed heavily and wished for ten Grenadiers instead of fifty greenhorns. They lacked speed and the dropship was a high priority target for the enemy. Addison nodded to Warrant Officer Ross who quickly set the recruits moving faster with harsh shouting and threats of violence if they didn't move faster.
Addison wanted to smile at Ross who could never hurt a fly, but the man was large and intimidating and all the recruits smelled like fear in his presence. The other man who was Air Force was Corporal Richmond, who spoke little and was an extremely accurate door gunner for the dropship. He seemed to have a sixth sense when laying down covering fire or defending his vessel, and had single handedly saved the base on four occasions. As the recruits stowed the gear in the bases warehouse bunkers a high pitched whine sounded across the base. A klaxon joined in quickly, and full base alert was initiated in the span of three seconds. Combat ready, most of the recruits looked around with confusion. Three of them sprinted for the trenches and manned a pillbox. The rest took their cue from the Sergeant screaming orders at the top of his lungs. They ran for their respective job positions, twelve making a dash for the mortar pits, and the others joining the trench units.
The dropship was cleared by a scrambling Addison, Ross, and Richmond who emptied the gear onto the ground. Lock was beginning to take off when the tell tale smoke trail cut across the sky. He banked wildly but the rocket found it's mark, blowing the left wing and engine to pieces. Now trailing smoke and debris, the ship whirled about and Lock used every last ounce of skill to crash it onto the LZ again. Richmond was firing the whole time, shredding the jungle two hundred yards away with withering gunfire from a chaingun. The earth shook with impact, and the jungle became alive with heavily armoured troops. They stormed towards the trench lines they believed weak because of heavy losses earlier. When fresh soldiers opened fire the advance faltered, and many enemies were punctured by gauss rounds.
The mortar crews were commanded by Sergeant Wilson. He stormed about the pits encouraging his men to fire faster and more accurately. They blasted craters in the landscape with round after round, blowing enemies apart in the process. The advance quickly picked up again, the massive figures running full tilt into the hailstorm. Addison fired his rifle with accuracy reserved for sniper units. Each of his rounds dropped an advancer and when they came twenty yards away four pillboxes opened fire with heavy armour piercing machine guns. The corpses piled up swiftly clogging the advance. The air filled with the stench of blood and death, the humidity making it all the worse. Dirt clung to sweat soaked faces and hands, the thick smell of cordite hung in a cloud in every section.
Four men tossed grenades and the field filled with screams and shrapnel. The comm sergeant in the command bunker had called in support from Firebase Delta who responded with a barrage of 105mm shelling. The jungle exploded, body parts filled the air, and blood washed the landscape. In an instant the raid ceased. Addison was on his feet instantly running for the flaming dropship, crying out for some help. The first man to stand was killed by a lingering enemy sniper, his head tipped to one side, and his helmet hit the trench wall, blood spewing out of a hole in his skull. A mortar crew fired two more rounds where the shot had come from and were rewarded with a scream of agony.
A medic and three infantrymen sprinted to catch up with Addison who was pulling a body from the wreckage. He went in twice more before they got there, his arms were red and shiny from burns. The medic set about checking the bodies. He counted pulses on two, the third was found, but extremely faint. Two more medics and a doctor were rushing over with gurneys and others went to the trenches. Addison never left the three men's sides and while in surgery he watched Lock die. Ross was next in the room, and he also died on the table. Richmond died in waiting, he never made it to the table. Sixty more soldiers were dead, and thirteen wounded. Another pillbox was gone, and there would be no air support for three days because all fifteen bases along the defensive line had been attacked. Fort Crusader was only defended by four Grenadiers and one armoured Trooper. Fort Defender was lost but retaken with losses mounting a total of eight hundred troops for one base. When the numbers arrived at Marauder the estimate was four thousand troops dead, fifteen hundred wounded.
Addison was now in command of four hundred and twenty six able bodied combat troops. The engineers set about repairing the trenches and foxholes, and the infantrymen soon joined them. The artillery units set up the two fresh mortars and digging their pits deeper for more cover. The medical corps was busy with wounded, and the chaplain was saying prayers for the dead.
