Mon Jun 14, 2004 11:51 am
"Infiltration"
Ok, here's something i wrote.
"INFILTRATION"
Prologue
A dropship dispatched from the cruiser.
The blue flames pushed the ship forward rapidly and it headed towards a nearby planet, known by it’s natives as the Sarhi. Not much to look at. It was mostly rocks, but they hid bases and facilities. Four escorting ships roamed out of the hangar.
“This is Liberator 1. What are your status?”, the pilot of the first escort ship hailed the dropship.
“Fine.”
“Roger.”
The Liberators took place on the sides of the dropship. They approached the planet. Two of the escorting warships disappeared. Cloaked.
Inside the dropship, forty men were sitting. Each staring at the man sitting on the other side. They stared, but didn’t see each other. They all wore armour, plates hiding their bodies.
“My gentlemen, Liberator 3 and 2 has cloaked. Prepare for drop,” the co-pilot of the ship said.
The lieutenant of the group raised.
“Lets gear up.”
“Sir, yes sir!” came the acknowledgement from the soldiers.
They all raised and pressed a red button they had on the left arm. Two wings came out of a jetpack. Also a engine. Little, but effective. They would glide with the wings three kilometres, and they were also for steering.
“Prepare for drop in 10,” the co-pilot said, “1009... 1008... 1007...”
He kept going on until 1000. Then the floor opened and the soldiers turned on their jet pack-engines.
Give constructive criticism, but no flames, please. Thank you, and enjoy!
Edited by - Chips on 6/14/2004 1:45:20 PM
Edited by - Orillion.net on 6/15/2004 5:02:32 AM
"INFILTRATION"
Prologue
A dropship dispatched from the cruiser.
The blue flames pushed the ship forward rapidly and it headed towards a nearby planet, known by it’s natives as the Sarhi. Not much to look at. It was mostly rocks, but they hid bases and facilities. Four escorting ships roamed out of the hangar.
“This is Liberator 1. What are your status?”, the pilot of the first escort ship hailed the dropship.
“Fine.”
“Roger.”
The Liberators took place on the sides of the dropship. They approached the planet. Two of the escorting warships disappeared. Cloaked.
Inside the dropship, forty men were sitting. Each staring at the man sitting on the other side. They stared, but didn’t see each other. They all wore armour, plates hiding their bodies.
“My gentlemen, Liberator 3 and 2 has cloaked. Prepare for drop,” the co-pilot of the ship said.
The lieutenant of the group raised.
“Lets gear up.”
“Sir, yes sir!” came the acknowledgement from the soldiers.
They all raised and pressed a red button they had on the left arm. Two wings came out of a jetpack. Also a engine. Little, but effective. They would glide with the wings three kilometres, and they were also for steering.
“Prepare for drop in 10,” the co-pilot said, “1009... 1008... 1007...”
He kept going on until 1000. Then the floor opened and the soldiers turned on their jet pack-engines.
Give constructive criticism, but no flames, please. Thank you, and enjoy!
Edited by - Chips on 6/14/2004 1:45:20 PM
Edited by - Orillion.net on 6/15/2004 5:02:32 AM
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