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Red.Line Intro (Editable piece for me and my Partner)
14 years ago
Intro-
Commander Al'rick awoke in a cold sweat, encased inside of his secure Sleeping Pod. He sat up quickly, and opened the Pod's top latch, as it swung outwards and over, hanging over the side of the metal casing he laid in. Al'rick was in a daze, it felt like. The effects of sleep still loomed over his eyes and fatigued his body. He scanned the room with his weary eyes, taking in every detail of the dark figures and shapes of his quarters.
Nothing, he thought, looking back around at everything just to be safe.
The fog of darkness slowly rolled away, as his eyes adjusted to his surroundings. His quarters were still the same: His desk still sat in the middle of the room, with all of his papers and books, along with other things hidden away in his high-security drawers. Two armor cases sat in the left corner of the room, holding inside his battle suits he once wore back in the days of war, long long ago when he was Five-hundred years younger. And, finally, his wall of memories (hundreds of pictures and portraits and gifts and trophies collected through the ages from his younger days).
Al'rick smiled nostalgically when his eyes met the portrait of him and a small boy, wearing the Commander's helmet, which was 15 sizes too big for him. There was a long pause in his scanning, as he gazed at it from the other side of the room. The old Commander let out a tired sigh, and laid his head back down on the soft cushion of his pod.
He shouldn't have awoken so early. But, it didn't matter to him very much. There was nothing that could harm him in the room. Not only that, but there was no way anything could reach his quarters, pass the rows of guards that stand at watch in his halls, two by two, every five yards.
"Calm down, you old geezer", he said to him self reassuringly, closing his eyes, "No one would want you dead. You're a good man.."
He smiled happily, and breathed out again. He reached up for the pod door, and reached for where it should have been. His hand reached further then it should have, but still retrieved it. Al'rick open his eyes immediately, and sat up instinctively, looking at the door's exasperated depth.
The hinges were loosened, and it hung an entire foot lower then normal. The Old Commander tightened the hinges with his ribbed fingers, and slowly brought the door halfway up.
He had just brought it down to shut, when he felt a chill roll down his spine. The chill made a feeling as if there were thousands of knifes stabbing into the back of his skull and shoulders. He could sense another presence with him that had not been there not even seconds ago.
Commander Al'rick closed his eyes, and focused. He could hear breathing. Slow, labored breathing. Almost painful breathing. The breathing patterns of someone who had overworked their self, or done something that they haven't done in a long time. He could hear footsteps now. Such quiet footsteps, even quieter then a mouse. The steps approached his pod from the doorway, moving incredibly and frighteningly slow.
Al'rick's mind began to race, as the vision he had been creating in the darkness created a painting of what it was he was sensing: in the middle of his quarters stood a creature, unseen by the eye, but he could see it when he closed his eyes. It's head sat crooked on it's neck, as it's horrifying eyes stared at him from an awkward angle. The creature's arms hung down to the ground, and it's knuckles dragged against it. In the middle of his chest was a large, purple orb, filled with what looked like clouds and mists of different clashing colors.
The Old Commander let out a slow, quiet whimper as the smell of blood reached his nostrils.
He opened his eyes, and looked at where the creature stood. Two large impressions from the creatures heavy feet made their mark on the dark red carpet, and two trails of blood from where it's hands were lead to the impressions. The impressions disappeared and appeared again just feet away from his pod. The breathing he heard intensified, and made a low snorting sound every few breaths, becoming more and more hysterical.
Al'rick pulled his old, aged body from the pod, and fell to the carpeted floor. He stood up slowly and with trouble, as his legs shook under his light weight. He turned around again, saw the outline of the horrifying monster's body, looming over his sleeping pod he was once laying in moments ago. The outline of a monstrously large hand wrapped around the pod and silently crushed it, snapping it in two pieces.
He lost what ever it was that kept him calm just then, and began to panic, slowly turning around and attempted to force his old bones forward, barely taking a step every few seconds.
Not even two steps were taken when the breathing intensified even more. The breathing became even more hysterical, and there was a a louder, even more disgusting snort after every breath. The sound approached him from behind, as he took one more step.
A huge unseen hand wrapped around his tiny waist, already crushing them in his grip. He tried to scream, but the sound came out as a muffled cry as another hand wrapped around his head, tightening around it slowly. He couldn't breathe anymore, and he couldn't feel his body. Al'rick flailed his arms weakly, as the hands tightened more.
He gave out one more weak cry, which was cut off halfway, as the hands crunched what they held, crushing his skull and waist, severing each from it's body. The breathing stopped instantly as the old man's torso and legs fell to the ground limply.
The impressions on the ground from the creatures feet disappeared, and the breathing did as well. Blood from the body parts trickled into the red carpet, making it a darker shade. The door to his quarters slowly opened, as a fully armored soldier limped inside, clutching his arm tightly. Blood rand down his forehead, and everything was silent.
"Sector 6 clear.." His earpiece buzzed, along with other sounds of explosions, screams, gunfire, and cries for help.
The soldier breathed out slowly, and stared at the remains of his Commander. He whimpered, and slowly turned around to his other squad mates, that stood just outside of the door. All the sound that had been suppressed exploded into the room, as the battle outside of the Old Commander's quarters continued with out him.
The soldier took a deep breath again and looked at the soldiers that stood crowded around him. He looked his captain dead in the eye and whispered weakly, "Our Commander... is dead."
The captain blinked blankly and looked at her squad mates.
"God help us.."
This piece can will be edited and changed accordingly as I work together with my Comrade :D
My get longer, more then likely :o
Enjoy and give your opinion :o
Cheers
Commander Al'rick awoke in a cold sweat, encased inside of his secure Sleeping Pod. He sat up quickly, and opened the Pod's top latch, as it swung outwards and over, hanging over the side of the metal casing he laid in. Al'rick was in a daze, it felt like. The effects of sleep still loomed over his eyes and fatigued his body. He scanned the room with his weary eyes, taking in every detail of the dark figures and shapes of his quarters.
Nothing, he thought, looking back around at everything just to be safe.
The fog of darkness slowly rolled away, as his eyes adjusted to his surroundings. His quarters were still the same: His desk still sat in the middle of the room, with all of his papers and books, along with other things hidden away in his high-security drawers. Two armor cases sat in the left corner of the room, holding inside his battle suits he once wore back in the days of war, long long ago when he was Five-hundred years younger. And, finally, his wall of memories (hundreds of pictures and portraits and gifts and trophies collected through the ages from his younger days).
Al'rick smiled nostalgically when his eyes met the portrait of him and a small boy, wearing the Commander's helmet, which was 15 sizes too big for him. There was a long pause in his scanning, as he gazed at it from the other side of the room. The old Commander let out a tired sigh, and laid his head back down on the soft cushion of his pod.
He shouldn't have awoken so early. But, it didn't matter to him very much. There was nothing that could harm him in the room. Not only that, but there was no way anything could reach his quarters, pass the rows of guards that stand at watch in his halls, two by two, every five yards.
"Calm down, you old geezer", he said to him self reassuringly, closing his eyes, "No one would want you dead. You're a good man.."
He smiled happily, and breathed out again. He reached up for the pod door, and reached for where it should have been. His hand reached further then it should have, but still retrieved it. Al'rick open his eyes immediately, and sat up instinctively, looking at the door's exasperated depth.
The hinges were loosened, and it hung an entire foot lower then normal. The Old Commander tightened the hinges with his ribbed fingers, and slowly brought the door halfway up.
He had just brought it down to shut, when he felt a chill roll down his spine. The chill made a feeling as if there were thousands of knifes stabbing into the back of his skull and shoulders. He could sense another presence with him that had not been there not even seconds ago.
Commander Al'rick closed his eyes, and focused. He could hear breathing. Slow, labored breathing. Almost painful breathing. The breathing patterns of someone who had overworked their self, or done something that they haven't done in a long time. He could hear footsteps now. Such quiet footsteps, even quieter then a mouse. The steps approached his pod from the doorway, moving incredibly and frighteningly slow.
Al'rick's mind began to race, as the vision he had been creating in the darkness created a painting of what it was he was sensing: in the middle of his quarters stood a creature, unseen by the eye, but he could see it when he closed his eyes. It's head sat crooked on it's neck, as it's horrifying eyes stared at him from an awkward angle. The creature's arms hung down to the ground, and it's knuckles dragged against it. In the middle of his chest was a large, purple orb, filled with what looked like clouds and mists of different clashing colors.
The Old Commander let out a slow, quiet whimper as the smell of blood reached his nostrils.
He opened his eyes, and looked at where the creature stood. Two large impressions from the creatures heavy feet made their mark on the dark red carpet, and two trails of blood from where it's hands were lead to the impressions. The impressions disappeared and appeared again just feet away from his pod. The breathing he heard intensified, and made a low snorting sound every few breaths, becoming more and more hysterical.
Al'rick pulled his old, aged body from the pod, and fell to the carpeted floor. He stood up slowly and with trouble, as his legs shook under his light weight. He turned around again, saw the outline of the horrifying monster's body, looming over his sleeping pod he was once laying in moments ago. The outline of a monstrously large hand wrapped around the pod and silently crushed it, snapping it in two pieces.
He lost what ever it was that kept him calm just then, and began to panic, slowly turning around and attempted to force his old bones forward, barely taking a step every few seconds.
Not even two steps were taken when the breathing intensified even more. The breathing became even more hysterical, and there was a a louder, even more disgusting snort after every breath. The sound approached him from behind, as he took one more step.
A huge unseen hand wrapped around his tiny waist, already crushing them in his grip. He tried to scream, but the sound came out as a muffled cry as another hand wrapped around his head, tightening around it slowly. He couldn't breathe anymore, and he couldn't feel his body. Al'rick flailed his arms weakly, as the hands tightened more.
He gave out one more weak cry, which was cut off halfway, as the hands crunched what they held, crushing his skull and waist, severing each from it's body. The breathing stopped instantly as the old man's torso and legs fell to the ground limply.
The impressions on the ground from the creatures feet disappeared, and the breathing did as well. Blood from the body parts trickled into the red carpet, making it a darker shade. The door to his quarters slowly opened, as a fully armored soldier limped inside, clutching his arm tightly. Blood rand down his forehead, and everything was silent.
"Sector 6 clear.." His earpiece buzzed, along with other sounds of explosions, screams, gunfire, and cries for help.
The soldier breathed out slowly, and stared at the remains of his Commander. He whimpered, and slowly turned around to his other squad mates, that stood just outside of the door. All the sound that had been suppressed exploded into the room, as the battle outside of the Old Commander's quarters continued with out him.
The soldier took a deep breath again and looked at the soldiers that stood crowded around him. He looked his captain dead in the eye and whispered weakly, "Our Commander... is dead."
The captain blinked blankly and looked at her squad mates.
"God help us.."
This piece can will be edited and changed accordingly as I work together with my Comrade :D
My get longer, more then likely :o
Enjoy and give your opinion :o
Cheers
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