“Gears, it’s what my squad mates used to call me.”
*J25 stares off into space.
“Okay gears lets get some food some guy is paying for everything tonight”
“I ordered something awhile ago, still haven’t gotten it.”
“Well every spartan is there so a lot of orders so do you remember anything before I somehow wound up here in the future”
“Actually, I think we went back in time.”
“Okay you lost me wait a second were is comic anyway”
he looks in the bar
stands up, leaning heavily on the counter Drinks drinks yes I am the bar keep.
looks at order list and gives people drinks
(by the way I died on page 30)
“Wait is that knight but he turned to dust well the odds of him remembering me are 0 percent”
One moment, Corporal Clyde found himself in New Mombasa, and then the next he charged through the doorway of a cafe to get away from a speeding tank…and found himself suddenly warped into what looked like a shopping mall cafeteria. In front of him were two rows of tables, bolted into the metal grate floor. After noticing the lack of chaos and noise, he looked behind himself to assess the danger and found nothing but a bulkhead.
“What the…”
At that moment, he looked forward a second time, viewing a failing array of lights, covering the room mostly in shadows that he soon eliminated with his VISR’s low-light setting. Carefully he stepped forward, BR55 low-ready. As he got past the tables, he saw two rows of plastic sheeting that were nearly equal in length to the tables. He advanced, feet nearly inaudible against the floor. That’s when he started to see the plastic was actually broken up, the outlines showing in his VISR mapping, each one identical, each one raised. Loud, electric crackles illuminated the room briefly, showering the ODST with sparks. He was too focused on the subsequently revealed blood stained floor to notice, and looking upon the rows in his current posture, he saw that each one had a zipper.
Body bags. A noise sounded somewhere to his right, like a hollow, metal rattle. Sam grounded his stance, raised his weapon and froze. The sound didn’t return for some time, and after waiting a long while he started strafing for what he could picture was a door, one foot past the other in a slow, comfortable pace. As soon as he was at the door, he waved a hand in front of it.
Nothing happened. Furthermore, he couldn’t see a control panel. Thinking of only one option, he wound up and kicked it. Surpisingly, it budged, falling off of its frame. Just as he thought it was his brute force that did it, he came face to face with another room of increasingly grim scenery. A wider space was revealed, a few stairwells surrounding one open area. Doors had been barricaded, others welded shut, and looking upon a far wall he saw heavy shutters. One of them was damaged enough to see some light. Could it be? Am I on a ship? A rumble at his feet told him to hurry himself along, and after that he heard his first sign of life.
“Warning. Station destabilizing,” an automated, female voice said.
“Well that answers my question.” Suddenly, the noise came back, this time in the form of footsteps. Definitely footsteps, heavy and a hollow space. Lacking a motion tracker, like his Spartan counterparts, Sam simply hushed and listened for a sense of direction. Narrowing the possibilities, his eyes drifted to the ceiling. “Ugh…”
Just as he raised his weapon, he heard more, two at once in two directions. He all but held his breath. Suddenly, a shutter broke loose, then the rest did, and flooded the room with the light of a massive gas giant outside the apparent station. Sam shielded his gaze, toggling off his VISR. “-Yoink-…gotta get out of here…”
He turned quickly, and stopped dead in his tracks. Standing at nearly seven feet tall on a pair of inverted legs, a tall, skeletal figure loomed over him, its skin shiny and black like silicone, a lone, spiny tail trailing behind with a spike at the end. Clyde forced himself to look face to visor with the creature’s elongated head, wondering how its neck was able to support its impossibly large cranium. He couldn’t see any eyes present, but as it brought its mouth in view, an array of carbon teeth shone, and then quickly parted to reveal another set of teeth inside of a nightmarish maw. A hiss came soon after, but Sam was already running up the stairs, following the emergency exit lights.
“Not today!” he shouted, just as the creature started barreling for him.
Apparently it wasn’t keen on stairs, climbing the walls instead. Seeing this made Sam let out a sound that was somewhere between crying and hysterical laughter. “Not good! Not good!”
For what felt like minutes, Sam did laps around the space plaza with the unknown alien in pursuit like some lost pup. After finally finding an exit, he turned around and fired. The 9.5mm rounds struck the creature’s body and face…and sparked off of its skin. It did, however, cause it to run away. “What?!” the trooper yelled, disbelieving.
Turning to run again, he found ten more of the beings waiting for him at the other end of the room. Trying to find his way out of the station wasn’t going to happen by conventional means, he realized, and booked it for the plaza again. “What unholy hell did the pub-goers release?” he said, fumbling a grenade from his vest, priming it, and throwing it at the windows. Successfully, the blast shattered it with ease, and as planned, he was sucked out into the black.
Using his rifle fire to adjust his course away from the station, he let the zero gravity fling him away from the nightmare. He suddenly regretted the decision when he found himself drifting in the black for minutes. Watching the station detonate in the distance, he figured maybe awaiting a never-to-happen rescue wasn’t so bad. His vacuum grade armor still had some ten minutes left.Ten minutes of precious life.
A glint of light caught his attention as it appeared next to him. He turned his head to see a pressure suit, headlamp active. Maneuvering in just the right way, the user was revealed to him. A woman, unconscious but definitely alive. “You too, huh?”
Suddenly, the low rumble of ship engines came deafeningly close. Turning, he activated his VISR and saw the outline begin to form, when its retro light beamed into his sight.
The light behind his gloved hand faded, and Sam brought his forearm down from his visor. He was back in the pub, standing against the wall like he had before when he first arrived. A dream? Or maybe time and space fixed itself just when he needed it to. He would never know. The only thing he was certain of now was…
“I need a drink…”
(Please tell me all your posts aren’t going to be that long.)
“Hey bar keep I want to order that blue milk and a steak and do you reconize me at all”
Rook hopes he remembers him
A drink? Here have one for free.
(hands a free beer)
I think I need one too. I think I had a dream, it felt too real though.
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> “Hey bar keep I want to order that blue milk and a steak and do you reconize me at all”
> Rook hopes he remembers him
Oh you, arggh, you are familiar! Back when I was an ODST wasn’t it? We, um we were… We were fighting a scarab back in New Mombassa, but no. You went MIA, you disappeared completely. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!
“I don’t know one second I went outside the bar which was a fortress there was a light then I woke up outside the bar in this recruit armor”
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> “I don’t know one second I went outside the bar which was a fortress there was a light then I woke up outside the bar in this recruit armor”
Why were you at a bar in New Mombassa? We were supposed to be evacuating civillians and killing the scarab?
(remember, that stuff never happened to me, I was part of the normal timeline till I died)
Thinks of a way to keep an eye on Comic.
“Hey barkeep, looks like your head of security is missing. I’m open to the job.”
“What are you talking about the covies were after ONI and the bar is this place when we got to the bar and the AI came out of that gun You turned to ash that May have damaged your memory we killed the scarab I jumped out the pelican before it hit the scarab after that we met at the pub which is that bar we were a clean up team if I remember all civilians were evacuated and we had to destroy any covie that was near ONI and our base was the pub”
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> Thinks of a way to keep an eye on Comic.
> “Hey barkeep, looks like your head of security is missing. I’m open to the job.”
“Hey gears this is knight he actually remembers me he says I went Mia without a trace”
Slaps Rook upside the head. And laughs.
“Kids these days.”
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> “I don’t know one second I went outside the bar which was a fortress there was a light then I woke up outside the bar in this recruit armor”
“Oh sure, tell the truth already. We all know you ditched your team to go to the 24/7 McDonalds. I bet that Moa Burger tasted real good while you were on duty!” in sarcastic manner
Surge falls off his seat onto the floor, with beer running from his mouth
“Hand me another beer Bar Keeper, I don’t think I’m drunk enough ye- buuraahrgh”