Before the great war there was a squad of heroic marines known as the blue stripes, they were made up of a group of the best marines around they had a headquarters high in the snowy mountains of the alps, on earth, (yes a futuristic, inter galactic story starts on earth) hidden in the snow only the general knew were it was but one day they were betrayed they were caught off guard and massacred…
“What the hell is going on!”
“It’s the general sir, it seems he has ordered our execution”
“BATTLESTIONS, EVERY ONE NOW!!”
“Yes sir, what about you?"
"Ill be out soon Rick, rally the men"
I grabed my old fashoned note pad and pen, iff anything would stand the test of time, this would. I started to write a letter, a lter to my son, in the future, in the hope that he would find it and avenge us. I tucked it into my knee gaurd, grabbed my pistol and ran out my quarters, tis was our last stand, i wasnt oing to miss it.
Bombs and shrapnel where falling all around me and my team, this was a disaster on a catastrophic scale, we were taken completely off guard, now bombs and bullets were flying everywhere, half of us where dead already, the primary armoury was blocked by rubble and the secondary armoury was in flames and the only weapons we had access to where our bolt pistols on our belts, bolt pistols Vs. Dreadnoughts, even i know that’s a disaster waiting to happen. We were doomed, but we may aswell go down fighting.
“SIR, sir, your family is dead, I’m sorry, I’m sorry sir”
“Is my son ok?”
“Yes”
“I want him off the planet, I want YOU to take him into hiding and ensure he learns of this”
That was it, I’ve lost everything and I just hope that someday Minus Calgar is brought to his knees as I have been today.
I vaulted to concrete block seperateing me and impending doom, chainsword in hand, i began cutting down all of whom dared stand in my way, a shower of blood was covering my every move, some of it mine as bolt rounds pounded into my chest, the pain blocked out by the thought of my wife lieing dead in her bed back home, the rest of it was the blood of the troops i where sliceing and dicing as made my way towards the dreadnaught, if i was going, i was going to go out in style, i reached the gient foot of the dreadnaugh and clung on, i holsterd my bolt pistol and began to climb the monsterous machine.
I didnt take much effort to reach the top i unholsterd my bolt pistol and peered through the view port, I could just make out the remains of the warhero encase inside, controlling this mighty machine, i took aim and fired three precise shots;
One in the head
One in the heart
And one in the fuel hydrolics
The mighty machine bukled and shook beneif me, and fell slowly backwards, my last round sounded off into oblivion as i killed there field medic....
I opened my eyes, my ears where ringing and gunfire still surrounded me, the dust settled, i must have passed out as the dreadnough fell, i looked around my vision was blurred and i couldnt move, i was all too awere of the life leaving my body as i looked around watching brave solders fall all around me, from both side of the fight, pride was the last emotion to pass through my mind.
Oblivion engulfed me
The battle sounds faded away
The spark in my heart went out
The life left my body
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authors note:-
HEY GUYSS, hope you like this, i have six more chapters planned and 1 more on its way, so all support is welcome XD and thankyou for reading
p.s. my computer's messing up so there may be some weird lines...
