DUST Fiend
OSG Planetary Operations
Covert Intervention
9905
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Posted - 2014.01.11 22:34:00 -
[1] - Quote
Whispers drift throughout the shadows, the room shifting and blending into a bright yet hazy meadow; a lone cluster of trees, juxtaposed against the distance. Suddenly they approach and I'm sitting peacefully amongst them, gazing out at the beautiful painting. There was no time. Was I waiting for forever, or merely a moment?
And then it all rushed back.
I see her face; that smile that brought me home. I see her laugh, I hear the beam in her eyes; her form flowing freely through the meadow. I feel her love like a waterfall crashing down upon me, as I stand and turn to her.
Her face. It twists, gracefully at first, like a curious confusion trapped within her eyes; and then it erupts as the pain rips through her mind. Only then do I hear the shot, as a brilliant mist fills the air, the meadow turning dark as the life wilts from the scene. Another, and another, and another. The meadow pulses red, replaced with a barren wasteland of twisted shadows. Before her body fell as ash upon the stone, she vanishes without a trace.
Everything goes red.
I grab a branch from a nearby tree, a bloodcurdling roar exploding to the edges of space as I look to the sky. Twisting the branch around, I mercilessly jam the broken end into my neck, directly puncturing the jugular. The wasteland around me twists and burns as I pull my arm back, and lung again, and again; everything is black. Everything is gone.
Everything is dark.
Opening the door of the hidden drop pod, I am cool, calm; collected. The woods are teeming with life, everything is vibrant. I can hear distant noises, see things up close; I feel taller, stronger, faster, smarter. I feel deadly, efficient.
I am moving. Quickly.
Trees whip past my head in a blur, I fall from enormous heights and land like a shadow, only to disappear in a blur.
Everything is quiet. Still.
A slight series of beeps cuts through the mist, as a device closes in my hand, and I see red. But not everywhere. I see red to the left, and I approach, my very body fading from the woods around me. Slowly I approach, the red light drawing me closer, and then I see it. A mechanical demon of silver and gold, her blood drifting off of it like a putrid odor. It is crouched, a rifle made of inky blackness held as still as the death it deals. My entire body thrashes beneath my skin, begging for the rage; but I am calm.
Casually, I approach my unsuspecting prey.
It is kneeling before me, as I slowly walk beside it. There is no breathing, no subtle movements. There is only statuesque death, a marvel in every sense of the word. As I stand behind it, the tip of my right finger fades into view, as the mechanisms in the suit twist and turn in a circle, revealing a tiny coin shaped device. As gentle and caring as a mother nursing her baby, I place the device upon its back. It latches on without a sound as it promptly vanishes with a trace. I quickly follow suit.
The hatred I feel pales before the hope I see in this one. For you see, I know this beast. I know this beasts master. I know that masters commander. And, I know who that commander commands.
My mind is clear. I can see it all, laid out before me. I know what must be done.
My demons will not haunt me.
The will serve me.
Assault Dropship Montage
Incubus Pilot, AV Specialist, Fat Scout DUST addict
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