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John Genericname
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Posted - 2015.07.23 20:58:00 -
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(Foreword- this is a direct continuation from the last part of the series which can be found here- https://forums.dust514.com/default.aspx?g=posts&t=188870&find=unread )
John sat speechless on the couch in the captain's quarters, he knew not to get attached to another informant, but he couldn't help but feel something for him.
The door to the captain's quarters quietly slid open as Markus, one of the team's scouts, walked in.
"John, something tells me you know it's getting worse. Am I right?"
John let his head hang, "I'm losing control, Mark... I could have botched this whole job, all because I can't control this."
He stood up and pulled his bolt pistol from his waist and examined the firearm- "I'm starting to understand why she took her own life."
Markus snapped back at him, "John, stop! Do not do this to yourself. Come on out with the rest of the team, celebrate your victory today."
The door shot open again as the team's other scout burst in- "Imperfects! They've boarded the titan!"
A small cluster of plasma bolts ripped through the scout's chest before he had the chance to react.
Markus twisted around and pulled his ion pistol in one motion, and fired a charged blast into the first hostile through the door. The merc's shields flashed, but didn't go down. He raised his plasma rifle and put two rounds through Markus' head. After going through his skull, the rounds hit the window of the captain's quarters, causing it to moan and creak.
John noticed the imperfect turn his attention quickly to him. He raised his bolt pistol as quickly as he could, lining up the reticle with the hostile's head, charging up the shot. The imperfect's rifle fired off first, burning through the air tearing up JohnGÇÖs right arm, throwing his shot off.
The stray shot hit the door panel short-circuiting the door and causing it to slam shut, slicing through the second hostile's ribcage.
The electronically distorted scream of his ally threw off the hostile's follow up shot, flying past John and hitting the window again, now forming an enormous crack, spiderwebbing throughout the entirety of the window.
A plan flashed before John. He lunged forward to the couch grabbing his helmet and putting it on. Chilled, filtered air coursed through his lungs, the suit's rebreather was still working.
John drew his pistol at the window and emptied the mag into the already cracked glass. It buckled under the pressure and was torn clean out of its metal frame.
The vacuum of space ripped every lose item out of the captains quarters including the imperfect and John. Either by luck, skill, or both, John managed to grab on to the window frame.
Tumbling and panicking, the imperfect managed to grab hold of JohnGÇÖs foot.
After detecting the hull breach, the titan sealed off the area, stopping the two from being pulled into the blackness of space.
John took advantage of this, and swung himself and his adversary back into the now zero-g captainGÇÖs quarters. He bent himself over reaching for the imperfect, cemented to his foot. Before John could react, the hostile lurched up at John, wrapping his hands around his neck, fumbling for JohnGÇÖs helmet release lever. John brought his hands up and forced the enemyGÇÖs hands outward. John quickly brought his legs up and pushed off the hostileGÇÖs chest, sending them both in opposite directions.
Now John had an advantage over his opponent, distance and a sidearm. He pulled his rail pistol from his holster and pulled the trigger; click. JohnGÇÖs advantage vaporized in an instant, and the imperfect knew it too. He sprang off the wall at John, nova knife in hand.
John was already beat up, with a bleeding armor breach to add to the trouble. He was relying on his shield system to keep the vacuum of space at bay, but one slip up and the suction would relieve John of all the blood in his body.
The imperfectGÇÖs first swing missed by inches, but his second missed by less. John knew he had to keep his guard up with this.
John quickly reached down to his boot, and grabbed the small knife he had stashed.
With a much smaller blade than most nova knives, John had to get even closer to the man trying to kill him.
John pushed off the ceiling pressing himself up against the imperfect. He swung right, then left, in a furious storm of sharpened steel, but the imperfectGÇÖs shield deflected every blow.
Enraged by the attacks, the imperfect tightened the grip on his nova knife and threw a punch connecting with JohnGÇÖs faceguard. On the takeaway, the plasma edged knife grazed JohnGÇÖs shoulder, dropping his shields down to 25 percent power. This proved to John that there really was no margin for error.
After the last painful blow to the mask, John figured heGÇÖd return the favor. He grabbed the imperfect by the throat, and repeatedly connected with his adversaryGÇÖs faceplate.
John could see his muscle stimulants running low, but also knew there was no way his enemyGÇÖs shield would hold much longer, and he was right.
One final blow to the face and the imperfectGÇÖs shields popped. John thrusted his knife at his enemyGÇÖs neck. The blade slashed through the armor around the neck, and dug itself into the artery.
Blood violently sprayed from the imperfectGÇÖs neck as the cold vacuum drew the blood from him.
In desperation, the imperfect lined up one last blow towards John. In a downward strike, he planted the nova knife firmly in JohnGÇÖs left shoulder, rupturing JohnGÇÖs shields as well.
John immediately applied pressure to the plasma wound on his right arm, using the rest of his muscle stimulants to apply enough necessary pressure. Moving his left arm in such a manner was simply excruciating, but he couldnGÇÖt remove the knife from his shoulder as he would leave himself with another gaping, bleeding wound.
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John Genericname
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Posted - 2015.07.23 20:59:00 -
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After what felt like an eternity, JohnGÇÖs shields finally rebooted, and recharged; he could take the pressure off his arm.
He reached his right hand up to the knife in his shoulder, careful to move it as little as possible. Fumbling around the knife, he found the plasma toggle and turned off the knife, making it GÇ£safeGÇ¥ to pull out.
With as firm a grip as he could muster, John slowly pulled out the knife as chunks of partially melted flesh clung of blade; the scream John let loose nearly ripped his vocal cords.
He was bleeding, and excessively at that, but it wasnGÇÖt nearly as bad as it could have been if his shield wasnGÇÖt up.
He radioed the team for a status report, but heard nothing but static. He felt his back, and realized he had lost his pack to the depths of space.
The door to the hallway was sealed shut, along with the vents; he wasnGÇÖt getting back into safety from this room.
GÇ£Maybe an airlock on the exterior of the ship?GÇ¥ he thought to himself; it was his only option aside from death.
John made his way out the window, making sure to keep a steady grip.
He wandered around the exterior for what felt like hours. His shield shimmered as droplets of blood passed through. John began to feel noticeably faint, blacking out for a split second here and there; he knew his time was running out, but there seemed to be just a barren wasteland of pipes and armor plates, and not a single airlock.
John felt another blackout coming, and it hit him hard. When he opened his eyes, it felt like a simple blink, but in reality, minutes had passed and his grip had given way. John was floating in space, not in front of the ship, but alongside it as it slowly tried to pass him by.
He had lost over a pint of blood by this point, and his rebreather was running low on power after being pushed to the maximum for such a stretch of time.
John could feel it, death, closing in around him. His vision became cloudy, dark, and distorted. He could hear his erratic heartbeat and breathing. Internal screams of pain echoed through his mind.
Finally, everything was silent.
John opened his eyes to pure white; nothing but white. He couldnGÇÖt move, as much as he tried. He looked down to see he was clothed in gray robes.
He was confused, GÇ£Am I dead? Was my clone database wiped?GÇ¥
John stood there for what felt like ages, alone with his panicking thoughts.
A feminine voice called out his name behind him; John struggled to turn around, but the realization struck him that he didnGÇÖt need to see this woman to know who she was.
He felt her hand on his shoulder running down his arm to his hand and the woman stepped around John to his front.
There she was, as beautiful as the Amarr come, her figure bathed in white silk; Assarra. She held JohnGÇÖs hand so tightly; her piercing blue eyes cutting into JohnGÇÖs soul. With the look of true pain and desperation, she pleaded to him, GÇ£Come back to me, JohnGÇ¥.
John closed his eyes and reached to hold her, he could feel his arms move to embrace her. He tried to bring her in close and hold her tight, but felt nothing but emptiness.
He opened his eyes and found himself standing outside the clone reanimation unit inside the titan. He collapsed down to his knees and let his head hang; a tear dripped down onto the inside of the visor.
To be continuedGǪ
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John Genericname
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Posted - 2015.07.23 21:04:00 -
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Well, it certainly took a while, but, here is part three as promised.
To those searching for previous entries in the series:
Part 1- https://forums.dust514.com/default.aspx?g=posts&t=148733&find=unread
Part 2- https://forums.dust514.com/default.aspx?g=posts&t=188870&find=unread
Thanks for reading, guys and gals :D
Remember, as always, comments and criticisms are much appreciated.
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John Genericname
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Posted - 2015.08.01 00:33:00 -
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Serious question- What do you guys think of an audiobook version of these chapters uploaded to youtube?
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John Genericname
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Posted - 2015.08.06 03:00:00 -
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Another serious question- what happened to everybody? There's no one here...
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John Genericname
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Posted - 2015.11.02 17:49:00 -
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Still alive, here; still wondering where everyone went as well...
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John Genericname
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Posted - 2015.11.17 17:30:00 -
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So everyone died then? just wondering.
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