|The Fight Back (Part I) (standard:science fiction, 980 words)|
|Author: DarkC||Added: Jul 22 2006||Views/Reads: 1733/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Earth has been taken over by an alien race. This is the start to humanities fight back.|
For centuries a fierce and might war has swept across the worlds continents and engulfed them, nearly wiping out humanity. The enemy, Satan's own children, the Kharn. Deformed humanoids, bent over, warped faces and immune to nearly all types of pain. Some people say that it's a US experiment that went wrong, other believe it to be an alien attack, but everyone agrees that they must be stopped no matter the cost. The invasion had happened so fast that humanity had had no time to prepare. Within weeks of the first shot humanity was on its knees and begging for mercy. Only small pockets of resistance were left spread across the globe. Most were finished within another week, but a few of the stronger groups survived, though only through luck and skill. Soon the forces came together and started trying to liberate areas of Europe, only to be over run again by the unending and unstoppable onslaught that was the Kharn. Everyone thought that everything was lost and it was hopeless even trying to rebel against their oppressors, but by chance a leader emerged and took control of the disorganised force that was humanities last chance to survive and turned it into an army. Soon they liberated the UK and managed to hold the island, but only under his guidance was this possible. Now many years later the World Liberation Force (WLF) has become strong enough to launch an effective counter attack against the Kharn and put an end to their oppressor's regime of world terror. The landing grounds of this invasion force, the cliffs of Normandy, the 6th June 2944, 1000 years to the day after the original D-Day landings, let's hope it has the same ending. I staggered back as the cold moist morning Normandy air hit me with the strength of a car. Slowly I pushed my way against the wind out of the landing craft onto its deck like everyone before me and soon everyone behind me onto the crafts deck like on thousands of other hovercraft. Slowly but surely we filed into our various landing craft readying ourselves for the upcoming battle for the salvation of humanity. As I climbed down into my landing craft I held my plasma support rifle close, checking my ammunition, handgun and its ammo, my frag grenades, the med kit and that my body armour was tight and secure, not that it was any help against what we going against but it made me feel more secure. ‘Private Zanakov, how nice of you to join the party.' I heard Sergeant Storr's gruff voice Shouted at me. ‘I'm glad you didn't leave Private McCoring and me alone to have all the fun!' A wide grin spread across my face that I couldn't control. Storr always had something cheerful to say no matter how suicidal the situation was. ‘Alexander, I'm glad to see a friendly face, my Russian friend.' McCoring my old pal, his voice was always good to hear, and every time it calmed my nerves. We have been through everything together, from signing up on the first day, to the very limited training and every mission since then. ‘And I to see yours.' Smiles spread round our cold faces like nothing was wrong, that it was all over, or it had never begun. For that small moment I forgot about the suicide mission I was about to take part in. ‘Hey lovebirds! Remember the mission comes first the romantics is second!' Storr's harsh voice brought me back to reality and by McCoring's disgruntled expression Storr's voice had had the same effect. Without warning the craft began its descent into the icy waters below. Hitting the water with a gentle thud we were off speeding along the water. Down at water level there was little to no noise, so quiet that you could hear the Kharn artillery firing from all those tens of miles away. There was no doubt in my mind that the firing wasn't our welcoming shower of heavy explosives. Slowly one by one the fleet of transports came together just as the shells started landing in the water around us. ‘Good morning ladies!' Captain Freeman's voice sounded over the noise of the explosions, ‘Hope you've had an enjoyable trip so far ‘cause it's ‘bout to get a hell of a lot worse out here!' The truth, the actual truth was never kind, it was always something bad. ‘Now that I've got the subtleties out of the way here are the squads' I stopped listening until I heard my name, I didn't really care for anything else but my squad. ‘Private Zanakov, Private McCoring, Lance Corporal Jones and Corporal Price, you lot are Sergeant Storr's lads. That everyone? Good. Now remember guys, keep your head low and your eyes open, move up the beach from cover to cover and don't get caught in the open or you will, and I mean this, you will die. Alright everyone got that? See you at the barrier.' Freeman always had had a way with words that made you want to get through a situation just so you could smash his face in on the other side. As we neared the beach we were losing more and more transports. If you listened hard enough under the explosions and gun fire you could here the cries of dying, injured and drowning. The man in front of me threw up all over Jones' back, nice. The guy must have been new since I didn't recognise his face and after your first time it gets easier and easier. Over the noise I heard the driver scream that we had 30 seconds. People tensed up, started to shiver, knowing that for some of them it was their last 30 seconds alive. The boat stopped with a harsh thud. Captain Freeman's whistle sounded. The ramp dropped. I ran. Tweet
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