The Federation Chapter 2 – Influenced by The Movie StarShip Troopers

Chapter 2

Invasion of Klendathu Part I

Staff Sergeant Anthony Marcus sat strapped into the harness of a red lit corridor of an AV-4 Falcon drop ship (aka boat) of the United Federations’ third wave to land on the planet of Klendathu, home of the bug species called the Arachnoids. Although the humans have tried many times before for invasion, they have however sadly failed all times prior. Alongside the walls of the drop boat line rows of seats tight packed next to each other filled with Mobile Infantry of the 102nd Black Night Division, which will soon be dirt side. Marcus sits in between his squad mates and stares nervously around to catch no one’s gaze to meet his.

They are all scared and so was he; they would soon be in drop zone Hell-Z, which was title after the first wave’s loss of 300 men minutes after they touched down. From what the radios poured out while in the loading dock, the sound of the first wave getting its ass kicked really dismantled many of the combat inexperienced soldiers. The drop was even more antagonizing to the moral of the troops, as the boat rocked and jerked from the atmospheric resistance as they tore their way down to the surface.

The young man next to Marcus was saying a prayer of faith to himself, and Marcus bit his lip at the uncomfortable feelings with the ways of the old religions set out to control peoples’ minds by providing them with a self thought reality that if you worshiped one being then you will find you way into his eternal grace. He as well as many others were a bit displeased when the Federation of America signed back the rights of religion to only calm down fanatics but bringing back hysterical people from the world ending, to the universe ending. After 1500 years of postdating the Ancient Mayan Calendars you would think people would get over themselves and stop patronizing civilians.

“Look man, I don’t mind your beliefs, but keep them quiet to yourself. No Earthly God is going to help you out here, the only gods that have your back are the men and women around you, so save your breathe,” Marcus whispered sharply silencing his squad member.

Staff Sergeant Marcus was newly promoted during warp over to the planets GAP, gravitational atmospheric pull, that allows ships to hover in place when the counter GAP is activated onboard. He was not as new as many would think, he has served for many years but has shrugged past promotions for fear of mistakes, but when on board his CCO, company commanding officer, ordered him to the promotion he had no choice. They think of him as a good trooper, and he needs to lead others as they thought.

Marcus was peering around as the other 180 MI troopers kept their faces planted to the ground, possible he thought, that they were thinking about how many seconds longer they will live compared to the first wave that dropped. At that though the boat slammed hard to a stop, and was hovering hundred or so feet off the surface of Hell-Z. Marcus’s heart sank as he thought, “I hope I don’t die on this planet, lost to this desert and away from my family.”

The red light that lit up the corridor flicked off, and a green one took its place. The bright green light signalized the landing and the harness released letting the MI troopers to stand and prepare to disembark. As Marcus stood up he caught a glimpse of a bright blue light blare up from the cock pit.

“We’ve been hit!” The CCO yelled while looking down into the cock pit with an immediate curiosity to the blue light. The Boat tipped down the nose pointing at the ground and gave clear sight of the impact in the cockpit. Marcus quickly snapped at a harness as the freely unsecured MI troopers slid down in to the gaze taking blue fire. MI’s bumped against Marcus frantically trying to snatch anything to stop their fall, but was just out of reach of Marcus’s hands. Without little hesitation Marcus grabbed a MI as she slide closely by him, and she did the same by grabbing one sliding past her. Across from him Marcus noticed his CCO climbing the harness’s to the rear-end of the boat to escape the flames the lurked below them all. The CCO grabbed at a MI officer as he drifted quickly by him and held him by the finger tips, but the Officers grip was faulty and he slipped down with the rest of the troopers.

Gravity returned quickly to the chamber of the boat and the two MI troopers Marcus was now supporting was baring extreme pain onto his arm from their weight. The boat began to sway side to side in a slow spiral quickly getting faster and faster as the boat lost altitude rapidly.

Marcus yelled out, “Grab my belt and hold on, we are going down!” and the Troopers grabbed each other’s belt while Marcus put both of his hands on the harness and braced for impact. With a hard tug on his arm and a blast of debris making them sway in mid air, they had crashed. With a final jerk on Marcus’s arm it dislocated but he manages to get hold of the harness as he let out a terrifying scream of pain. When his fellow MI trooper heard this she dropped herself as well as the other trooper to the ground, landing with a loud thump of boots on metal then a crash of her toppling the other MI’s balance.

“Alright trooper, drop down we will catch you,” She said in a soft loud voice. Marcus didn’t care whether they caught him or not he was letting go, an he was surprisingly caught feet before busting his butt. When he looked up he realized that the woman that he had been  holding was his Squad friend from basic, Alanus Martrixi, another well trained squad leader in charge of a squad that backs up Marcus’s squad.

“Alanus thank religion that it’s you, I’m relieved to see you alive,” Marcus said as he let out a sigh of relief from the sudden though that his best friend was almost killed.

“Same to you, but not so happy that you pulled apart your arm, but thank you for saving us,” Alanus said waving to included the other MI trooper behind her, his name was Rexy Rezlink, a trooper from the Russians Federations Volunteer group assigned with the Black Nights a year before the Invasion.

“Yes, thank you comrade, that was very quick thinking on your part, I was surely to die here in this reechoed drop boat if it wasn’t for you,” Rexy said with his accented Russian voice. Marcus thought it sounded pretty cool, though he was in pain he didn’t spend much time thinking about it as Alanus gripped her arms around Marcus’s arm.

“I would tell you to brace yourself, but that would do no good,” When she finished her words she pushed up then snapped his arm back into his shoulder socket making him scream in pure immense pain and he feel backwards onto this other shoulder grasping the hurt one.

Alanus looked over as Rexy, “Is there anyone else alive?” and Rexy shook his head side to side with a depressing glare. Marcus finally calmed and looked across the chamber for the CCO from where he laid holing his arm still.

“What of the Officers, any alive?” Marcus asked huffing as he rolled up to his hips, still holding his arm but was yet again met with another shake of Rexy’s Head displaying his sympathies to the CCO who was still alive before the Impact.

“All of them are dead, we are the only ones left of the Ship comrades,” Rexy said calmly as he fiddled through the rubble looking for his Russian Styles MEA Rifle, or in other worlds Multi Environmental Assault Rifle, that supports the same ammo cartridge the American Fed B28 battle rifle.

Looking around there were plenty of holsters in the walls filler with their B28’s unscratched behind its thin metal cage.

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The DemiGod

The DemiGod

A long time ago in the great lands of ancient Greece, presided a City-Estate known as Sparta. In Sparta, men were trained to be the toughest and most ruthless military force on the face of the earth at the time.  To these Spartans, the greatest relief in battle was to be killed by a warrior that was better than them, for Spartans this was an honor, it was very hard to find another warriors of the Spartan fighting quality. Spartans were trained never to retreat and never surrender; in battles or to emotions, because it was considered a sign of ones weakness. For many people when they hear of Spartans or even about the Great Sparta City-estate, they think of the greatest warriors ever to live. Now, when these words echo into their ears, they think of one man, the man that could kill a god, the last Demigod.

Our Story begins on the summer coast of Greece with a small band of Spartan warriors walking in formation on a dry sandy beach along the Aegean coast line, led by a man named Spartugus. These warriors were not any typical Spartans; they were the top leaders in every aspect of warfare at their time. The king of Sparta at the time was at war with the Thebans and had very few soldiers to spare, so he gathered this group to handle a major disturbance in this town that was being menaced by unknown enemy. The king’s thoughts however, were that the Thebans might be trying to pull a ruse and take his attention of the war, and so Spartugus was sent to handle the problem.

As they arrive on the quite coastal village they noticed it was just a simple farmer village and was very distasteful. Building made out of the dark pine wood the bordered the edge of the forest, and weeds sprouted out through the beams of woods marking a path through the cent of the village giving it a almost abandoned look. The full moon arched over the mountains in the distance with its pale graceful light lighting up the path that lead to the town holding area where the peasants were gathered in a meeting. As the Spartans came within hearing distance they over heard the chatter of the recent events, a man’s child has wandered near the edge of the wood and disappeared without a trace few hours priors. The Last that was heard of him was a very short scream that broke like the snapping of a spear as if sword breaks through it with a cling. The peasant crowd came silent to a hush as the head of the group waved them down in the presence of Spartans.

“Spartans? What are Spartans doing here in the out skirts of Greece? Looking for trouble I presume? ” The Head Peasant asked.

“We were sent by King Lacedaemon to preserve the stability of the region and to put a stop to these disturbances.” Spoke Spartugus.

“We do not need help for this problem, for even we cannot tell you what is causing it.-

“Beats!” Interrupted a peasant, “They took my baby in the night of a full moon! They move without noise, like a shadow in the night, they can’t be found because they don’t want to be found.”

“SILENCE!” The head Peasant yelled. “We don’t know-

“But it’s true Negron!” Interrupted another peasant as the other peasants nodded with mumbles of agreement.

“Listen! Be quite all of you!” Spartugus said fiercely. “My men and I will solve this problem regardless of what they are.  These beasts you say that move without a sound and cannot be seen will yell in bloody horror as I place my blade into its shadowed carcass.”

The whole mass of them went silent with fear as they looked Spartugus in his glowing eyes from the moons reflection which showed he meant every word he said. They never seen a Man with such determination, but I guess they forgot he was a Spartan.

“Now,” He said looking around very slowly, “Point my men and I in the direction where the boy went missing and I’ll meet these beast if they show.”

The mass moved back around the Village, Stopping at its edge just before the woods.

“I take it this is it?” Spartugus said sarcastically and the peasants nodded. “Alright,” he said looking across his men then back-

Suddenly Loud screams followed the breeze as it slide through the masses. Spartugus recognized those screams instantly, Death.

“With haste! Other Side of the Village, Move!” A few Spartans in the back were first to move.

Spartugus directed all the peasants to barricade themselves in the Town holding area; he was the last to get around to the area of the screams. As he came around the edge of the last Hut in the viewing distance he froze. A sudden unspartan feeling travelled through his body, Fear. Standing 20 feet away stood a massive creature covered with thick white fur which resembled a wolf like creature, but it stood upright like a man.

A voice in Spartugus’s head yelled “What In the name of Zeus!”

The origins of the screams came from a woman the creature picked up, below it was her dead husband. The creature carless of the warriors near it drove its almost 2 feet long claws into the women’s chest  and drove its fangs, that were a half the length of the claws, into the women’s throat.

Spartugus was stunned, never before has he ever seen something of this nature. Spartugus along with all his men came completely frozen in shock. After a few long seconds his nerve returned

“ATTACK!” He ordered with a fury in his voice that could scare Hyades himself. Quickly his men reacted as they too regained their nerve and drew their swords to fight off the beast. The creature flung the dead bleeding women to the ground making a loud thump as it realized it was in danger, and dropped to all fours as it darted off into the woods. Spartugus without the slightest hesitation ordered his men to follow it quickly and do not lose sight of it.

As the chase commenced a few in the very front would yell out “There It Goes,” or “I can see it.”  Spartugus being the well trained Spartan he was stayed within the mist of the group going at a calm speed keeping a wary eye on the surroundings. Although it was just a beast they were in pursuit of he never liked to be surprised by anything so he was cautious to be aware.

The groups speed began to slow down to a halt, and then some of the men in the front began to murmur nervously. Spartugus turning in a 360 angle, decided to walk to the front to find out what happened to their soon to be victim beast. It was dead silent almost as he walked to the front, only the sound of the gentle breeze brislings the leaves as it blew through. Then in a almost sneaky manor a soft crack of a fallen branch sounded in the cover of the thick trees. CRACK! It sounded again from another angle, instantly making the Spartans braced themselves in the direction of each noise.

Spartugus’ eyes began to wander the surround woods around him anxiously looking for some sign of the beast, as it soon became dead silent again. As his eyes slowly gazed over a fellow Spartan comrade as a swift of white blurred out of the corner of his eyes, when he jerked his head to locate the source of the white blur there was nothing to be found.

Then out from the opposite side of the white blur sight appear a massive shadowed figure, it hid in the shadows of the trees only to be revealed from the moonlit back ground which gave distinction to its shape and size. One frightening characteristic, was its eyes, Spartugus looked at them as they glowed red with the intensity of Greek fire and hunger of violence. The Spartans braced themselves at it, waiting for it to move, but it didn’t it just stood there staring into the Spartans souls

“For the love of Athena fight us you mindless beast!” Yelled a Spartan. “You cowardly wolf”- t hen from behind the Spartans broke out the roar of rage from another beast as it ripped its claws into the yelling Spartan followed by its fangs striking into his neck then flinging the instantly killed body into a nearby tree and pressing on the other Spartans. Spartugus quickly realized they have been lead into a trap and yelled “AMBUSH!!”

Split seconds after the surprise attack from behind their flank the other immobile monster swiftly charge the group as the soldiers were distracted by the other side. It quickly speared a nonobservant Spartan through his back, easily piercing his body armor, and then the body swiftly went limp as the monster tossed it aside to attack another off guard Spartan, collapsing him to his feet.

Spartugus along with two other Spartans managed to subdue its surprise attack only to be brushed aside by another monster that charged out of the woods tackling a Spartan closely behind them. Spartugus fell to his chest with his helmet coming over his eyes as it was finishing sliding off his head accompanied by his spear tumbling away as well as if it feared destruction itself. Spartugus got hit in such a way he was completely disorientated and oblivious to the new arriving wolf like monsters. Spartugus was at the mercy of newly intelligent beast and gave into his urge of unconsciousness.

It wasn’t many minutes later when at the yells of the last Spartan dying awoke Spartugus from his temporary sleepy spell. He rolled over to remove his hand that was jammed between his body and his shield trapped against the ground.  He laid their on his back observing around him out of the corner of his eye that he was not the only one left alive. He flipped back over to rise himself slowly up from his knees keeping his head slightly tilted down as if looking at the ground but kept his eyes on the closest of the blood covered beasts the stood around him.

Then with a mockery face he placed on a darkly smile with a slight chuckle  and drew his sword slowly placing it at his side, and stood there like a statue waiting for his enemy to make a move. He knew there was only one outcome of this fight and he was trained his whole life to make it the most historic moment of his life, and this moment would be his glorious death, not on some battlefield but by a godless creature that stood over the tallest man and  had more wit’ than any philosopher in all Greece.

He quickly grew impatient with the edginess of possible death and spoke to the beast the stood starring him down, “Listen her you over grown dogs,” A few growled as if they understood him, “We know how this will turn out, So let us stop delaying it and ATTACK ME! Trust me; it is going to hurt you, a lot more than it is going to hurt me.” As his said his last words the beast in unison charged him, swiftly he turned back throwing a jab of his sword in to a beast that was on all fours charging him. Using his upper body strength he forced himself in the air over the collapsing beast and as he landed on his feet with his back facing a oncoming beast as he braced himself placing the sword backwards in both hands he slammed it backwards into the beast’ face as it tackled him into the air then his body flopping to the ground in a frenzy of rolls letting loose his words. His head smashed on the ground as he roughly came to a complete stop, and with a slow struggle for strength he began to raise himself off the ground smiling into the eyes of a oncoming bolder sized monster. Spartugus heard a foreign noise off to his side, a slight swish of a wire then right past the back of his neck over his shoulder flew  a deadly positioned arrow that slammed into the forehead of the beast, blasting it backwards with such force that part of its head flung off as the two opposing forces met.

Soon a volley of single arrows came quickly out of the trees, unknown to the seeing eyes, towards the remaining beasts. One after  another the beasts were struck down, and Spartugus fearing for his own life as the first arrow flew past his head dove fiercely to the ground.

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