Thread: War is Hell... Especially Away From Earth (me and Felixia_Luna)

As the sounds of the cannons rained down on the battlefield past where the sight of the many strange creatures were fighting for their lives. But below all that on one of the artiliary hilltops came a small sound, the sound of a match that would only be barely heard by one as he lifted it to a nice cigar that he had gained from the ambassadors of the other race they fought alongside. Humans had entered a technological golden age... after a near lapse into WWIII a new source of fuel was discovered that was clean burning and ended up helping push many countries out of dark ages and pushed america forward. Thanks to it we managed to get to the moon faster and soon discovered many other things, including another race in a neighboring solar system. They were reptillian, not having had the meteor that ours had so reptiles prospered and became what would be considered an anthromorphic version of a human but then again to them we were just a mammalian version of them. It had taken a while but the two races had decided for peace and things were working on a shaky surface until the Swarm arrived. This new race was insectoid yet it posessed strange qualities yet to be explained by either side. They were scrawny creatures for the most part but they had many breeds... they posessed strange beak like faces with long antenna atop their head that almost looked like tenticles and the number of them seemed odd as well since there were well over a dozen. Their arms were two sets, the tops would vary from different things like crushing apendages to slicing while the bottoms seemed to be hands that allowed for strange bio weaponry to be held. Their bodies were covered in hard armor that needed special rounds to shoot through. Damn buggers came the voice from behind the cigar as he waved the match out looking out at the battlefield with stern green eyes that were a brilliant forest green yet were hardened by many years in the field. He had the traditional haircut you see on sargents, almost completely gone on the sides and a flat top, though the bottoms were graying a bit from the dark brown that he had. His face was almost like that of a god, strongly built but he always had this unhappy lookon his face as he moved down the line inspecting the troops as they fired the batteries, holding his personalized assault rifle in his right hand which was ungloved unlike his left which had been horribly burned thanks to one of the buggers acidic weapons having burned much of his flesh off. He had scars, many of them but most were not seen except for a scar on his cheek. Turning his armor made little noise, being close to that which you would see on a modern day soldier instead though he wore no helmet and his body was not carryign bags or anything but was covered with a strange alloy metal that was still in the testing stages. It was a bit bigger, but nothing that seemed to hinder his movement as he walked back and forth refocus artilitar..... he was cut off as he heard a srange noise MOVE NOW! he yelled moving away from the batteries as suddenly a massive lump of movign flesh crashed and the buggers came pouring from the crash Mortar guns... fuck he said as he got up blasting at the buggers but it was too late, 2 guns were already gone and the crew for four were dead. FUCK, MEN FIRE, DON'T BACK DOWN! he yelled as he opened fire on the buggers, though while most bullets made it through the fuckers were resilliant. He swore as some were going for him and he tried to fight back but found himself backed into a corner, so with his last few bullets he fired and took out the ammo cash blowing up the buggers to hell... and sending him into a world of black as some junk came wizzing at him. It was many hours when he would awaken, the sound of battle far in the distance as he tried to regain himself, the world blurry and spinning as he groaned. He had dropped his cigar long ago as his gun was in pieces and his right arm was broken as it lay under one of the cannon barrels that had landed on him. He growled a bit Shit he said as he reached around to try and pull it free when he heard something coming toward him. Grabbing his pistol he pulled it out to face the incoming noise.