The Fenrrir Marines (pro luge)
#1 of 1011th Marines
Un-edited pro luge of my new story series. watch this space. I will start work on the series as soon as i get one fave
The marines kept the files tight, eyes searching, guns read. The forest opened into a wide plane. The road cut through the long grass like a scar. The marines spread out. They all knew that humans could attack at any moment. "Jonathan, on me." He ran up to his squad commander's side. "Yes Mariana, what do you need?" he asked her. "No reason John, just wanted to keep you on your toes." She replied.
The platoon commander signalled the platoon to halt. Every one crouched down; weapons in the aim; eyes scanning. "Stay vigilant marines. I don't like this." birds chirped in the distance; the grass rustled in the wind. The Fenrrir's natural senses were an advantage. First the marine saw the grass moving against the wind. Then she heard the crumple of moving clothes. The wind blew towards her. She caught an unmistakable smell. Human. "Ma'am enemy at our three." She called in. "Another at our nine." "Two more one at five and at seven." It was an ambush. The marine commander kept her cool. "Radio silence... give me a sec'." She thought for a moment. "Radio op to me." She whispered into the short range. The long range radio operator moved up to her side. They had a hushed conversation. "Ok marines; change in plan H.Q. wants us back. So let's move it." She shouted out, hopping the humans would buy it.
The marines got up quickly and hurried towards the forest. A squad of human muskets appeared in front of them. "Ambush!" The marines got down on the ground as the muskets opened fire. Most were fast enough. A few got hit, some never to rise. "Bastards!" The machine gunner opened fire, angered by his mate getting hit. The humans fell without a chance of surviving.
Mayhem broke out as humans emerged from the grass and fired. The marines shot back, killing a few humans before they fired. The humans got slaughtered by the automatic weapons. They tried to get in close with bayonets. "Don't group, aim for muskets then swords." Mariana called out. A musket fired. The round slammed into her chest and smashed bone. She fell with a yelp. "Shit. Medic!" Jonathan got in close and covered her to the medic arrived. He then ran towards a rock for cover.
To late he saw the musket. There was the flash as the pan ignited. Then the bang of the powder. The shot ripped through his left shoulder and shattered the bone. His legs slipped from under him and he slammed onto his back. The human ran screaming towards him. Brandishing his bayonet. He struggled to get the pistol out its holster. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He got it out and fired off three quick rounds. The human fell towards him. Jonathan used what was left of his strength to toll over.
He lay there on his stomach. There was hardly any pain. He had to much adrenalin in him. His vision started to blue. Bright lights flashed across his eyes. He felt tired. He closed his eyes. Sleep was all he needed. All he wanted. "Jonathan." The voice seamed distant, "Jonathan, don't you dear fucking die on me." Pain pulsed through him. Then something stabbed into his chest...