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by Comrade 47 on Fri May 07, 2010 6:42 pm
On the planet below, Colonel Thompson's sleeping body was sprawled over the radio transmitter. It was hard to believe that anyone could sleep after what he'd been through. He and his men had been sent to the planet to act as peacekeepers in the event that a civil war broke out between two hostile political groups. Thompson wasn't quite sure that they had landed on the correct planet, and before he could contact command to confirm, the group was attacked by reptilian aliens. Of the fifty to land on the planet, only sixteen survived the first attack. By the end of the first day, Thompson had been separated from the rest of the survivors and forced to hide inside of an abandoned communications facility. He had signaled for an evac, and had fallen asleep at the radio.
He jolted awake from a terrible nightmare involving the same monsters that had attacked him the day before. He checked to ensure that the door to the communication room was still secure, and then moved on to check his supplies and weapons. He had no rations, a few grenades, a few rifle magazines and a pulse rifle left. Thompson didn't know if his call for help had been heard, but he did know that he would have to move to an open area where a drop-ship could pick him up, if one was coming...
I could squash you like a bug right now, but I'm offering you a choice. Join me! Imagine what we could accomplish together... what we could create. Or what we could destroy! Cause the deaths of countless innocents in selfish battle again and again and again until we're both dead? Is that what you want?
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