From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: Shells and beams fly overhead. As we run along the trench, we dodge the bodies already piling up. It's been a terrible three weeks, but it's been together. That's the only thing that's gotten us through. I stop short of the end of the trench and press my back to the dirt wall. Checking my rifle's charge, I look back and nod to you to do the same. I would have yelled, if I thought you could have heard me over the noise of war.
You slide up to the opposite wall. We've done this so many times before. I motion with two fingers to the outpost ahead, then give a circular motion, and finish my pointing at the guarded door. With a nod, you understand. I nod, and we begin.
We dive from cover, almost in unison. one laser burst from each of our guns takes down each of the two guards by the door. Then we dive across each other's path, blasting away enemies on either side, watching each other's back, just as we always do. You overstep and fall! I race over, seeing an enemy in his red armor level his sights on you. I dive just in time to take the laser burn on my left shoulder. I let out a scream in agony, and you get up in anger, switching your gun to projectile mode, launching several grenades at the enemy, resulting in his suit being shattered and his body being completely desicated. You pick me up and help me hobble towards the door, throwing down your now depleted rifle and pulling out your pistol, firing as much as you can, myself emptying my rifle in a painful attempt to give cover fire. Once we reach the door, you open it, dispatch two more soldiers and pull me inside.
You lean me against the wall and grab one of my stimpaks, injecting me quickly. You then take off your own left shoulder armor, since mine was blown off, and strap it over the wound. The medical programing of the armor takes effect almost immediately.
"Thanks."
Is all I manage to get out. You check your pistol, it's only a half charge now. Mine, fortunately is at full charge. We swap weapons, since I still have all of my grenades. With a nod from each of us, we move along the corridors of the complex, tossing grenades into rooms, and mopping up the survivors with well places pistol shots. When we reach the main command center of the outpost, we check our inventory. Both of our guns are depleted, and you've got the one grenade left...
I activate the beam saber built into my right wristguard and open the door, rushing in to slash at any opponent that reveals himself. The blade deflects three laser shots and slashes through two men, only to be deflected by another bean saber! I'm thrown across the room and into a pile of now damaged computers. The enemy general hasn't noticed you yet. He and i exchange blows with our sabers until he sees you. He tosses me aside like a ragdoll and begins his advance towards you. You try to activate your own beam saber to find that the circuitry had been damaged when you removed your pauldron for me! The general gets closer and closer, drawing his blade over his head, illuminating his face in a pale orange hue, twisting his grin into one of evil pleasure. At this point, his blade hand is removed from his body, in a terrible cry of pain, and a mightly yell from myself, as the heat from my own blade slices through tendon and bone, cauterizing the wound immediately. Tossing him aside, I lean over to help you up, but stop short with the sould of a repulsor blast...
My eyes go wide, as do yours. Blood fills my mouth and my hand reaches out to touch your face...
"I had...so much planned...for us..."
These are my final words as I fall into your arms, lifeless. The enemy general stands just behind where I was, with his pistol pointing at your head. In a panic, your hand reaches for the first thing you can find...your last grenade. In one motion, with one hand, you remove the pin and hold it up in front of you.
"You wouldn't dare take your own life to kill me..."
"You just ook my world from me..."
The general stands there, staring at the grenade. After a moment of staring from the grenade to your stern face, he grins and holstiers his gun.
"Such bravery in the face of death...Take him home. Take my transport. See that he's honored. I look forward to our next meeting...it will be a fight for the record drives..."
And with that, he leaves you to see to his own injuries. You make your way, dragging my body, to the general's transport hoverjet...
At the honorable funeral, you are presented with the last piece of my armor that's functional...my blade. You silently vow to integrate this into your own armor, and that it will find the heart of that man...
~Nameless Anon.
(See? I don't ONLY do smut.)
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