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Exodus (teaser)
Jsut looking for some feed back on this. I've gotten a lot of negative views on it because of its edgy content. I just wanted to know what you guys think. Any opinions on the style, theme and what not are all welcome. Thanks! ^^
“Wait for it!”
The voice rang out above the gun fire and bomb shells that polluted the sky with their hideous screeches. The battlefield was the once proud city of Raydon. Before the war it had been a radiant marvel of architecture but now was just a shell of its former glory. The buildings of the city had been destroyed by barrages of artillery and now the final assault was upon us. The 86th Templar had been decimated under the superior firepower of the on coming Sunni and now they stood at the gates, ready to crush us with their grand design. All that stood between the Sunni and the ruined stronghold of Raydon was a small band, our templar of God.
“Wait for it!”
Again the commander screamed above the sounds of battle. I gripped my rifle like it was my soul. It was the only thing standing between me and the icy grip of a Khazz soldier’s claw digging into my chest. Johnson was sitting beside me in the trench, clutching a small golden cross he wore on a chain. He prayed for the Summi to leave, to end this war with what they had already taken from us. His whispers were of fear of the Summi. They had claimed the lives of so many of us already. We didn’t stand a chance but we still waited there, waited for our apocalypse to come sooner than we had hoped. The exodus would have saved our souls from the Day of Judgement, so said the arch bishop. Yet God did not smile upon us today, or any day, for the armies of Mecca drew ever closer to bring us their own version of the Day of Judgement.
“Open fire!”
The command was clear and like clockwork the templar around me positioned themselves to defend the trench. Their rifles were steadied on the blood stained earth, now red from the radiation and chemicals of war. Seconds later I followed suit, hoping to protect Raydon from it’s attackers. The sounds of pneumatics came towards us and the first wave of khazz soldiers came over the ridge, guns blazing. Their metallic frames were a marvel of warfare technology. The body was a hulking chunk of metal formed to look like a breast plate from ancient times. The arms were metallic poles that were connected to an elbow guard and gauntlet. Wires acted like muscles, making the arms strong and durable, yet still exposed. The fingers were very blocky, rectangles pieced together with ball bearing joints to give a claw-like hand to the fearsome warriors. The soldiers also had two small machine guns implanted into their gauntlet hands to wage war with. The legs were crafted in the same fashion as the arms, having a knee cap and tall boots. The marvel of the piece, though, was the head. The shape was in the form of an old centurion’s helmet. The eyes glowed with a red that could stop your very heart with only one look. It was the look of the devil peering into your soul and destroying you mentally before ripping into your body physically. These metal warriors were machines of war, yet one thing remained human. The mind of a person still lived on in the metal skeleton, commanding the body to destroy its foes. Truly, this was the face of death to the templar and the khazz would stop at nothing to prove that.
The templar desperately fired upon the khazz as I pulled aimed carefully and pulled my trigger. The rain of bullets flew forth with our last hopes and dreams to tear through the iron giants as they khazz advanced with their own weapons pelting our warriors. Screams of pain and terror could be heard on either side of me as templar fell to be taken into God’s hands for their service to his divine will. The war had ended for them now but the battle still raged on below as they were undoubtedly watching from the paradise above. We were having no such luck with the khazz, though, as their heavy armour was the perfect shield against our rifles. A few had fallen to some divine intervention as bullets ripped through their vulnerable legs but our forces were fighting in futility. The khazz would overwhelm our position and our fate would be in the hands of God.
The large Kauch50 machine guns finally sang out from the two bunkers like a chorus of angels to my ears as it mowed down the khazz like a blade to the brush. Some hope, at last, filled our hearts and the commander saw it. I knew he could see the fire rekindled in our eyes from the sudden burst of success our soldiers were having. With every khazz soldier that fell, the remaining templar fought even harder. Their gift of immortality was merely in our heads and now it slowly drifted away in the noise. The commander looked pleased as my eyes wandered every so often, waiting for our next order.
“The 92nd is with me! Let’s send those bastards back to hell! For the Messiah!” he shouted as our templar lept over the trench walls and charged forwards with a new spirit.
Johnson and I stayed hunkered down in the trench, watching as the blood bath continued on. The charging troops stood no chance and why they had even thought that was absurd. No faith could have protected them from the sheer strength of a khazz class warrior. The machines ripped them apart with their wrist machine guns and digging claws that could rip through a tank. Our soldiers were defeated the moment they burst forth from the trenches and unfortunately they were only learning that now through sacrifice.
I looked to either side of me, shaking with fear for my life. Johnson was still firing upon the battle, not even caring what he hit now. His emotions had taken him to a dark place were any kill was a good one. Survival was key here and every templar here just wanted to live another day. The khazz advanced once more, now with anti-tank support. The rockets flew forth like a hawk in a dive. They streaked across the sky with deadly accuracy and ravaged the bunkers. Our machines gun now lost, hope had died under the foot of the enemy. They would advance and take us, with the only question now being when.
The khazz marched forwards, pouring into the bunkers as templar frantically tried to hold them off. The metallic beasts were too resilient though and began to drop into the trench to fight in melee. They knew they had superior strength and that any punch from a human would only dent them at best. I then heard Johnson cry out in pain as his rifle stopped firing and a khazz lifted him up with his fist right through his stomach. I was paralyzed with fear as my friend was now a rag doll to the Sunni soldier. I then quickly aimed my rifle up and began to fire, trying to keep the barrel steady under my shaky grip. The robot simply tossed my friend aside and bull rushed forth into me. With one swipe of his arm I was knocked away and dazed in the confusion of battle. My vision was blurry and my helmet had tumbled a few feet away from me. The mechanical menace was now advancing on me slowly, most likely enjoying the moments it made me suffer. Just then, a sonic boom filled the sky and the sounds of victory burst forth from the heavens themselves. A squadron of Arch-Angels swooped down and fired a barrage of Halo rockets upon the advancing Summi troops. The khazz looked over to watch the devastation and I took my chance. Drawing my side arm, I quickly put it to the exposed neck of the robot and fired as many times as I could. It bled sparks and coolant as the body fell backwards onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of red dust. The reinforcements had finally arrived, though it was too late for Johnson. He was now in shock and his body simply lay there twitching. His breaths were shallow and he was barely making a sound. I slowly walked up to him and he smiled with a small amount of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. I felt a thousand knives stab in the heart as his body then went limp and his eyes glazed over. I remember sobbing as I closed his eyes and gave him a prayer for luck in the afterlife. Droplets of rain then pitter pattered across the wasteland. It hadn’t rained in weeks every since the Sunni had began their attacks. The rain the turned to a downpour as the soldiers simply looked up. It had been a tragic day like all the other days, yet it just seemed gloomier with the rain beating down us. God was weeping for his children.
Most people think time is like a river that flows swift and sure in one direction. But I have seen the face of time, and I can tell you, they are wrong. Time is an ocean in a storm. You may wonder who I really am, and why I say this. Come, and I will tell you a tale like none you have ever heard. -The King of Persia |
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