User:DrodoEmpire/Short Stories

The name is fairly self-explanatory. This is where I'll post short-stories a write when I am bored. Enjoy.

The Invasion of Teral
''This a short story idea I thought about for all of two seconds and it isn't quite done. I know I used the Spartians in this without permission, but its non-canon and if Spartian wants to see it deleted then I will honour his demand.''

"DEATH OR GLORY!"

That was the only response Captain Ferique received before he felt the ship shake like it was in the midst of a great storm.

"Get those damn batteries online! Come on!" He hollered back to his security officer over the din. While it would appear that the captain's own ship is superior; These invaders struck quickly, and in numbers.

Several seconds after the command, the batteries where online and manned; Bright greens and yellows whipped out and licked the hulls of the unknown threat, it took but several shots to destroy each ship but they came in droves. This battle quickly turned in the favour of his enemy. The Captain stumbled over to his command chair and slid his hand over a button;

"This is Captain Ferique to all ships, retreat to planet or evacuate in escape pods! I repeat, retreat to planet or evacuate in escape-"

He was ripped to the floor as a great roar echoed through the ship; They hit something important. The Captain limped back into a sitting position and reached for a button for the comms again. However, that was when he felt something warm on, or around, his leg;

"Hm?"

He looked down; It didn't quite hit him at first, but after a second or perhaps two he realised;

He was missing a leg.

A split second after he made the realization, he fell limp. He was now unconscious, and bleeding out.

Planetfall
It was all down to the militia now.

The second news reached HQ that the invaders, now idenified as "Spartians", had broken through the flotilla, the militia dropped there spades and hopped into the newly-built trenches; manning there machine guns and grabbing hold of there old rifles. The militia where far from professional soldiers. While all, by virtue of being outer-world inhabitants and leading lives of hard work, where fit, many didn't have formal training, and not all where recruiting age either. As a result they where uncertain and more then just a bit anxious.

"Steady! Steady." Tura, Beta Division's officer, ordered. She looked down to see her soldiers loading there rather ancient-looking rifles and fixing everything to themselves in anticipation for the assault. She looked up to see the foggy, barren field of barbed wire and landmines; It looked like a scene from an old war movie. Cracks and booms filled the air as ships, presumbably the enemy's, entered the atmosphere and landed many miles away, all the while under fire from several Anti-Air guns.

"Steady..." She said again, though this time it was as if it was more to calm her own nerves then those of her men.