Short Story (Part 2)
Posted By: Jamie<halodevotee@hotmail.com>
Date: 16 August 2002, 1:28 pm
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They stand about 8ft tall and are almost worm like in their skin tone. The bones they have are frail and need bio-mechanical implants to give reinforced support, but what they lack in muscle, they more than make up for in sheer raw hormonal vigour. They have almost four times the amount of testosterone than in a fully developed adult male. This united with their colossal intellect creates a power which is capable of developing at unparalleled speed.
From what people know about the Andensum they are ranked according to the quantity of small horns around their pelvic quarter, as the number of horns increase so does the superiority of the Andensum.
There are many different skills an Andensum can gain but I seems only Andensum with six or more horns are allowed the privilege of having all thee skills.
The skills that have so far been employed by the Andensum are enhanced vision, strength, hearing, flying and a chameleon like camouflage.
It tends to be snipers will make use of vision, concealment and possibly hearing. The foot soldiers will mainly have strength and occasionally the capability to take to the air. As the marines escape pods jog and jitter through the seemingly endless orange sky the marines just sat and watched the previous pods landing. Behind them they can only see the wreck that was once a proud symbol of earths hope, the Legacy.
'Get up!' squawked Fitchit 'I won't have weakness in my squad, GET UP!'
'Your squad?' retorted Plachecki 'You need skill to be a leader in this situation'
'I will not tolerate your shit Plachecki' Fitchit bellowed
'Get fucked Fitchit'
Fitchit started to reach for his gun.
'This is the last time I'll tell you' demanded Fitchit 'Get back in line'
'NO'
Fitchit began to raise the gun, his trigger finger itching, as he started to pull the trigger Corden grabbed Fitchits' arm pushing it towards the floor.
The gun went off; the bullet lay in Fitchits' big toe.
'Corden you're a dead man!' Fitchit screamed in a maddening rage.
In the following seconds Corden planted his fist in Fitchits' stomach he took the gun and emptied the magazine.
'There has been too much death already' said Corden calmly 'It would be unwise to kill anymore before our battle begins'
Prao got up and said 'He's right we aren't gonna get very far if we keep butchering our own men, we're outnumbered and outgunned as it is, lets not make it worse'
Fitchit had no choice but to back down. Dobree started probing hysterically for the med kit in the interior the escape pod, he was unable to locate it, the force of the escape pod crashing to the ground must have strewn it somewhere. Fitchit demonstrated no signs of pain from the outside; he felt that as leader he ought to show no flaws so his troops would look up to him. Dobree ripped away his bandana to reveal curly blonde hair like that of a young girl; he immediately replaced it with his helmet. He then continued to tie the bandana around Fitchits' foot to stop the bleeding. He had carefully removed the bullet and he then presented it to Fitchit.
'Good news everybody!' announced Prao gleefully 'I've managed to fix up the radio'
'Good work' Fitchit replied condescendingly 'Well, start talking to people'
'I've been sending our co-ordinates since we crashed' grimaced Prao 'These radios only work over a kilometre distance, after that no-one can hear you'
'So you're saying we can't contact anyone and they can't find us until we get closer' Fitchit started furiously.
Corden intercepted Fitchits sniping 'There's nothing Prao can do about that, the best thing we can do is keep on the move.'
Plachecki began to collect together his weapons and armour 'Corden' right lets start moving'
'I say we head eastwards then' decided Fitchit
'Sounds good to me' replied Dobree
'It's gotta be westwards, when we were crashing I saw pods landing that way.
'Let's use our heads to work out the best direction' Corden interrupted.
'When I was listening for answers on the radio I was getting a kind of murmur towards the north' said Prao
'Well then it's settled we're northbound' agreed Corden
Plachecki was persuaded easily and so was Fitchit rather surprisingly, of course Dobree just followed on without uttering a word.
The marines began their journey into the vast blue tinted mountains.
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