Akilliam
28-11-2003, 05:40
A stark APC came to a screaching halt. Its squeaky treads gave it away. In the back were some ten men and women of assorted ages - and criminal backgrounds. Most, however, were Communists. The door of the APC swung open and a pair of Legionaires issued each man and woman a plastic - indeed, almost child like gun. It was growing light outside and there was a thin layer of orange skirting across the horizon, caked between the dark sphere and the bleak earth.
"Ten to one's the odds," one of the soldiers said with a chuckle. He pointed towards the east. "There's a company of Imperial Marines out there, waiting to send you to the after-life. I suggest you get going."
The group of ten looked at the soldier, bewildered and scared. His companion left off a few rounds into the air and the prey scattered. Meanwhile,
The company of Imperial Marines marched ever onward towards the supposed location of the targets. They knew this was a test; more than a test, it was a show of will. If they had the iron in them, they would make the kill. If not, they would be bumped back down to mud troopers in the Army. In every man's mind loomed the question, Can I kill?
The chance arose all to quickly. As the sun looked over the horizon to survey its day of holdings, it washed everything in a mystical orange glow. The Imperial Marines were refreshed by this, having spent all night marching. There would be no break, however, for the question still loomed. Can I kill?
Yes.
The first target emerged from behind a large briar patch. The methodical stomping of the Imperial Marines likely spooked the frail old woman from her hiding place. Six men opened fire on her, four hitting the mark. The body collapsed where it was, the life quickly extinguished from the body. "Am I evil?" One Imperial Marine asked aloud.
"Yes I am!" Echoed the song's refrain in the back of his mind.
"Ten to one's the odds," one of the soldiers said with a chuckle. He pointed towards the east. "There's a company of Imperial Marines out there, waiting to send you to the after-life. I suggest you get going."
The group of ten looked at the soldier, bewildered and scared. His companion left off a few rounds into the air and the prey scattered. Meanwhile,
The company of Imperial Marines marched ever onward towards the supposed location of the targets. They knew this was a test; more than a test, it was a show of will. If they had the iron in them, they would make the kill. If not, they would be bumped back down to mud troopers in the Army. In every man's mind loomed the question, Can I kill?
The chance arose all to quickly. As the sun looked over the horizon to survey its day of holdings, it washed everything in a mystical orange glow. The Imperial Marines were refreshed by this, having spent all night marching. There would be no break, however, for the question still loomed. Can I kill?
Yes.
The first target emerged from behind a large briar patch. The methodical stomping of the Imperial Marines likely spooked the frail old woman from her hiding place. Six men opened fire on her, four hitting the mark. The body collapsed where it was, the life quickly extinguished from the body. "Am I evil?" One Imperial Marine asked aloud.
"Yes I am!" Echoed the song's refrain in the back of his mind.