The Machinists
22-08-2005, 04:49
*The Guardsmen carefully made their way through the abandoned city, it's earth-like architecture striking them as familiar. Shakar kicked a piece of rubble aside, goosebumps all over him. There was no sign of what caused the damage, yet the whole world, a massive planet-spanning metropolis was empty. He sat down next to a friend and stared into an empty building.*
"This is creeping me out..."
"I know, me too..."
"Hmm...Do you see a light ov-", his friend was cut off by a mechanical tentacle bursting through him, a loud screeching noise filling the air, several green pinpricks of light emanating from the shadows.
He instinctively snapped up his rifle and fired, the thing drew back, dragging his friend with it.
Shakar sprinted through the wreckage to warn his Sergeant, only to find similar results. The Alliance Exploration suddenly went wrong.
"Anybody, this is TCS patrol 8, something's attacking us!", he shouted before a monstrosity emerged from the shadows, it was a human-shaped metal skeleton, blades for fingers, and three green eyes staring at him.
"Human. You are violating your space. Why are you not in the farms. You must die", a cold metal screech sounded.
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"This is creeping me out..."
"I know, me too..."
"Hmm...Do you see a light ov-", his friend was cut off by a mechanical tentacle bursting through him, a loud screeching noise filling the air, several green pinpricks of light emanating from the shadows.
He instinctively snapped up his rifle and fired, the thing drew back, dragging his friend with it.
Shakar sprinted through the wreckage to warn his Sergeant, only to find similar results. The Alliance Exploration suddenly went wrong.
"Anybody, this is TCS patrol 8, something's attacking us!", he shouted before a monstrosity emerged from the shadows, it was a human-shaped metal skeleton, blades for fingers, and three green eyes staring at him.
"Human. You are violating your space. Why are you not in the farms. You must die", a cold metal screech sounded.
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