|Corps to the Core: Part One
"Move! Move! Move!"
Fire. Screams. Confusion. Agony.
"Fire at Will! Fire at Will! Keep it frosty!"
Plasma castings. Melting walls. Screaming. Blood.
"Second Platoon, forty meters left, Section 4, Deck One! Third Platoon...FUCK!!..."
Lights. Fear. Slaughter. Failure. Deceit.
"We've lost three Platoons to these fuckers! Engage Ragnarok, or so help me, we're all fucked! Lieutenant, bring about Eighth. Seventh, take Hall 216. They don't get past this barrier!"
They bled. Sliced up like synthmeat. Only they bled.
Her body. Separated at the belly. Entrails spread out across the floor like an H.R. Giger painting. Bleeding. Gone.
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written by Kyle S