Azurus
Can't get enough of FH
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Ok boys and girls im writing a 1000 word story for my coursework. This is it so far i just need about 250 more words. Basically the fighting at the end of it, im not so good at action scenes so anyone got any suggestions of what could happen? Feel free to write up the last 250 words if you want, good suggestions will earn rep and free bumsex. Thx for any help in advance. :wub:
'The little light left in the day came shining through a forest canopy thinned out by an unusually cold autumn, casting a pale gold tinged light over the path ahead. This was always a dangerous time, too dark for full sight but still too light to don night vision, we would need to be especially careful. Up ahead Alex, our squad leader paused, startled by a sudden movement to oure left. Weapons raised, Alpha squad peered ahead into the dusk. After two minutes of tense silence, we continued. It was probably just a small animal. Probably.
Alpha squad were an elite unit. Hand picked from the regulars, we were some of the finest soldiers the Coalition had to offer, trained and enhanced in ways that might have been considered illegal in more civilised times. This war, started by the fools of yesterday would be 20 years old this December, 20 years during which mankind has been seemingly hell-bent on destroying itself. The exact cause of the conflict has been lost in the sands of time. The politics that brought civilisation to the brink of collapse, before plunging us all into Armageddon with enthusiasm remain to all but a few a complete mystery. The Coalition leaders censor all talk of it, after all what use is there in looking to the past, when what we have what they like to call ‘the last war’ to fight.
This war has been so much a part of life. My earliest memories, of swimming in the sea and playing football with my father, seem so far away, I was only 5 years old when the fragile peace fell apart, everything since has been death. Snapping back into focus my mind returned to the present, drifting off like that will get you killed John, I thought to myself.
Our objective tonight was to locate and destroy an observation unit belonging to the Free Alliance. We were located somewhere that by the old signs we have been passing was once called ‘Lyon’, the advanced communications post that we would soon be approaching was providing valuable recon to the soldiers of the alliance, it had to be taken care of. ‘Expect firm resistance’ we were told. Right. This type of operation had mortality rates close to 30%. Looking around the squad of ten men I wondered who’s names would be added to the long list of those who have given there life for this struggle.
‘Switch to night vision’ came crackling through the intercom. In staggered intervals, as per training each man in the squad snapped there goggles into place. The world around me suddenly turned a shade of green. Allowing a few short seconds for my eyes to adjust I resumed moving. The ridge that would provide the staging point for our operation loomed into sight. Our squad sniper, Tom Eagles took up position on the ridge.
‘Something is not right… The compound isn’t hear, there’s just a single dish, we must have the wrong location. Are you sure these are the co-ordinates’
‘Yes, this is where the transmissions were coming from, this is definitely it’ responded Alex.
His voice was cut off by Cortana, our information officer.
‘Be advised we have detected foreign heat signatures moving in on your location. Set up a defensive parameter immediately.’
‘Shit.’
Alex moved fast, barking out orders to the rest of the squad. Within 40 seconds we were in position. The achingly long silence that followed seemed to last forever. 3,5 and finally 10 minutes passed, my trigger finger poised the whole time, ready to unleash a volley of high velocity death at a moments notice.
The Darkness was suddenly shattered by noises that had been designed to both dissorentate and terrify the enemy. The sonic grenades landed all about us. This could only mean one thing. Templars. The Templars were hunters. They dealt in destroying other elite squads. It is said they are taken away from there family at a young age, much like the Spartans of old, and live and breathe combat until the day they are ready for action. They are the most terrifying of opponents. A lifetime of training suddenly seemed to fall away, as everything I was prepared for the battle ahead.
Luther and Max, our melee specialists melted away into the forest, there power claws capable of so much damage resting by their side, they would bring the fight to the enemy. Straining in the darkness I picked up a movement up ahead. This was it.'
'The little light left in the day came shining through a forest canopy thinned out by an unusually cold autumn, casting a pale gold tinged light over the path ahead. This was always a dangerous time, too dark for full sight but still too light to don night vision, we would need to be especially careful. Up ahead Alex, our squad leader paused, startled by a sudden movement to oure left. Weapons raised, Alpha squad peered ahead into the dusk. After two minutes of tense silence, we continued. It was probably just a small animal. Probably.
Alpha squad were an elite unit. Hand picked from the regulars, we were some of the finest soldiers the Coalition had to offer, trained and enhanced in ways that might have been considered illegal in more civilised times. This war, started by the fools of yesterday would be 20 years old this December, 20 years during which mankind has been seemingly hell-bent on destroying itself. The exact cause of the conflict has been lost in the sands of time. The politics that brought civilisation to the brink of collapse, before plunging us all into Armageddon with enthusiasm remain to all but a few a complete mystery. The Coalition leaders censor all talk of it, after all what use is there in looking to the past, when what we have what they like to call ‘the last war’ to fight.
This war has been so much a part of life. My earliest memories, of swimming in the sea and playing football with my father, seem so far away, I was only 5 years old when the fragile peace fell apart, everything since has been death. Snapping back into focus my mind returned to the present, drifting off like that will get you killed John, I thought to myself.
Our objective tonight was to locate and destroy an observation unit belonging to the Free Alliance. We were located somewhere that by the old signs we have been passing was once called ‘Lyon’, the advanced communications post that we would soon be approaching was providing valuable recon to the soldiers of the alliance, it had to be taken care of. ‘Expect firm resistance’ we were told. Right. This type of operation had mortality rates close to 30%. Looking around the squad of ten men I wondered who’s names would be added to the long list of those who have given there life for this struggle.
‘Switch to night vision’ came crackling through the intercom. In staggered intervals, as per training each man in the squad snapped there goggles into place. The world around me suddenly turned a shade of green. Allowing a few short seconds for my eyes to adjust I resumed moving. The ridge that would provide the staging point for our operation loomed into sight. Our squad sniper, Tom Eagles took up position on the ridge.
‘Something is not right… The compound isn’t hear, there’s just a single dish, we must have the wrong location. Are you sure these are the co-ordinates’
‘Yes, this is where the transmissions were coming from, this is definitely it’ responded Alex.
His voice was cut off by Cortana, our information officer.
‘Be advised we have detected foreign heat signatures moving in on your location. Set up a defensive parameter immediately.’
‘Shit.’
Alex moved fast, barking out orders to the rest of the squad. Within 40 seconds we were in position. The achingly long silence that followed seemed to last forever. 3,5 and finally 10 minutes passed, my trigger finger poised the whole time, ready to unleash a volley of high velocity death at a moments notice.
The Darkness was suddenly shattered by noises that had been designed to both dissorentate and terrify the enemy. The sonic grenades landed all about us. This could only mean one thing. Templars. The Templars were hunters. They dealt in destroying other elite squads. It is said they are taken away from there family at a young age, much like the Spartans of old, and live and breathe combat until the day they are ready for action. They are the most terrifying of opponents. A lifetime of training suddenly seemed to fall away, as everything I was prepared for the battle ahead.
Luther and Max, our melee specialists melted away into the forest, there power claws capable of so much damage resting by their side, they would bring the fight to the enemy. Straining in the darkness I picked up a movement up ahead. This was it.'
