A/N: In an effort to cure my writers block, I have decided to write a thing. Every day I will...
War Stories From A Robot (Stream Of Consciousness Writing)
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A/N: In an effort to cure my writers block, I have decided to write a thing. Every day I will work on this for exactly twenty minutes, and at the end of those twenty minutes, whatever I have written gets posted once I complete the paragraph. Quality is not guaranteed.
As the explosions shook the ground, I dived behind cover, calling out "Sarge! The Relat have a fusion lance position at the top of that hill!"
My immediate superior joining me behind the sturdy earthworks of lunar regolith replied "You think I wasn't aware of that!? I've already called for some artillery fire, then we go up and clear them out."
I replied with a simple nod, the linear electric motors in my neck arcing from damage sustained as I did so, before replying "Affirmative."
Soon, the barrage of artillery shells crashed into the Lance's position, and the Sargeant called out "We're charging NOW! GO! GO! GO!"
I obliged, leaping forwards in the low lunar gravity and flinging myself through the vacuum up the hill towards the pillbox. Automatic weapons fire rang out as the rest of my platoon took heavy fire, but soon I was through the gauntlet, cresting the hill and opening fire on the guards near the bunker's entrance with my rail-carbine.
One of my squadmates threw a grenade then, a burst of thermite propelled outwards by a small explosive charge clinging to the guards and melting through their hulls. The Sargeant called out "CTH-6791, you're on door duty!"
That's my cue, then. Marching forwards, I grabbed the small plasma cutter I had as an emergency weapon, and began cutting through the bulkhead door to the inside of the bunker.
Surprisingly, there was a burst of pressure as the bunker was popped open, and I asked no-one in particular "Why on Luna would a structure like this be pressurized?"
The sargeant simply shook his head, before saying "Alright, let's clear this place out!" and we entered the bunker, encountering resistance almost immediately in the form of a machine gun set up on the other end of the large airlock, the structure's defenders opening fire on us as we entered.
A bullet punched through my chest plating, but it didn't hit any critical systems. Regardless, I ducked behind the doorframe, and threw a fragmentation grenade. The vibration from the explosion could be felt through the ground as I advanced, weapon at the ready in case the defenders survived.
Approaching the place where the grenade had gone off, I could clearly see that neither of the two defenders were in good condition. Entirely aside from being slumped over on the floor, there was plenty of visible damage. Visors had been cracked and perforated, their casings weren't doing much better... and I could see rivulets of reddish fluid leaking out that were rapidly boiling away in the vacuum of the lunar surface.
As I saw this, I called out to our squad's medic GR-9029 "Hey! Are there supposed to be humans here? Because I think these were humans."
As the explosions shook the ground, I dived behind cover, calling out "Sarge! The Relat have a fusion lance position at the top of that hill!"
My immediate superior joining me behind the sturdy earthworks of lunar regolith replied "You think I wasn't aware of that!? I've already called for some artillery fire, then we go up and clear them out."
I replied with a simple nod, the linear electric motors in my neck arcing from damage sustained as I did so, before replying "Affirmative."
Soon, the barrage of artillery shells crashed into the Lance's position, and the Sargeant called out "We're charging NOW! GO! GO! GO!"
I obliged, leaping forwards in the low lunar gravity and flinging myself through the vacuum up the hill towards the pillbox. Automatic weapons fire rang out as the rest of my platoon took heavy fire, but soon I was through the gauntlet, cresting the hill and opening fire on the guards near the bunker's entrance with my rail-carbine.
One of my squadmates threw a grenade then, a burst of thermite propelled outwards by a small explosive charge clinging to the guards and melting through their hulls. The Sargeant called out "CTH-6791, you're on door duty!"
That's my cue, then. Marching forwards, I grabbed the small plasma cutter I had as an emergency weapon, and began cutting through the bulkhead door to the inside of the bunker.
Surprisingly, there was a burst of pressure as the bunker was popped open, and I asked no-one in particular "Why on Luna would a structure like this be pressurized?"
The sargeant simply shook his head, before saying "Alright, let's clear this place out!" and we entered the bunker, encountering resistance almost immediately in the form of a machine gun set up on the other end of the large airlock, the structure's defenders opening fire on us as we entered.
A bullet punched through my chest plating, but it didn't hit any critical systems. Regardless, I ducked behind the doorframe, and threw a fragmentation grenade. The vibration from the explosion could be felt through the ground as I advanced, weapon at the ready in case the defenders survived.
Approaching the place where the grenade had gone off, I could clearly see that neither of the two defenders were in good condition. Entirely aside from being slumped over on the floor, there was plenty of visible damage. Visors had been cracked and perforated, their casings weren't doing much better... and I could see rivulets of reddish fluid leaking out that were rapidly boiling away in the vacuum of the lunar surface.
As I saw this, I called out to our squad's medic GR-9029 "Hey! Are there supposed to be humans here? Because I think these were humans."