Work in Progress

[Terran Sniper]

Okay, I promised a new fan fic, so here it is. Please note that all names have been changed from their original form. It has been formatted to fit this screen. Also, this might come pretty slow, as I am in Keyboarding class right now


Chapter One (Un, uno, einz, what have you)


The heat hit Ross like a wave as he entered the basement. He checked the thermometer on his HUD before removing his helmet.

"Christ, it's 134 degrees in here," he grumbled.

He descended the stairs and observed his operation. He had six spare Galaxy tanks, each with six butane burners underneath. Each setup was burning at full throttle. He ascended a scaffold to get a better view. The heat was worse up here, so Ross removed his armor and set it on a shelf.

"is that you, Rosie?" a voice asked from down below.

"First, don't call me 'rosie', Paul," Ross responded. "And second, you know I'm the only other person in the world with the passcodes to that door. So, yes, it's me."

"Okay. Just bringin the good news from Tank Two."

"Show me," Ross said as Paul climbed up the scaffold.

Paul produced a small glass vial from his pocket. He reached over to hand it to Ross, but dropped it with a grin.

"oops"

Ross reached down to pick it up. "you stupid little sh-" He stopped short as he glanced at the vial. It was filled with a clear liquid. It was absolutely calm-no bubbles, despite the drop. "Oh, my."

Ross picked it up and slammed it against his palm. Again, no bubbles. "Oh hell, yes!" he shouted as he realized what he was holding.

"I figured you'd say that, so brought a bottle."

We didt it, thought Ross. The first batch of pure alcohol in 700 years!

Ross had always been facinated with the ancient times. Two world wars, an economic crash, it was his perfect world. So, he researched, and read about something known as "white lightning" back when it was popular. A drink that made one's vision blur, speech slur, and impeded movement. He decided he would want to try it. Then he read that it hadn't been created for centuries. I'll have to fix that, he had thought to himself.

And so he had enlisted the help of Paul, a friend since they were in the Academy together. Paul had always shared his interests in the 20th century. They were now trying to reproduce an old boardgame known as "dungeons & dragons".


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I will edit the rest in later, because the bell is about to ring. gotta pack my shit.