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2004-09-21, 04:11 PM
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First Sergeant
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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". ---------------------------------------------- I will edit the rest in later, because the bell is about to ring. gotta pack my shit.
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2004-09-26, 01:34 AM
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First Sergeant
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Ross was ecstatic all day as he helped Paul bottle the contents of Tank Two. They would make a fortune off of this stuff. As they worked, they heard strange rumblings drifting down from overhead.
"Paul, go see what's going on." Ross said. Paul immediately scampered off. The rumbling increased as Ross continued to bottle the precious liquid. It was a good forty-five minutes before Paul came back. He was wide eyed, covered in blood, and exhibited symptoms of what looked like a mental condition from the 20th known as "shellshock". "Ross, get the hell up there and help us out!" he shouted. "What the fuck is going on, Paul?" "The garrison at the warpgate was just attacked. We're getting wounded in by the Galaxy-full!" "I'll be right up." "Hey, Ross? Bring that alcohol, too. We may need it. The scene that greeted Ross' eyes as he emerged from underground was one of complete chaos. The entire courtyard had been converted into a giant, open-aired infrimary. The screams of the wounded made the sight all the more hellish. A surgeon emerged from a tent that served as an OR. He stripped of his gloves and vomited right there. Priests were everywhere, hearing cofessions and administering last rights. Christianity was the only thing to survive the trip from Earth. Ross found the CO walking among the chaos. He looked much like Paul had, who had rushed off the the medic in charge of the impromtu hospital with the alcohol. He approached the CO tentatively. "Sir?" he began. "I'm ready for my orders."
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2004-12-06, 04:17 PM
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Sergeant Major
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Great story.. Just don't go back to school, do what I do.. Stay sick for 2 weeks and the day you get back to school, get suspended for 2 more weeks.. works like a charm
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