legions of the silver sheild

[master of the puppets]

Wraith obrital dropship over designated BashinVI/0480 hours


"altitude 15000 feet and dropping" called the pilot over the intercom "two minutes". david stood by the steel door, his combat helmet clutched at his head tightly, to tightly david decided he pushed his gloved fingers up under the rim and pressed a button. a small gas relase loosened the helmets grip. "One minute" called the pilot, with veteran fingers david did a quick com check and took inventory of his equipment. he took a small pump off the wall and loaded the feed into the manacle, a small light progressivly brightened at the base. a droplet of sweat dripped off of davids nose and into the open mechinization of his pistol, the pistol was of course unharmed so david closed up the chamber and slid it into its hip holster.

"30 seconds" the pilot yelled urgently, and he pushed a lever to his left. with a mettalic hiss the guards drew off the steel door. david swallowed and looked around the interior of the dropship/assault ship. it was a dull swamp green interior that the soldiers refered to as "marine blood green" a hearty jibe to the enthusiasum of the marines. he strapped the final weapon to his belt, a mettalic geometric handle which was extremely heavy.

"HIT IT" yelled david in a rough bark. quick to oblige the pilot slammed his palm to the large red button, its origional labal had been covered up and labeled 'The Flush'. as the button was slammed the very door itself ejected out like a cork. and david was blown out into the atmosphere, for a few moments he spun haphazardly into the hydrogen filled darkness. but as soon as he retained a small semblence of levelness he pushed his feet together and went into a sttep needle dive.

uh my parents are forcing me off the comp AGAIN...i'll try to finish this as soon as i can.