《Defiance: Lost Light {DEFIANCE BOOK I}》Act III-Chapter XIII through XV
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Chapter-XIII
January 2nd-1:36pm
"Thank you all for this emergency meeting." General Greek said as he stood before a mass amount of marines, spec ops, and Templars.
"Now as you all know, the colony of Venus has become overrun with a new form of hybrids, as well a new...bug-like enemy. Now seeing as we have no idea what these hostiles are, we have to our allies, the Klaxians for information on this new enemy type."
As he said this, he pushed a button on a hologram projector. When he did this, a Klaxian official popped up from the projection. He had shiny white armor, and he spoke in a deep tone, and he was adept at the English language.
"Greetings humans." He said as he gave a slight bow. "As your general said, you have been facing new enemies. We would send forces to help, but we are currently occupied in stopping a civil war from erupting." He turned around to activate a computer console for a moment.
"Now these creatures are not normal hybrids, they are a reanimated form caused by these life forms."
He brought up a picture of the bug-like creatures.
"Now these creatures are an ancient life form from hundreds of years ago called the Galarians. These creatures must have been hiding on Venus in secrecy all this time."
The general looked surprised as the Klaxian general said these words.
"Thank you for your help." General Greek said as he switched the hologram off.
"There you have it." Then general said. "Any questions?"
"What about the colony on Venus?" Christopher asked the general.
"We don't exactly know yet." The general said. "Other generals are suggesting we glass it."
"G-glass it...?" Nathan said. "As in, destroy it?" He finished nervously.
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Chapter-XIV
January 2nd-2:11pm
After the meeting, Chris approached general Greek with a question.
"General Greek." Chris started. "I have a team member still somewhere on Venus."
"I'm sorry to hear that son." The general said coldly.
"But general, with all due respect, I-"
The general interrupted Chris's question.
"Son, look. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Venus has been overrun the Galarians. Your teammate is most likely dead."
Chris stated at the floor.
"It's hard, but accept it." General Greek said. "Now, I have an assignment for your team Captain Christopher." The general continued as he handed Chris a yellow file folder.
"Yes general." He said with a sigh.
"Russia has something big planned. We don't know what, but they've been shooting down our satellites so we don't have any view on what they're doing." We want you to infiltrate the small Russian base on that map. And gather any useful intel that you can find."
"We'll get it done general." Christopher said as he went to brief his remaining sugar in the mission ahead.
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Chapter-XV
January 2nd-4:00pm
As Chris and his team were on the edge of Russian airspace when Chris began to give them his speech that he gave before every combat mission.
"Okay team. Let do this for Stephanie!" Chris said, hoping to inspire his team.
Nathan and Trinity gave Christopher a slight look of hope, even though they were still mourning the loss of their teammate.
"This is the drop zone commander." Nathan said as he prepared his parachute for launch.
Then, in unison, Christopher, Trinity, and Nathan all jumped out of their dropship and plummeted toward the earth below them.
Not a moment too late, all three of them opened their parachutes to break their deadly fall. As they hit the ground, the had their weapons out and trained in all directions.
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As they trekked through the somewhat dry desert, they came to an open clearing. Suddenly, Trinity noticed something.
"Commander, we have hostiles." She said, looking through her sniper rifles'a scope.
"Get down." Chris ordered, ducking down. "Trinity, how many so we have?"
"Seven." She said, still looking through her rifle scope. "Two on the roof, the rest are scattered around the front of the base. Some are escorting a black box."
"So how are we gonna tackle this?" Nathan asked Chris.
"I can stay back and snipe while you two go and clear them out." Trinity suggested.
"Go idea. Lets go." Chris said.
As Chris and Nathan ran down to the base and took cover behind two pillars, they waited for Trinity to get into position.
"On three." Chris said as he counted with his hands.
When he reached three , he tossed a flash bang out from cover and Nathan followed Chris' lead.
Soon, the desert was in a haze of billet smoke, screams if dying soldiers, and blood. As Chris and Nathan finished the Russians off on the ground, Trinity fired on the Russians on the roof. As the two soldiers hit the ground, dead, Trinity met Chris and Nathan in the field.
"Well, what do we have here?" Nathan said, pointing to the black box.
"Let's see." Chris said, opening the box.
"What the hell..." Trinity said.
Before them, in the box was the body of a Galarian.
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T/C:
*PLEASE READ*
So I finished act 3...I uploaded it already, but somehow, it got deleted. So I had to redo it.
But what did you think? Good? Bad?
What are the Russians planning?
Why do they have Galarian corpses?
We'll find find this out soon enough
Until the next part...
-ProCrow.
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