This is technically sci-fi as it has pew-pew and spaceships, but I don't consider if sci-fi at all. I think it's more about the war than the pew-pew. Anyway, is this any interesting?
The mechs were closing in. Jessica McIntyre tried her best to dodge the shrapnel as it flew past her, but every now and then one hit the dirt just inches from her. She felt the hot air around her left ear as one passed too close, and she really wished she hadn’t lost her helmet. Fortunately the mechs chasing her weren’t designed to kill infantry, but they were all the more devastating against stationary targets like building, and even large vehicles that were easy to hit could be taken down in short time. That was probably the only reason why she was still alive. Unlike the small Minion mechs that usually followed them, the Overlords weren’t equipped with weaponry to hit small, moving targets. Oh, sure, the crew were armed with pistols and grenades, and she knew most mechs had at least a few rifles ready if needed. But it was hard to aim with a rifle from this range, and especially as the mechs ran at full speed after her. Their main weapons were large flak-cannons, a big cannon in front that took a long time to calibrate and re-load. It could take up to fifteen seconds to reload after each shot, and at least thirty seconds to aim from far left to the far right. Way too long to hit a small, moving target like her. Not that they needed it, though. The flak-cannon only needed to hit somewhere near her, and the explosion would take care of the rest. Shrapnel flew everywhere when the blast hit, and it was pure luck she hadn’t got hit more than she already had.
“Jess, over here!” Chloe Martins yelled from somewhere, and Jessica quickly looked around. A blast hit the ground too close to her, and she felt the blast knock her off her feet. Shrapnel buried itself in her leg and thigh, and she clinched her teeth in pain.
“Got… to… get… up…” she said to herself, and pushed with all her might. She made it up to a kneeling position, but no more. Her body refused to move.
“Jess, move!” she heard someone yell from somewhere, but she was too tired to care. The blood running down her body from several wounds made her feel dizzy from blood loss, and she leaned forward on her hands and knees. She started coughing, then threw up.
“Move, dammit!” someone yelled in her ear, and she registered strong hands taking hold of her shoulders and dragging her up to her feet.
“Tha… thanks,” she told Chloe, and felt she got a bit strength back.
“You can thank me when we get out of here!” Chloe said angrily and started dragging her towards a foxhole. Jessica did her best to follow, but her feet threatened to give in. Another large blast hit close to them, and Chloe quickly tried to cover Jessica with her own body. Her armor took care of most of it, but Jessica could tell some of it had gotten through.
“Down!” Chloe pushed Jessica towards the foxhole, and Jessica fell head first down the hole. She heard more than she felt her right arm break, but she was too tired to care. If they somehow survived this, she was going to take Chloe out and paint the town red and spend more money than she could afford in a year all on one night. If they survived… Another blast hit the ground above her, and Chloe came almost literally flying into the hole just as it caved in.
“Guess we’re staying,” Chloe sighed. They were safe for now, at least. If you could count being stuck underground in unknown tunnels behind enemy lines with no weapons and badly injured as safe.
[FONT="]Soldiers of the Galaxy[/FONT]
The mechs were closing in. Jessica McIntyre tried her best to dodge the shrapnel as it flew past her, but every now and then one hit the dirt just inches from her. She felt the hot air around her left ear as one passed too close, and she really wished she hadn’t lost her helmet. Fortunately the mechs chasing her weren’t designed to kill infantry, but they were all the more devastating against stationary targets like building, and even large vehicles that were easy to hit could be taken down in short time. That was probably the only reason why she was still alive. Unlike the small Minion mechs that usually followed them, the Overlords weren’t equipped with weaponry to hit small, moving targets. Oh, sure, the crew were armed with pistols and grenades, and she knew most mechs had at least a few rifles ready if needed. But it was hard to aim with a rifle from this range, and especially as the mechs ran at full speed after her. Their main weapons were large flak-cannons, a big cannon in front that took a long time to calibrate and re-load. It could take up to fifteen seconds to reload after each shot, and at least thirty seconds to aim from far left to the far right. Way too long to hit a small, moving target like her. Not that they needed it, though. The flak-cannon only needed to hit somewhere near her, and the explosion would take care of the rest. Shrapnel flew everywhere when the blast hit, and it was pure luck she hadn’t got hit more than she already had.
“Jess, over here!” Chloe Martins yelled from somewhere, and Jessica quickly looked around. A blast hit the ground too close to her, and she felt the blast knock her off her feet. Shrapnel buried itself in her leg and thigh, and she clinched her teeth in pain.
“Got… to… get… up…” she said to herself, and pushed with all her might. She made it up to a kneeling position, but no more. Her body refused to move.
“Jess, move!” she heard someone yell from somewhere, but she was too tired to care. The blood running down her body from several wounds made her feel dizzy from blood loss, and she leaned forward on her hands and knees. She started coughing, then threw up.
“Move, dammit!” someone yelled in her ear, and she registered strong hands taking hold of her shoulders and dragging her up to her feet.
“Tha… thanks,” she told Chloe, and felt she got a bit strength back.
“You can thank me when we get out of here!” Chloe said angrily and started dragging her towards a foxhole. Jessica did her best to follow, but her feet threatened to give in. Another large blast hit close to them, and Chloe quickly tried to cover Jessica with her own body. Her armor took care of most of it, but Jessica could tell some of it had gotten through.
“Down!” Chloe pushed Jessica towards the foxhole, and Jessica fell head first down the hole. She heard more than she felt her right arm break, but she was too tired to care. If they somehow survived this, she was going to take Chloe out and paint the town red and spend more money than she could afford in a year all on one night. If they survived… Another blast hit the ground above her, and Chloe came almost literally flying into the hole just as it caved in.
“Guess we’re staying,” Chloe sighed. They were safe for now, at least. If you could count being stuck underground in unknown tunnels behind enemy lines with no weapons and badly injured as safe.
