Post by Tay Mation on Jul 13, 2006 16:15:11 GMT -5
Lost Forever
Chapter 1: The Calm before the Storm
It had been about three days since the Task Force had returned to the large mobile camp of the rebels. They had been off fighting small forces of the queens, and seemed to be making good progress, as all the elite had retreated back to that monstrous tower the queen had erected when she had landed.
The night air was chilled, and even colder still as sheets of rain blasted across the polluted landscape. Clay huddled under a slab of cement leaning against a broken wall as the rest of the members of the Task Force all took cover under various debris strewn about the mangled city. All of which seemed to be glancing about nervously as they tried to scan the city around them for any possible threats. Of course, do to the heavy rain this was impossible... all save for one man.
A bolt of lightning lit up the night sky to reveal a tall dark silhouette standing on a broken building scanning the area. Toby was a tall grey wolf anthro, and his golden eyes seemed to glow with the after image of the lighting. He brushed the rain from his face and then jumped down landing next to Clay.
“Looks like we are lucky tonight, I don’t see any of them.”
He grinned at Clay then lifted his arm up as a signal to the rest of the group, then yelled to them over the pouring rain.
“Let’s get back! I don’t want to spend any more nights away from the camp if I can help it!”
Clay pulled his coat close then stepped out into the rain. Despite his coat, the rain drenched him the second he stepped out into it. With a sigh, Clay let his coat loosen. It wasn’t going to do any good tonight. Clay shouldered his gun underneath his coat to a more comfortable position.
“Any idea how far we are from the camp Toby?”
Clay had to repeat himself two more times before Toby actually heard him.
“About an hour’s walk more to go.” He Replied.
The rain was so bad that it made hearing very hard, and Toby probably would have been able to hear over it, if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was a little deaf. His hearing had been reduced to what humans would have called normal. He had lost it in a battle many years before, fighting, as he put it,
“One hell’u’va big Crotian War Beast of the planet Croson 6.”
But Clay had the feeling Toby liked to tell stories where things are more exciting then they really had been. He had even asked Lone once about the battle Toby had lost part of his hearing. Lone simply replied “There had been a Crotian War Beast once…And Toby and I were there… ” Clay still wondered what a Crotain War Beast was, but let it lie.
As the Platoon moved forward at a nice steady march Clay’s eyes began to wander to the sky. He often found himself doing this, and didn’t know why. He could almost feel like there was something still out there for him, but he knew this couldn’t be.
His family was all gone now, and it had taken him years to get over it, and by that time the Queen had already landed on Earth. Clay spent the first year with small groups hiding, but finally came in contact with the Resistance. He immediately joined with them, it being the most logical thing he could think of at the time.
It was about a month later he was assigned to the task force under Toby.
Toby was a great fighter, and a good leader. He seemed to care about his force, which, up until that time, Clay had always assumed that leaders in the army were rude and vicious in dealing with the troops below them. He was gladly mistaken. Not only was Toby a good leader, and a skilled tactician, He would love to tell stories of his “Master”. (As he always called him in the stories, Clay assumed for dramatic effect.) Toby once even told Clay that he could really relate to him, that Clay reminded him of his Master. It wasn’t till later that Clay actually learned who Toby’s Master really was.
It was a fairly warm day, and the tent flaps and doors were all open throughout the camp. Clay used his short free time to go on walks on these rare days. He glanced up at the reddish sky, and let out a small sigh. What he would give to see the sun once again. As Clay walked the small path, he stopped to talk to those he knew, greeted those he didn’t. As he approached Toby’s tent to say hi, he heard Toby, and Lone talking.
“Check Mate!” Toby was saying.
“Wow! Good Game, where did you learn to play like that?” Lone replyed.
“Tay taught it to me.”
“You’ll have to teach that to me.”
“Ah! The student becomes the master now.”
Clay froze in his tracks. He didn’t know why he hadn’t seen it before. He had known Tay had been part of the crew. He just never made the connection that Tay was Toby’s master. Clay was startled by this revelation, and taken aback, But since he could do nothing about it, decided to go on as if nothing had changed.
Since that day Clay didn’t really like to hear stories of Toby’s master to much, and usually went for walks when Toby started telling stories about him.
The Task Force reached the main camp about an hour later with nothing of to report. Once they had arrived Lone immediately landed next to Toby, and whispered in his ear. Toby nodded towards Lone, then gave the command for the Task Force to rest up, and relax for a while, they all had earned it. He then followed Lone to the command center. Clay took the time to check his equipment, and make sure it was all ready. He had the feeling that something big was about to be announced.
Chapter 1: The Calm before the Storm
It had been about three days since the Task Force had returned to the large mobile camp of the rebels. They had been off fighting small forces of the queens, and seemed to be making good progress, as all the elite had retreated back to that monstrous tower the queen had erected when she had landed.
The night air was chilled, and even colder still as sheets of rain blasted across the polluted landscape. Clay huddled under a slab of cement leaning against a broken wall as the rest of the members of the Task Force all took cover under various debris strewn about the mangled city. All of which seemed to be glancing about nervously as they tried to scan the city around them for any possible threats. Of course, do to the heavy rain this was impossible... all save for one man.
A bolt of lightning lit up the night sky to reveal a tall dark silhouette standing on a broken building scanning the area. Toby was a tall grey wolf anthro, and his golden eyes seemed to glow with the after image of the lighting. He brushed the rain from his face and then jumped down landing next to Clay.
“Looks like we are lucky tonight, I don’t see any of them.”
He grinned at Clay then lifted his arm up as a signal to the rest of the group, then yelled to them over the pouring rain.
“Let’s get back! I don’t want to spend any more nights away from the camp if I can help it!”
Clay pulled his coat close then stepped out into the rain. Despite his coat, the rain drenched him the second he stepped out into it. With a sigh, Clay let his coat loosen. It wasn’t going to do any good tonight. Clay shouldered his gun underneath his coat to a more comfortable position.
“Any idea how far we are from the camp Toby?”
Clay had to repeat himself two more times before Toby actually heard him.
“About an hour’s walk more to go.” He Replied.
The rain was so bad that it made hearing very hard, and Toby probably would have been able to hear over it, if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was a little deaf. His hearing had been reduced to what humans would have called normal. He had lost it in a battle many years before, fighting, as he put it,
“One hell’u’va big Crotian War Beast of the planet Croson 6.”
But Clay had the feeling Toby liked to tell stories where things are more exciting then they really had been. He had even asked Lone once about the battle Toby had lost part of his hearing. Lone simply replied “There had been a Crotian War Beast once…And Toby and I were there… ” Clay still wondered what a Crotain War Beast was, but let it lie.
As the Platoon moved forward at a nice steady march Clay’s eyes began to wander to the sky. He often found himself doing this, and didn’t know why. He could almost feel like there was something still out there for him, but he knew this couldn’t be.
His family was all gone now, and it had taken him years to get over it, and by that time the Queen had already landed on Earth. Clay spent the first year with small groups hiding, but finally came in contact with the Resistance. He immediately joined with them, it being the most logical thing he could think of at the time.
It was about a month later he was assigned to the task force under Toby.
Toby was a great fighter, and a good leader. He seemed to care about his force, which, up until that time, Clay had always assumed that leaders in the army were rude and vicious in dealing with the troops below them. He was gladly mistaken. Not only was Toby a good leader, and a skilled tactician, He would love to tell stories of his “Master”. (As he always called him in the stories, Clay assumed for dramatic effect.) Toby once even told Clay that he could really relate to him, that Clay reminded him of his Master. It wasn’t till later that Clay actually learned who Toby’s Master really was.
It was a fairly warm day, and the tent flaps and doors were all open throughout the camp. Clay used his short free time to go on walks on these rare days. He glanced up at the reddish sky, and let out a small sigh. What he would give to see the sun once again. As Clay walked the small path, he stopped to talk to those he knew, greeted those he didn’t. As he approached Toby’s tent to say hi, he heard Toby, and Lone talking.
“Check Mate!” Toby was saying.
“Wow! Good Game, where did you learn to play like that?” Lone replyed.
“Tay taught it to me.”
“You’ll have to teach that to me.”
“Ah! The student becomes the master now.”
Clay froze in his tracks. He didn’t know why he hadn’t seen it before. He had known Tay had been part of the crew. He just never made the connection that Tay was Toby’s master. Clay was startled by this revelation, and taken aback, But since he could do nothing about it, decided to go on as if nothing had changed.
Since that day Clay didn’t really like to hear stories of Toby’s master to much, and usually went for walks when Toby started telling stories about him.
The Task Force reached the main camp about an hour later with nothing of to report. Once they had arrived Lone immediately landed next to Toby, and whispered in his ear. Toby nodded towards Lone, then gave the command for the Task Force to rest up, and relax for a while, they all had earned it. He then followed Lone to the command center. Clay took the time to check his equipment, and make sure it was all ready. He had the feeling that something big was about to be announced.