Chapter 4 – Conflict

Up to now: Bunny and Co. landed on the newly discovered planet Calypso. Bunny was assigned to team delta to protect supply routes to a nearby camp.

Sun. Slight breeze blowing on my face. Walking through tall grass. Just me and seven other guys taking a walk on a surface unknown to man. Even then, nobody spoke for a few minutes, and then I decided to break the ice.
“How’s the tight guards Hans?” I asked him. I was thinking I should have gotten a pair for myself, since they looked kind of cool. “They are good” He said with a slight German accent. “But it rides up in the groan area.” We all laughed. “Can’t say this chest armor is quite comfortable myself.” Soon all four of us were talking about stuff we left behind…home, family, friends, jobs, and the like. Hans ended up leaving his two kids who went to college at Harvard. Sean and Jared who were brothers came for the adventure when they both dropped from college themselves and left home for the army. Although they were considered troublemakers in their town, they were better off now that they were on their own. Crossed a river, put the cargo on the other side then took off everything except our boxers and splashed around for a bit. All they said was to get the cargo to the container by nightfall…they didn’t say when it had to be there before that. Unfortunately, the team’s radio buzzed in. “You got the supplies to your location yet?” Jared took the radio in his hands. Paused for a second, then said “Not yet sir”.
“Then get your $#@! ass moving! Everyone else is on route back!” Yelled the CO. Wow, we were late. So we quickly got our gear back on and ran with the suppliers to the camp. Just about that time I turned on my electronic pinpoint monitor.
“Wasn’t the camp supposed to send out a signal indicating where it is?” I said. “Bring it here” Hans said. He tinkered around with it; hit it with his hands, but still no signal. “Neh, we can find it without this junk.” Sean bellowed after many attempts to trying to fix it. So we continued about hundred footsteps to the northeast when I spotted something around the horizon. Putting my hand up to signal to the others to halt, we went closer to see what it was. Sure enough, we found our first mob. About the size of a dog, gray skin, and one ugly beastie bursting with green goop.
“Hey Hans, isn’t that what they called a snablesnot?” I whispered to him.
“Ya. Tis an ugly little porker.” He looked at me.
“Yeah. Looks like my great aunt Jackie.” We all laughed. “Target practice, anyone?” We left the four guys with the supplies behind a few feet incase it got bad.
“Head shots guys. Don’t want this thing to know what hit it. Nor do I want to touch that green crap. Fire at will.”
Within seconds the poor thing was nothing but a pile of bits. As we passed it Hans stared at it and pumped another round into it.
“Can never be too sure…”
We finally made way to the camp. Place was deserted. “Hey guys, looks like the receiver tower got knocked down. The container looked like it also suffered some damage. “Secure the parameter while I fix it.” I said. “And remind me to tell Thunder we need a new tin can.”
“A new what?” Sean asked. “A new container, newbie.” I laughed. “Somebody didn’t study the terms.” Sean cursed, and then went on patrol.
Was getting dark, sun was finally setting and the wind was picking up. Seemed the tower was taken out by something other than wind…it had a huge dent in it. Like somebody punched it or something. Finally repaired it, then I figured while I was at it I’d check the sensors on the defense turrets. Things were huge, like four stories high. I’d always wanted one as a younger person, wanted to take it apart and configure it to a hand held with the same power. Almost worked too, until it took out the kitchen wall...mom wasn’t pleased about that. As I chuckled to myself I was about halfway though the diagnostic when Jared yelled out in distress. I looked up to see our culprit: An eight foot, bulky piece of something that had huge fist and was coming straight for us. Our weapons were useless against the thing, the cells just seemed to bounce off it, and it was still seconds away from the turret to be reactivated.
“Come on, come on…stupid piece of crap” I yelled. The beast was about to take out Hans…I put the rifle on my shoulder; silently said a quick prayer and aimed…


Chapter 5 – Friends in high places

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Author’s Note

Thanks all who read and comment on my stories! I encourage everyone to post comments and tell other PE fans to read this.
While this is planning to be a continuing storyline, I will need fresh names. Therefore I’m picking about 5 people who wouldn’t mind having their names/professions being part of the story. Just post a comment with your in game name, what you do in PE (i.e. hunter, miner, tailor, etc), and what you want to see in the story. If more than 5 people submit entries, 5 will be picked randomly and the results will be posted in the next chapter.