But everything did not go according to plan for the Trojans. While hiding in the bomb, one of them detected a real bomb activate. All Trojans are presumed dead.
Midas watched the VidLog again from the point of the drop-off. “Are you alright, Natalia?” asked the Midas he was watching. “We’re fine.” said Archer, their tech, with a chuckle. “What’s our heading?” asked Kuno. “We are south-east of our objective.” replied archer. When they reached their objective point, Natalia said, “I’ve got a bad feeling about this…” “Then we’ll just have to be extra cautious.” said Midas. He opened a door. “After you.” said Kuno. “Ladies first!” said Archer with a shove. Their shields collided, making a crackling sound.
Shouda was making his patrol when he heard it. A crackle like when two shields come into contact with each other. He looked over the side of the wall he was patrolling. He saw four figures standing outside of a door. He instinctively opened fire on the intruders.
“Oh shit!” yelled Archer, as energy blasts flew just inches behind him. They all ran inside quickly. The four took a quick rest to look at their surroundings. A figure moved behind them. Midas saw it and turned, his sniper rifle pointing at a soldier’s face. “Whoa, whoa, save those shots for the bad guys.” the soldier said. “Name’s Sisco. Wow, Trojans. Four of ‘em. We got this fight in the bag, don’t we?” “I hope so. Is everything ready?” Midas asked. Sisco went on and talked about the mission schematics. “You all ready? Then let’s go.” said Midas. They went inside the fake bomb. “Ugh! It’s a little cramped in here!” said Natalia. “Sorry! Can’t help you there!” said Sisco. They ran off and the top of the bomb closed. An hour later, they heard the clanging of a staff on the wall and prepared to attack. “It’s over here!” a voice yelled. That was when they decide to strike. The door opened, and the Trojans came out, Midas hitting the closest Lions he can, Kuno punching and kicking the Lions near him, Natalia Throwing Lions away with telekinesis, and Archer blasting away with his assault rifle. When the fighting stopped, the four exhausted warriors saw that many aliens lay slain at their feet. “Sir! I just detected a large bomb was activated in our trap!” Archer said. “Can you disarm it?” asked Midas. “Maybe, but I need time. Call for evac either way.” replied Archer. “Right. Nat, Kuno, cover those doors.” ordered Midas. “I told you I had that feeling…” said Natalia. “This is Colonel Midas of the Trojan unit, calling for immediate evac!” “No can do, colonel.” said a voice, “We’ve engaged the enemy! You’ll have to wait!” “We can’t!” yelled Midas. “Hello, Midas.” said another voice over the radio. “This is Lieutenant General Paul Signion. We can’t let you or your unit leave alive. So sorry.” Midas turned off the com link. “Damn it.” said Midas. “Looks like we’re hoofin’ it, guys.” said Midas. “Okay, good news, bad news time.” said Archer. “What’s the bad news?” asked Kuno. “We had five minutes a second ago. Now we have two.” answered Archer. “The good news?” asked Midas. “We have two minutes.” said Archer. “How are we gonna get out of here now? asked Kuno.








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You know who I'd send to the moon? MY MOM!
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"My senses are about as sharp as the taste of your wife's cooking." I said "Comments like that will not get you invited to dinner...though it is true..."
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Remember to always appreciate your inner essence; the most celestial part of your being.
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"My senses are about as sharp as the taste of your wife's cooking." I said "Comments like that will not get you invited to dinner...though it is true..."
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"My senses are about as sharp as the taste of your wife's cooking." I said "Comments like that will not get you invited to dinner...though it is true..."
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"My senses are about as sharp as the taste of your wife's cooking." I said "Comments like that will not get you invited to dinner...though it is true..."
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Perhaps we could dismember the organic? It would make it easier for transport to the surface.
*Hey! You can't just rip me to pieces! I'll die!
Amendment: I did forget that.
Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized organic meatbags!