Novelization of Campaigns

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Novelization of Campaigns

Postby Corporal Hicks » Wed Jul 12, 2017 4:16 am

For those not on kakao, I have begun novelizing the Draconis Major Campaign. It's slow and difficult work, but it is turning out very nicely. If anyone is interested i can send it.

I have decided to start each campaign with a slight variation of the following paragraph:

This is an account of the marines of the “Easy Eights” and the “Devil Dogs,” and their actions during the Draconis Major Campaign, from November 31st to December 2nd, 2080 AD. The account was compiled and edited by retired Marine Corporal Eric Roberts. It was compiled from written and verbal accounts by the marines who were there, from memory, and with some assistance from official military records. This account was highly classified until December 2nd, 2095 AD, when it became available to the public.
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3rd Div. 2nd Reg. 1st Co. 8th Plt.
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Re: Novelization of Campaigns

Postby Nick » Sat Aug 05, 2017 7:52 am

Post an excerpt if you want.

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Re: Novelization of Campaigns

Postby Corporal Hicks » Sat Aug 05, 2017 8:10 am

I have completed the Draconis Major Campaign at 29 pages. I have begun working on Exigo, and I'm up to 9 pages. Here is an excerpt from Draconis Major:

At this point it was up to the Sergeants to decide the direction the Marines were going to take. With the 9th undermanned, the decision was for them to make their way back up the northwest tunnel and map out the complex burrows there. The Eights would drop down to the lower tunnel sections and map out as much of the location as possible.
From out of the bowels of the tunnel that led down into the depths of the earth, the smell of cordite and blood were mixed in the stale wind that coursed through the tunnels. It is in here that Lance Corporal Khan had encountered the Grow as it charged him from the depths, and it was into these depths that the men and women of the Easy Eights were being asked to descend.
Tarik Khan had taken what ammo he could from Green's equipment so he was a little slower than usual. He didn't think much of the guy, but he had taken a shell casing from the bathroom and hung it with his dog tags. He kept it as a reminder how crazy this world can make you. Khan knew what had driven Green nuts, it was the bugs. Not only were there giant bugs that ate people, but little ones everywhere, crawling and biting. It was enough to drive anyone insane, he thought. Hopefully his new good luck charm would keep him sane and alive.
He raised his hand and moved it in a circular motion signaling for his squad to move up to his position. “Alright team, this is where we encountered the bugs the first time. I want you men on your God damn toes, and for fucks sake stay quiet. We barely picked them up on the motion tracker last time.” He rolled the shell casing from Green around his fingertips and thought of his fallen comrade.
Khan decided to report his previous experience in this tunnel over the platoon’s frequency so that everyone would hear. “I was charged by a Grow. The thing wouldn't stop even after I emptied my smartgun into it. Then it came crashing down on me; it was only a few moments before they came. My guess is they were after the Grow and ran into us.” He looked at his cigarette for a few moments. It was his fifth in so many minutes. If he didn’t get killed, he would soon die of something, he thought.
Khan looked down at his dog tags and realized that he was going to die, not of old age, nor some disease. He wasn't coming back from this mission. He looked around at the others wondering if they had the same thoughts. Some were so nervous they barely keep their rifles steady. Others, like Khan, played it cool. The vets were the worst of all of them, jumpy as Hell.
Interrupting his thoughts, they came across the corpse of the Grow that Tarik Khan had killed on the previous incursion. First Squad must have already passed it.
“Grow?” asked Sergeant Bojan simply.
“Yeah. It's kinda like a cow and a buffalo, only, well...” Tarik trailed off. He kicked the immense corpse of the 1500-pound creature that laid still oozing blood and stinking up the entire tunnel.
The easy eights worked their way down in the tunnel, it was pitch black down here and the only lights were their shoulder-lamps. The white arches shone on the black rock that glistened and glittered. The incline grew steeper and the air grew humid. The gurgling and sprinkling of water could be heard, the sound bouncing between the walls. Small particles of water started to appear in the shafts of their powerful lights. Angie Hawkins watched her motion tracker but it showed nothing. Toc. Toc. Toc. Everyone tensely listened to the eerie sound. The trackers were their lifeline, their one chance to spot an ambush before it was too late.
Unfortunately, the tracker only caught movement. The Marines of First Squad passed beneath the alien that laid curled up a few meters above them. It was nearly invisible as it blended in with the dark, moist rock. Distracted by the small stream of water they never heard the scratching sound of the creature as it uncurled itself. Then it pounced.
Private Angie Hawkins, the pretty, blonde medic, was slammed to the ground face first. With a spine-chilling crack, her head smacked the ground and bounced up again, the helmet saving her life. The rest of First Squad spun around and saw it only feet away.
Tarik Khan was leading his Squad, and Hawkins was not far ahead of him. “Hostile sighted!” he shouted, “Second Squad, hit the wall and take cover!” He knew First squad would have a better shot, all he could hope was that his men wouldn't get caught in the crossfire. As his shoulder crashed against the moist bulkhead, he took a knee and threw the nearest rock with hopes of distracting the beast. “Hey, shit-head!” he yelled. The rock missed by a hair’s breadth, but distracted it for a second.
“Help!” cried the pinned Hawkins. The three men of First Squad had to control their trigger fingers, having heard stories of the creatures’ corrosive blood.
Before anyone else could react, Jonsson waded in. He pulled out a concealed machete and swung at the creature’s head. The blade glanced off without a scratch. Roberts was close behind him, and attempted to body-slam the creature off Hawkins. Neither marine was successful but to distract its attention from the prey underneath it. It slammed Erik Jonsson against the wall with its whip-like tail and left Hawkins to kill him.
Tarik Khan saw his chance, and took it. “Hit the deck!” he screamed, hoping First Squad would hear him and get out of the way. Khan looked back at Dugan, who had already set up the shot with his pistol and screamed “Now!” Dugan opened fire with his VP-70 pistol, the loud shots echoing painfully in the confined space. Khan quickly brought up his older model M4A3 pistol and fired three rounds.
When Khan screamed ‘Hit the deck,’ Roberts had dropped his heavy smartgun. The gun was attached to his combat rigging at the waist, and he allowed its massive weight to pull him down face first. It was more effective then he’d hoped; his face slammed into the hard ground. His green cap bounced off and he felt his nose crunch. He could feel Lance Corporal Chappell dive down next to him, and then the loud gunfire seemed to shake the earth beneath him. Twisting around, he drew his own VP-70 and fired several rounds up into the creature, only feet away.
The creature was struck multiple times and jagged holes were punched in its black armor. With a shriek, it turned its tail and ran down in the tunnel. Bullets chased it, some of them bouncing of the wall, screaming like mad bees. Small puddles of white-yellow milky fluid had spilled on the floor and started to eat into the rock while wisps of fume rose above them. A faint hissing could be heard. The marines quickly scanned the area but didn't detect any more threats.
Dugan Simovic was the first one to reach Hawkins, and he put out his hand to help her up. “You guys okay?”
“I’m okay,” said Hawkins unconvincingly. She was shaking and looked a little scuffed up. Jonsson sheathed his blade and picked up his pulse rifle, looking a little dazed but no more. Roberts’ nose appeared to be broken, but he was toughing it out well enough.
“Well, that was about the dumbest thing I’ve ever done,” chuckled Private Jonsson.
“Thank you,” said Hawkins simply, looking around at the idiots who had just saved her life.
Sergeant Bojan had been watching the rear, but now he spoke. “Everyone stay sharp, we can't let this happen again. I want everyone looking at everything as we go along. Same formation,” he said. “Also, is everyone alright?”
“All clear up here, Sarge,” replied Chappell. “Okay, let’s go people. They ain’t paying us by the hour. Roberts, take point again.”
“Maybe we should radio the other platoon,” said Dugan, “They might have heard the shots.”
Tarik nodded. He switched his comms unit to 9th Platoon’s channel and radioed an old friend “Jonesy, this is Khan. We ran into a Hostile, it escaped so watch your back. What's your status?”
The radio crackled back with the voice of Jones, “We’re just shooting at ghosts here. We are moving onward.”
“Roger that Jonesy.” Khan watched as Roberts from First Squad fumbled with some flashlights, taping them onto the barrel of his smartgun. He looked like an old-time strobe light. Tarik shook his head and took another drag off his smoke. ‘We’re gonna die,’ he thought to himself. Looking at Dugan, he said, “Well at least we know who they'll spot first.”
Dugan grinned, “Better him then me.”
The marines began to leave M95 marking flares every so often, is case they needed to find their way back in a hurry. The red glow illuminated the path behind them as the marched forward and downward. Khan started to have doubts about the agenda of the Marine Corps, sending grown men to die in some hole that could easily be cleared out with a tactical nuke. Tarik wasn't the brightest soldier, but he could tell there was more to this than just extermination duty. He grabbed his vid-link that showed everything he saw and read his vital signs. He knew they could see it back in the APC. For a moment, he wondered if the General was watching from some secure ship in orbit. If they were paying attention, they might be able to tell that he had something other than nicotine in his system. He sighed deeply as he crushed the cigarette out on his forearm.
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3rd Div. 2nd Reg. 1st Co. 8th Plt.

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