Re: The NOMAD Saga
Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 4:36 am
We'll be releasing background information on NOMAD in the form of short stories. Here's the first, written by yours truly. As more segments become available, it will elaborate and expand on the backstory of the campaign, and hopefully answer any questions you may have about the series as a whole.
Enjoy!
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Death would reel at this scene.
The aftermath of a Zerg infestation is never pretty. The viscous pink matter often called 'creep' tends to laminate every possible surface, concealing burrowed Zerg perfectly. Strewn over the creep were charred corpses of the late inhabitants fortunate enough to be in the blast radius of a ruptured gas line.
Corporal Rick Wells retracted his previous statement. Death wouldn't reel; he'd cry.
"Yep. Visual on the bodies, alright. We got some infestation scaling the walls and covering the floors, too." The comlink in his suit would proceed to buzz in his ear for a few moments before the signal came back. It was always patchy when you were within Zerg grounds.
"Stay sharp, men. We're in enemy territory now." Wells recalled his officer training. "Morale always dips whenever you mention 'enemy territory', especially when it belongs to aliens. You have to be stronger than their fear!"
Yeah, I'll try my best. His men took position on either side of him as they slowly made their way through the installation-turned-festering alien slimehole. "Remember our objectives; we have to find cell block Delta and retrieve the prisoner." Confirmation lights blinked on Wells' HUD and the squad moved forward. A loud noise of bone on steel made everyone snap to face their left flank. Damnit! Wells quickly motioned two of his squad ahead, the rest following at a distance.
The hazy fog created by the infestation blocked their vision in the confined hallways. "Sir, the fog is gonna mess with our equipment." Wells' second in command, Jeremy Budreaux, was always thinking tactfully. The officer was deeply appreciative of the reassurance now more than ever. "Roger. Keep coms to short-range, so we don't risk straining the things too much."
They exited the corridor, which fed out into a large, open landing. Wells' eyes fell almost immediately to the Zergling dragging away the corpse of a recently-deceased Terran.
Kill the Zerg!
Before he knew what he was doing, Rick Wells had lifted his rifle arm and aimed it at the xenomorph. Thoughts that didn't belong to him flooded his consciousness, making it impossible to think clearly or even register his gauss rifle going off.
The Zerg dropped to the ground, several sizeable holes in its carapace. The rifle arm lowered, and Wells could think again. Resoc. The thought churned in him like a stomach sickness.
Criminals who were turned to soldiers for the Terran Dominion were often resocced. The resocialisation left the subject's mind clouded with false thoughts that erased any memories they had beforehand.
Being an ex-Dominion marine himself, the resoc had been "undone" by the Rastarian neurologists, but evidently, some of it remained to haunt him.
He shook his head and barked out orders, as if trying to reassert his control over his own body. "Let's keep moving, gentlemen! We don't want to keep the rest of the Zerg waiting, do we?" Confirmation lights blinked on, and the squad moved forward, intent on their destination.
Enjoy!
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Death would reel at this scene.
The aftermath of a Zerg infestation is never pretty. The viscous pink matter often called 'creep' tends to laminate every possible surface, concealing burrowed Zerg perfectly. Strewn over the creep were charred corpses of the late inhabitants fortunate enough to be in the blast radius of a ruptured gas line.
Corporal Rick Wells retracted his previous statement. Death wouldn't reel; he'd cry.
"Yep. Visual on the bodies, alright. We got some infestation scaling the walls and covering the floors, too." The comlink in his suit would proceed to buzz in his ear for a few moments before the signal came back. It was always patchy when you were within Zerg grounds.
"Stay sharp, men. We're in enemy territory now." Wells recalled his officer training. "Morale always dips whenever you mention 'enemy territory', especially when it belongs to aliens. You have to be stronger than their fear!"
Yeah, I'll try my best. His men took position on either side of him as they slowly made their way through the installation-turned-festering alien slimehole. "Remember our objectives; we have to find cell block Delta and retrieve the prisoner." Confirmation lights blinked on Wells' HUD and the squad moved forward. A loud noise of bone on steel made everyone snap to face their left flank. Damnit! Wells quickly motioned two of his squad ahead, the rest following at a distance.
The hazy fog created by the infestation blocked their vision in the confined hallways. "Sir, the fog is gonna mess with our equipment." Wells' second in command, Jeremy Budreaux, was always thinking tactfully. The officer was deeply appreciative of the reassurance now more than ever. "Roger. Keep coms to short-range, so we don't risk straining the things too much."
They exited the corridor, which fed out into a large, open landing. Wells' eyes fell almost immediately to the Zergling dragging away the corpse of a recently-deceased Terran.
Kill the Zerg!
Before he knew what he was doing, Rick Wells had lifted his rifle arm and aimed it at the xenomorph. Thoughts that didn't belong to him flooded his consciousness, making it impossible to think clearly or even register his gauss rifle going off.
The Zerg dropped to the ground, several sizeable holes in its carapace. The rifle arm lowered, and Wells could think again. Resoc. The thought churned in him like a stomach sickness.
Criminals who were turned to soldiers for the Terran Dominion were often resocced. The resocialisation left the subject's mind clouded with false thoughts that erased any memories they had beforehand.
Being an ex-Dominion marine himself, the resoc had been "undone" by the Rastarian neurologists, but evidently, some of it remained to haunt him.
He shook his head and barked out orders, as if trying to reassert his control over his own body. "Let's keep moving, gentlemen! We don't want to keep the rest of the Zerg waiting, do we?" Confirmation lights blinked on, and the squad moved forward, intent on their destination.