SpectreCx9

Just wanted to say that I won’t be doing anything on here anymore.

I don’t have anything left for me here so I really don’t see the point of dragging myself on in this place.

Thanks anyways.

And no, this isn’t a heartfelt goodbye. This is just me trying to go out with as little of a bang as possible, because I don’t have the energy for that anymore anyways.

Tonight marks my 2nd year of being here on DA. I'd like to say I've met some awesome people between now and then and I'm fucking amazed what it's turned into. Thank you all. Good night.

So howdy everyone. Im kinda thinking about taking a short break from uploading (not like I uploaded that much at all anyways) because of some stuff with my parents came up (I think my dad is leaving and I don't think he's coming back) and I'm trying to focus on some stuff right now, so I'm just letting all the folks on DA know about stuff and things. So yeah.

I love you all for helping me out ~Spectre/Nick


(Don't worry. Unlike that old bastard, I may be gone a while but I'll be back soon)

There are some people who are getting too fake here on DA. They only want posts, comments, or to see how many friends they can get. So let's see who will actually re-post this. This is a test to see who's paying attention. This is a test to see how many people in my friend list actually pay attention. Copy and re-post in your own bulletin. Let's see who the true friends are... Re-post this if you are a friend... Don't reply... Just copy and paste this in a new journal as "Fake Friends"

Also, stop posting these useless cries for attention. You’re better than that. You can tell who your real friends are without telling them to jump on some dumbass bandwagon and repost something that was all over the f*cking internet.

"Ugh, son of a bitch," cried Mathers. "I've been waiting to actually get out there. Join the colonization effort. Kill some fuckin' savage aliens. But nooooo, I'm stuck here in the Sol system, babysitting fuckin' miners in the asteroid belt!" He continued his rant as he always does. There is ALWAYS one of these "I need more action" assholes in your platoon. Always. We've all gotten used to it.

"Mathers." Idoma said, and chuckled. "Maybe here in a few days we'll actually end up out there. And guess what? You'll probably the first to get yourself killed." Dead silence. "I suggest you get out of that mindset, because it will be the end of you."
"...yes sir!" He said without a studder. Mathers was a feisty guy, but wasn't really bad at all. Just eager.

The craft glided through the field. It's not what you'd expect, really. Instead of asteroids clustered together, they were all spread many many meters apart. We approached the largest, which had Suttnar station, which was the main base of mining operations in the belt. I was otally fascinated. The fact that our suits were both meant for warfare and space work clicked in my mind when I remembered that we weren't even inside a ship, but exposed to space in a magnetic field. Space travel and warfare. It really goes to show the nature of humanity.

"You good, 6?" 7, or Grave, said. I snapped out of my astonishment at the stars.

"O-oh! Yea. I'm really for anything." I replied. She giggled.

"Mhm. I bet." She rolled her eyes. "You've still gotta be careful out here. You know how many pirates are out here?"

"Yes, I got it, 7. Don't worry about me."

"I can't help it. You're always in your own little world and I have to make sure you can come back out of it."

The ship got caught in the light gravitational pull of the asteroid, and we stepped off.

We bounced about and basically floated for the most part. We didn't go all the way out because of a small amount of gravity, but nevertheless, we would drift pretty far off, so we used our boosters.

Idoma roared through our helmets. "Ok, boys and girls! You know what's REALLY going on??"

We all shook our heads.

"We don't know fuckin' shit about it other than its asteroid duty!" Shouted Mathers, in which Idoma just shook his head, not in the mood to bawl someone out.

"Suttnar station hasn't sent any transmissions, and has practically gone dark. We are taking a look at what's going on here."

"Investigation." I said. I had an idea of what might have been going on. "My guess is corporate warfare. We all know that UMC and OPtim are always at each other's throats for mining worlds."

Everybody sighed and cringed a bit. "I sure as hell hope not." Idoma said. "I don't want to have to instigate a few fuckin' corpies again after that last time. Fuckin' idiots..."

We floated along, and Mathers, number 10, shouted as he picked something up on his scanner.

"Down! Movement!"

Our camouflage sparked on and we hugged the ground. We all looked into our scopes.

"Distance?" Idoma asked.

"Few hundred meters." Mathers replied.

We all nodded and switched to sniper mode. The barrels on our STG-19x rifles slid out a bit, and our scope's zoom extended accordingly. We all aimed in the direction Mathers found the movement and waited. Slowly, we saw it. It was a mining bot.

"The hell...? They're still mining and didn't give a shit about comms?" Mathers said.

"Maybe they don't even know." Grave replied to him.

"Hold fire."

The little rover drove across the surface and boosted downwards when it started to float. Suddenly, it started sparking. A more humanoid shaped robot used its booster and seemed to be equipped with a concussive-electro-rifle. Anti-robotics weapon. The mining bot was fried. The other bot ripped it open and took out the crate containing the mining bot's ore load and started away before anyone saw. But we watched the whole thing.

"Hmm. Looks like OPtim is at it again." Mathers said.

"Like I said," I replied. "They're fighting each other in a proxy-style war with robots. And what we just witnessed was a sabotage."

Mathers asked. "What kind of charges would this carry?"

"Hmm." I thought for a second. "Vandalism and theft. Trespassing, too, as this is purchased UMC property." I sat and watched the bot float away. "What do we do about it?"

"I call for scrapping it." Idoma said. "It might lure the engi in charge of it out and we can arrest the guy." Military working in the police's shoes. When did that ever go wrong?

We all scoped it in, and when we got the signal, we all fired a shot which tore through the bot, sending it careening out.

Mathers shouted. "WOOHOO! YES! FINALLY! I got to shoot something!"

We all collectively rolled our eyes.

Rest assured, a man came out in a civilian/corporate grade spacesuit. We asked him questions and he tried to run away. Grave took the bot's concussive rifle and fired it at him, not doing any real damage but simply knocked him out. Far out. We had another platoon come and pick him up and we went to find out why the base went dark. Turns out, the relay dish they were using had been destroyed and they hadn't even noticed.

"Well, that settles that" I said as we headed back.

Idoma interrupted. "Yea, boys and girls, you got 3 days."

We all seemed puzzled. "For what?"

"Well in the next few days, we, my friends, are going to be joining into the colonial warfare effort." Mathers was obviously excited but was too much so to say anything.

"A crew got transferred back home after a recent battle with the Skurge. We are replacing them on their ship."

"Which one?" I asked, as everyone else stayed silent.

"The USS Thunderchild."

We all were speechless. I was the only one who could muster up anything.

"THE Thunderchild!?"

"Yes. Major Tom's pride. We'll be the one replacing his crew on that ship."

I had to ask. "Will we be fighting the Skurge?"

"Possibly somewhere along the line. We haven't gotten that far yet, though. For now, just relax."

Mathers said. "Pfft, I bet they're gonna send us after the Treem first. Fuckin' freaks, I tell ya."


And it turns out, he was right. Thanks a lot, Mathers.