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Invasion night - Maya Rasmussen
« on: December 26, 2007, 04:57:26 AM »
He had picked her up in front of 3/11’s officer housing, it was a long drive for him from Camp Pendleton to Twenty-nine Palms considering they were heading back to San Diego, but he had insisted. She had liberty for the rest of the holidays and intended to spend it with him while he wasn’t on duty, they had planned for a Christmas in Aspen for some snowboarding and to keep warm cuddled in front of a fire but Nick had been unable to take liberty this year. He glanced at her, his eyes smiling but mouth frowning at her attire; she was still in her brown and green dress uniform, “bravos” as they were called. Having grown up in a military boarding school, then Annapolis, and the Marines, she never felt comfortable out in public when not in uniform. She smiled back at his frown, “Drive you fool.” They had met during their first year at Annapolis, she had just graduated from the Admiral Farragut Academy where she had attended since the age of four, he had come from mid west Iowa, a farm boy with delusions of grandeur he had described himself. She had never met another man like him, kind, sincere, honest, and not afraid to express his feelings, the first look into his deep blue eyes and she was lost, hopelessly in love.

She knew why he had insisted on picking her up, his beautifully restored 1967 Camaro SS had always gotten her a bit excited, something to with the deep rumbling sound and vibrations of its powerful engine, he must have plans for her birthday she thought with a wicked smile. She had teased him about selling the Camaro for something more economical from time to time, given the energy crisis, but he knew she didn’t mean it. “So what’s the plan for tonight,” she probed testing his response. “That’s classified Ma’am, need to know only, and right now, you just don’t need to know,” he said with a straight face. She knew he wouldn’t tell her, keeping secrets was his job, and he knew the anticipation would drive her wild, he was playing all the right cards tonight and she was thoroughly enjoying it. Night was falling as they started down the winding road leading out of the high desert, semi secluded in its own natural fortifications with almost thirty miles of sharp turns and dead drops along the path in and out. Locked in quiet conversation they didn’t even notice the odd meteor storm over Palm Springs as they exited the canyon road. Nick took the back roads on their way to San Diego, this time of year the highways would have an inordinate amount of traffic that he’d rather avoid, and the long dark empty roads allowed him to open up the throttle on the Camaro and appreciate its affect on Maya.

The anticipation was growing, he was all about delayed gratification, it must be a farm boy thing she thought, something about letting the crops ripen before the harvest, he knew just the right buttons to push and would leave her on simmer, waiting to collect when she was ready, it was one of his traits she loved best about him. She cuddled up against him and enjoyed the gentle vibrations of the engine and wheels on pavement, and listened to the sound of his heartbeat.

A near deafening sound rushed above them, waking her out of her nap just quick enough to watch the tail end of a pair of Marine F-18 Hornets streak past, they both looked at each other, knowing that the attack formation and speed at which they were moving betrayed any chance it was other than just that, an attack. A pair of Sidewinders dropped from each jet's outer wing pylons and streaked into the darkness; both jets banking in opposite directions to reform and begin another attack run. The missiles apparently hit their mark in the distance as a large object was lit up with explosions and started to slowly plummet to the earth.

Nick stopped the car and they both got out to look observe the sky, before they could only see the flames of two jets, now they struggled to count the number deployed, lines drawn in the night by streaking missiles, tracer rounds, and some sort of strange orange projectiles. Urgently Nick said, “Maya, get in the car.” Transfixed on the lightshow above she didn’t hear his request. “Maya, get in the car,” he yelled waking her from her trance. She complied and quickly they are back on the road again, the monster engine propelling the Camaro now full bore racing down the road towards San Diego, this time she only felt impending dread as the situation settled in on her.

The battle in the skies was starting to die down, and from the number of jets she watched shot down Maya could tell it wasn’t going well, she watched in horror as one of the pilots was gunned down while parachuting to safety. For the first time she got a better glimpse of the attacking ship, it definitely wasn’t from any country she knew of, the design was dark and alien. The Camaro continued to race through the night occasionally dodging flaming wreckage in their path. As they neared Camp Pendleton they started to pass vehicles on the road going the other direction, an ever growing eerie orange light emanating from their destination. Nick was forced to slow down as the oncoming traffic thickened and more times than not taking up both lanes as cars raced by. They quickly realized that the orange glow was Pendleton on fire, the amount of firepower needed to cause that amount of real estate to burn was immense, there would be no point in continuing, the base was destroyed. “My parents,” Maya tearfully said looking Nick dead in the eyes, “We have to go find my parents.” Without hesitation Nick found a route south dodging other vehicles and debris and following her general directions.

She hadn’t talked to either of her parents in over a year; relations with her mother were always strained and then broken entirely when she caught her mother committing adultery. Her father she adored, he had been a very loving father, when he was there, the navy had kept him at sea for most of her life and had spend her youth Florida at boarding school, she rarely got the chance to see him more than once a year. Maya had devoted her life to gaining his attention, performing well in academics, sports, and leadership, thanks in large part of the excellent Naval Academy she attended, on paper she was the quintessential trooper, intelligent, athletic, the ability to lead, understanding tactics and strategies and being able to affect them on the field. She had even graduated from the academy early with honors and was accepted into Annapolis, something she thought her father would definitely notice, but the attention did not manifest as she had hoped. That’s when she met Nick, she was instantly enamored by his good nature and mid-west charm, and a perfect gentleman, and they had met when she was 16 and never once tried to take advantage. She had also fallen in love with his ideal and affection for the Marines. Despite the lack of attention the only time she ever rebelled against her father was the day she signed her commission into the USMC, shortly after which her father stopped taking her calls.

As they passed through the outskirts of San Diego they could see that large portions of the city were dark, others were on fire, she couldn’t imagine any conventional force causing this much destruction in the little amount of time. As they approached her parents neighborhood Nick stopped the car, “Maybe we better proceed on foot, stay in the dark, no telling what’s out there.” Maya nodded at the sound idea as they quietly stepped from the vehicle and slowly closed the doors, hand in hand they walked, both trembling from the level of destruction around them. Silently they continued their path through the shadows, stepping carefully through debris littered yards. She squeezed his hand and pointed to a particular house two doors down, it looked intact at least. He headed in that direction and she closely followed, careful to make as little sound as possible and thanking her training for allowing that. They reached the front door and found it smashed in, fear rising in her belly and a lump growing in her throat they crossed the threshold slowly searching for any signs of her parents. Clearing the first floor they inch up the stairs to the second floor landing, Nick had taken a leg off a smashed chair and now wielded it like a bat ready for anything.

Nick slowly pushed open the master bedroom door and scanned the room; he noticed human sized lumps on the bed and cautiously moved forward. Pulling the duvet back revealed one of the lumps to be a dark haired woman, Maya began to tear up, she could see the dead look in her mothers eyes, they were dead, both of them. She crumpled to the floor with her head in her hands uncontrollably sobbing. “Maya,” Nick said crouching down next to her, “Maya, I don’t think this is your father.” Stunned she pulled herself up to take a look, “****ing bitch,” was all she could say as she began a tearful laugh relieved that her father wasn’t dead, at least, not that she knew. Nick held her without complaint for what almost seemed like eternity, with compassion she had not known before meeting him.

Dreams of orange light and dead relatives haunted her dreams; she woke up with a start, almost sitting straight up in bed, her bed, at her parent’s house. It had all just been a dream she thought, the room was still the same as the day she left, models of navy warships, tanks, jet fighters, okay she thought, so I was a bit strange for a girl. She looked down at her “bravos” and images of the night before flooded her mind, almost panicking she began calling out for Nick. “Down here Maya,” she heard his voice from downstairs and quickly joined him. He had cleaned the kitchen up a bit and was attempting to tinker with the coffee pot and a few battery packs, he looked up at her and smiled, “I was trying to make us some coffee, no power, and this is really more your forte, would you mind?” He looked like he’d been up most of the night; down to his tight white t-shirt and jeans covered in dirt she gave him a puzzled look. “I gathered some items together we’ll need, food and such, doesn’t look like your mother kept much that we could take with us though,” he froze as he realized he mentioned her mother, “I’m sorry Maya.” “Its ok Nick, I’ll grieve when we are safe, let me get something made for breakfast,” she replied Smiling at her resolve he stood up and gave her a gentle kiss, “I’m going to make a quick sweep of the area, maybe I can find some real weapons.”

She looked at the coffee pot, the heating element was made to work on ac power, not something you could rig a couple of batteries so easily, she smiled at Nick’s innocence when it came to electronics. The stove on the other hand was gas and after locating a box of matches she had coffee brewing in her mother’s old stove pot and canned soup simmering, doing her best to keep her emotions bottled. Nick rejoined her, dirtier and sweater than before and very thankful for a hot cup of coffee and a bowl of soup, “I wasn’t able to find any guns, did your father keep any,” he asked. Maya shook her head, “Not that I know of, daddy always had his service pistol with him but since he’s not here,” she let the words trail off. Nick finished his soup and motioned for Maya to join him outside, she followed him to the garden, where he had dug it up and apparently buried her mother, “I hope you don’t mind, I took the liberty of giving her a burial.” The gesture completely disarmed her, at a time like this when he should be worrying about his own parents instead of hers he took the time and effort to bury her mother, she broke down, crying more at the gesture than the death of her mother at that point, and as if reading her mind he held her there, letting her cry it out in complete silence.

They made their way back to his car, a pristine star in the middle of a city of destruction it sat there as if waiting at a starting line to dash out and win the race, its sleek lines giving solace in a broken world. In the morning sky above they could see floating objects, ships, alien to this world and the realization that this wasn’t just an attack by another earth nation sat heavily on their shoulders. “We need weapons, and supplies,” he looked at Maya. Pushing back her emotions she told him where they could find everything they need as they got in his car, it sprang to life as he cranked the engine, “ready to race,” she thought.

They collected the supplies they needed, shotguns and pistols, an AR-15 and a Remington rifle, not military grade, but they’d have to do. They hadn’t seen a soul yet, everyone must have evacuated, or died. “There’s a military safe house about 40 miles from here, we should make for that,” he spoke, she looked at him as if to ask how he knew, “Military Intelligence Ma’am,” he responded to her gaze as if reading her mind yet again. “They’ll have radios, water, and enough MREs to last a lifetime,” he blanched at the thought, “we better get moving.” Back in the Camaro they managed about five miles before the debris, trash, and demolished vehicles became too thick. With reluctance they left the familiar safety of the vehicle and began to walk eastward. By nightfall they had only managed to make it 20 miles, trying to keep cover had cost them a lot of time but was preferable to having been spotted. The December night grew cold even in southern California, they huddled together in the back of a van, taking comfort in each other they made silent love before succumbing to fatigue.

A strange shrieking sound in the distance woke her with a start; Nick was already awake and peering out the windows. They could hear voices in the distance, inhuman voices, in a language they couldn’t understand, Nick motioned that they should move out and she nodded in agreement. Silently they made their way through the tangle of vehicles, from one to the next keeping cover and hidden. With a shriek over head they watched stunned as what can only be described as a ship stopped nearby; red light began to form under it as something inhuman began to take shape, something looking straight at her. Without waiting for the thing to give the, “live long and prosper” hand signal that might identify it as the friendly peace loving aliens pictured in many utopian sci-fi movies, Nick pulled his 9mm and put a bullet center mass cracking its armor and causing it to collapse. Maya followed suit with suppression fire from the AR-15, not quite the M-16 but it would have to do, while she kept the remaining aliens ducking for cover Nick swung round to flank them, pulling a 30/30 of his shoulder he put rounds in two that were taking cover from Maya’s fire. The last one standing in a desperate attempt to kill something caught a round from Maya and went down.

They approached cautiously, curious to see what they were but unsure if they were actually dead, for good measure Nick put a round in each head before they inspected the dead bodies, definitely not human, insectoid of some time, and they smelled horrible. Nick and Maya didn’t bother to stick around to find out what they were with the looming threat of more drop ships. With fear put back in them they managed the last 20 miles without stopping, and reached the safe house by dawn, it looking anything but safe, just another manufactured home in a sea of developments; they made their way inside and laid on the carpet completely exhausted. The destruction here was noticeable, but not as bad as the city, they commented, the people here must have been evacavcuated. In the distance the familiar streaking sound could be heard, “They must have followed us here,” Nick grimly stated as he rushed through a trap door located in the kitchen pantry. “I’m going to activate the beacon, hopefully we’ll get an answer,” he did not have to say what would happen if they didn’t. In the basement they found a cache of M-16s, a small collection of grenades, they rearmed themselves and headed back up to take positions.

They could see an alien detachment heading towards them at the far end of the street; they began opening fire on the cheaply made home, Nick and Maya having found a position upstairs with a good field of vision and returned fire. The aliens it seemed didn’t take in mind much about cover or tactics, just endless waves of assault as they continued to fall to the Marine’s weapons. The first wave lasted 15 minutes; the marines gathered and retrieved more ammo from the basement, returning as the secodn wave began. The aliens pressed forth, attempting to find there way into the house, but despite its unimpressiveness as a safe house it was chosen well with clean fields of fire in most directions. From the basement they heard the radio squawk, Nick motioned for Maya to go answer it and she dashed down the stairs, “Safe house delta this is AFS HQ come in,” AFS what the **** was that she thought to herself, “HQ this is safe house delta, we are under heavy fire, requesting evac.” “Roger delta, EVAC ETA 20 minutes,” they replied. She dropped the receiver and headed back up, “20 minutes,” she said gravely to Nick, doubting they’d make it that long. The aliens continued to advance, seemingly not to notice their losses. The assault continued with renewed vigor as more drop ships deposited their alien troops, the amount of energy fire now hitting the upper half of the house was beginning to whittle away, forcing them to move downstairs into the living room to continue the defense.

The aliens pressed hard and before long they were in the yard of the damaged home, Nick and Maya had run out of ammo for the M-16s moments earlier and were forced to retreat into inner rooms and await the enemy from inside. Taking positions in a long hallway they grimly looked at each other knowing that this was the last stand, if the reinforcements didn’t arrive soon it meant certain death. They could hear the aliens now, their voices glutteral and otherworldly, yet familiar in cadence of the attack, one of them was definitely directing the others. The first creature rounded on the end of the hallway and barked a surprised sound as Nick’s shotgun caught it squarely on the body spraying what must be their blood all over the walls, others alerted to their presence, moved the hallway as Nick and Maya unloaded their weapons as fast as they could. They retreated down the hallway unloading clip after clip, the shotgun now empty and only pistols left. “I’m out,” Maya yelled as they continued to retreat to the last room. She entered the master bed room and pressed her back up against the wall waiting for Nick to do the same, he was still firing his weapon, but the amount of return fire was increasing, his luck would soon run out. She reached through the doorway and pulled him to her and slammed the door after tossing the last two grenades, “Fire in the hole,” she yelled as she pushed Nick to the far side of the room and took cover from the blast.

The familiar sound of helicopters could be heard in the distance bringing the deep feeling of false security to both of them. Reinforcements would be here in mere moments but yet, it wasn’t going to be soon enough, they could hear orders yelled down the hallway as they took cover in the walk in closet, any further retreat cut off as they could see the aliens approaching the windows. For the last time they looked at each other, in silence their eyes telling each other more than words ever could, he kissed her gently and passionately as if it was their final kiss. Before she could react, he closed the closet door on her and secured it with a chair, screaming at him and pounded on the door in a sudden panic to no avail.

For what seemed like eternity she sat, crumped in darkness, her world coming down around her, only able to listen to the gunfire in the other room. Silence broke for short amount of time until the distinct sound of MP-5 sub-machine guns. She pounded on the door and after a few minutes the chair was removed and the door opened, a soldier dressed in a strange uniform stood before her, “Ma’am, the enemy has been eliminated, it is safe to leave.“ Ignoring him she pushed passed searching for Nick, up the hallway she found him being tended to by a medic. Nick,” she cried, “No Nick no.” She looked at the medic who only managed to shake his head at her. She knelt down to him and placed her head on his chest. With a strained breath Nick cupped her chin in his hand bringing it up to his face and wheezed, “I love you,” his last breath escaping.

Something was tugged at her, she could hear voices but couldn’t make them out, she shook her arm loose and turned back to Nick holding him close, unable to let go. Soldiers passed by unnoticed as her world centered on Nick’s vacant eyes, she could hear gunfire and yelling but did not understand any of it. An explosion rocked her from her position and her ears began ringing. “Ma’am,” the soldier’s voice pierced through the white noise, “Ma’am,” we have to go, now, more Bane ships are incoming.” “Not without him,” she yelled back. “He’s dead Ma’am, leave him,” the soldier callously returned. With a fire in her eyes she had never summoned before she yelled back, “I’m a Marine soldier, we never leave a fallen Marine behind,” fearful of her reaction the soldier gave in and helped her gather her dead lover and load them on the helicopter.

Unable to cry anymore she sat next to Nick’s body watching as the helicopter took flight, watching the destruction below, destruction that spread for miles in every direction, in her heart she realized Earth was losing. With fire still in her eyes and a new determination she took one of Nick’s dog tags from his chain, added it to her own chain, and held it to her lips, making a promise to herself.
"Laws are silent in time of war." Cicero 106 - 43 BC
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Re: Invasion night - Maya Rasmussen
« Reply #1 on: December 26, 2007, 10:55:20 PM »
more! more! more! more! :D


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Awsomely written. write a book and i'll be first in line to get it.
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Re: Invasion night - Maya Rasmussen
« Reply #2 on: December 27, 2007, 01:00:50 AM »
nice, yes, :)
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Re: Invasion night - Maya Rasmussen
« Reply #3 on: December 27, 2007, 02:11:13 AM »
That was my latest and greatest, I have a few others but I don't think they are quite as good.. I'll post them though.
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