a lot more detail now. The large hexagonal, dimly lit pad had railings
on the edges. A white walkway stood vertically waiting for the shuttle
to land. Armed men covered the area. There was a large outpost station
beside the pad. That was where the walkway led. What looked like all
of the resistance fighters there gathered and cheered for they knew the
conclusion was near. Derek, however was not so sure about that.
Out in the open space a red flash suddenly appeared. This was
immediately followed by a loud boom and the shuttle being rocked.
Derek knew that he wasn’t that lucky. Carter sat up straight. “What
the hell was that?” A support soldier peered out the miniscule window
and said “We got USOC. Lots of them” Derek replied “Fuck! So now
they attack us?!”
The Australian spoke up “Well I’ll be damned If we let those moon
hogging bastards ruin our fuckin’ victory lap. There’s EVA suits under
your seats. The helmets are above. And the guns… there everywhere.
Most of them are energy weapons for space use. Bullets or even Gauss
just won’t quite cut it.” He whipped out an assault rifle and started
putting on the suit. “You guys better follow suit” They did.
Derek pulled out and looked at his EVA suit. It was white, covered with
straps, pockets and utilities he was never going to use. It looked like
something from the 1960s but with a sleeker, slimmer design and a
tighter helmet. Replacing the soft curves were semi flexible plates and
shapes.
Carter said as he was preparing his suit “Of course they chose to attack
now. All of our men are gathered at the landing pad and we have
nowhere to run. Those bastards knew about this all along. Well I’m not
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