Story [Issue 6] Smoky XT Chronicles: Attack

[Tommy60 406]

Smoky XT Chronicles:Attack

I can see that the enemy’s attention is solely based on my glossier, brighter companion and hero, Milan. He does not move. I do not move. The enemy does not advance; it stays in a fixed point in the air. Its weapon continues to grow more luminous, proportional to the whir of the firing mechanism. In an instant, I find the noise stopping and my turret firing at the front right portion of the enemy’s chassis, knocking his shot awry. What in Dev’s named did I just do?! Did I just involuntarily save my friend’s life? Releasing the thought immediately, I return to the current moment. Preceded by a deafening explosion, I turn around, and am greeted by the sight of at least fifty flattened trees, all in a straight row. “Run!” whispered Milan. “Get to that cave that we saw on the edge of river yesterday. I’ll be following, at a distance.” I have learned better than to question him, and I follow his orders.

The enemy instantaneously responds to my retreat, sending two of its number to pursue, and presumably, terminate me. I have seen the path ahead, and commit it to memory. My current task is to fend off the attackers, while subconsciously making my way back to a temporary place of refuge. One of my offenders seems to be equipped with a weapon similar to the <freeze gun> of my world. The other sports an elongated, sinister looking weapon. Before I fire my first shot, he disappears into the foliage of the forest around me, leaving only the Freezer to finish me. Assuming that his weapon is most effective at close ranges, like his simpler counterparts, I decide it best to attack him form afar. I begin to fire dead-center into his body. The shots strike the target dead on, but seem to have little effect. He gains on me as a roll over a large, grey boulder. Again, I seem to lose control of my motions, and quickly drive backwards, hugging the base of the boulder. The enemy, who has lost sight of me, glides over the rock, and continues onward, aiming to go through a gap between two trees. I find my turret taking aim at my ex-pursuer, and firing. It makes contact with the extreme left part of his rear chassis, knocking him off course, and crashing into the tree. His death is boded by a magnificent explosion of orange and red, and a shrill screech of metal twisting and turning against other metals. Astonished with my recent actions, I find myself in complete control of all bodily movements again. What just happened to me, again? I seriously doubt that it was instinct; not twice. Turning around to consult Milan, I now realize that he is most probably still in battle. The sound of of his weapon firing in the distance gives me hope that he will live to fight another day.

I hustle through the floral residents of the forest, rolling over and break logs like twigs and through bushes like they do not exist. I crash headlong into trees, downing them with a deafening 'THUD'. I emerge from a cluster of large leaves, to find myself in a newly made clearing in the forest. Bullets, nanobots, and war in general can do that to any place. Milan is to my left, at the edge of the clearing. It looks like he is using the trees and shrubbery for cover from his many flying foes. I guess I should help even the odds. I repeatedly fire over and over again at whichever alien comes closest to my companion's position. After a time that seems like an eternity, a chunk of flying metal goes whizzing through the air, off of its owner. I take aim for the newly exposed weakness, and fire. Milan apparently took note of the opening as well; he fires at the same spot and time that I do. The attacker explodes into a fiery, airborne inferno, which engulfs two of its comrades. They too catch fire, hit the ground at awkward positions, and explode. Their companions do not seem to care, as they continue their attack. Milan uses his veteran knowledge of battle to anticipate the foreigners' plan of attack, and counters it with one of his own. He weaves in and out between trees, taking cover and firing at every opportunity. I decide that it would be in my best interest to find some cover of my own, and attack from afar, rather than being close to the assailants, where my small hull's vulnerability could be taken advantage of. I position myself between two trees on the edge of the clearing, and continue firing my shells.

Despite their seemingly advanced weapons technologies, these flying tanks are horrible strategists. Their sole battle tactic is to take quick lunges at their target individually, with no cover fire from the collective behind them. Also, they seem to take no notice of me, their secondary opponent. They are, more or less, concentrating their attack on Milan alone. I ponder that as Milan and I turn our enemies into flaming heaps of metal. As the last one fragments into multiple flying pieces of shrapnel, I quickly drive over to my comrade.

"Why," I began.

"Why were they such terrible fighters?" he finished my sentence. "Because that's all they were--fighter drones. We were lucky that we only ran into a patrol of them; there were no strategists with them."

"How d-," I begin to inquire.

"Can I tell the difference between fighters and strategists, and their multiple ranks?" This is getting annoying. "Simple: drones are black, strategists are grey, mechanical workers are orange, and other classes have different colors. Oh, and leaders are rainbow."

"Rainbow?" I can't believe what I just heard. "Seriously?"

"Yes, rainbow. To them, it is symbolic of every being every class and rank, and having all the experience necessary to lead a large unit. Luckily for us, we haven't seen any rainbows yet."

We turn to the mountain again, and continue on our way. I turn back to the recently abandoned battlefield, observe a final time, and keep rolling over the terrain between us and the mountain, knowing that we are expected

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Next issue: Exploration
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Edited September 26, 2017 by Hexed
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[r_BLASTOISE-T120 241]

rainbow :3 haha. anywho, keep em up

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[wertweuri 76]

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[remco72 0]

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[remco72 0]

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[superninetailedfox 1]

Loving it !! Good job dude keep it up ^_^

[erikdjong 0]

Very nice !!!

[erikdjong 0]

it`s beatiful!

[erikdjong 0]

Good job!

[cube3e 1,973]

cool, the first i read

[Raphael2 3,263]

Milan has got M3 viking in the last edition, M2 at the beginning of this one and again M3 at this one's end :P

[Valletta 834]

Milan has got M3 viking in the last edition, M2 at the beginning of this one and again M3 at this one's end :P

Yeah :)

[The_Ice_Dragon 22]

Cool.

[r_junon0 0]

cool! very nice!!! :fire_l: :fire_l:

[ladolego 0]

Not that bad. The sinister looking gun was the Shaft gun, wasn't it?

[ladolego 0]

Not that bad. The sinister looking gun was the Shaft gun, wasn't it?

Who could miss that, anyway?

[2strong4u_is_beast_1 0]

Nice! :3

[stevie57 0]

Awesome!!! I'm following this story for to the end.

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[Tommy60 406]

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