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I wait in the trench, as Rodnose goes forward. It is how it must be. Strambot and I wait, as he goes forward, scouting for enemies. Even if he gets into trouble we cannot reveal ourselves. We are more important to the mission, Strambot and I, we are specialists. He is just a soldier. Dispensible. It is how it must be.
It makes me sick.
I can't see him now, it's so dark...no, there he is, moving slowly forward through the shadows, doing his job. If the Tentacled Beast Warriors found him...well, I don't need to tell you what they'd do.
He's waving. It's safe! I stand, eager to go, but Strambot puts a hand on my shoulder, to tell me the sweep isn't complete yet, that we can only go on the second wave. A stickler for the rules, is Strambot. I used to be like that, but I've seen so much.
Then it happens. A flash of light. A Tentacled Beast Warrior, from nowhere! It has him, but he's fighting, Gods is he fighting. Rodnose slashes at the tentacles as we watch. We can't reveal ourselves, it's against protocol, it's against everything...
But Rodnose is not going to survive. So many tentacles.
I have to do something! Hang the protocols, hang Strambot's caution! There is only one Tentacled Beast Warrior, I'm sure if it. I could take it out. I've done so before...from a distance, armed with particle weapons. And our we're all out of particle weapons. But I have to do something. What kind of a man am I if I watch as Rodnose is torn apart? What kind of a comrade...what kind of a friend? It has him around the neck now. I stand. This cannot be permitted to continue.
But I then I see its face. Gods, its face. I've never seen one so close, and I only glimpse its face for a moment...but those eyes...did it see me? Oh Gods, I can't move. I'm rooted to the spot, terrified that it has seen me. Rodnose is fighting back, kicking and swinging his arms, biting even...he is trying to save us, Strambot and myself. Yet I can do nothing. I am frozen. I would have no chance against it! Those tentacles...so many tentacles. It would tear me apart as it is doing Rodnose. I can FEEL it tearing me apart...
Then Strambot pushes me out of the way and dives out of the trench, a knife held between his teeth, some stick in his hands...what is he going to do with a stick? Stickler Strambot, armed with a stick....Strambot, acting when I cannot. Strambot, who has seen less combat experience than I, giving up his life in a futile effort to save Rodnose, who somehow still fights, despite now having had one arm and one leg torn off...and I stand and watch. I stand and watch as Strambot dies within seconds, managing only to jab at the Tentacled Beasts face with his stick...the stick goes into the beast's eye. Strambot is dead and Rodnose is as good as, but I can still act, I can still do something, I can kill the beast, somehow...
I curl up in the trench and do not look out for eight hours. When I do, I see the bodies of Rodnose and Strambot lying there. The beast is gone. But I still don't want to leave the trench. I'm only a specialist.
I need a soldier to make sure the way is clear.
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I wait in the trench, as Rodnose goes forward. It is how it must be. Strambot and I wait, as he goes forward, scouting for enemies. Even if he gets into trouble we cannot reveal ourselves. We are more important to the mission, Strambot and I, we are specialists. He is just a soldier. Dispensible. It is how it must be.
It makes me sick.
I can't see him now, it's so dark...no, there he is, moving slowly forward through the shadows, doing his job. If the Tentacled Beast Warriors found him...well, I don't need to tell you what they'd do.
He's waving. It's safe! I stand, eager to go, but Strambot puts a hand on my shoulder, to tell me the sweep isn't complete yet, that we can only go on the second wave. A stickler for the rules, is Strambot. I used to be like that, but I've seen so much.
Then it happens. A flash of light. A Tentacled Beast Warrior, from nowhere! It has him, but he's fighting, Gods is he fighting. Rodnose slashes at the tentacles as we watch. We can't reveal ourselves, it's against protocol, it's against everything...
But Rodnose is not going to survive. So many tentacles.
I have to do something! Hang the protocols, hang Strambot's caution! There is only one Tentacled Beast Warrior, I'm sure if it. I could take it out. I've done so before...from a distance, armed with particle weapons. And our we're all out of particle weapons. But I have to do something. What kind of a man am I if I watch as Rodnose is torn apart? What kind of a comrade...what kind of a friend? It has him around the neck now. I stand. This cannot be permitted to continue.
But I then I see its face. Gods, its face. I've never seen one so close, and I only glimpse its face for a moment...but those eyes...did it see me? Oh Gods, I can't move. I'm rooted to the spot, terrified that it has seen me. Rodnose is fighting back, kicking and swinging his arms, biting even...he is trying to save us, Strambot and myself. Yet I can do nothing. I am frozen. I would have no chance against it! Those tentacles...so many tentacles. It would tear me apart as it is doing Rodnose. I can FEEL it tearing me apart...
Then Strambot pushes me out of the way and dives out of the trench, a knife held between his teeth, some stick in his hands...what is he going to do with a stick? Stickler Strambot, armed with a stick....Strambot, acting when I cannot. Strambot, who has seen less combat experience than I, giving up his life in a futile effort to save Rodnose, who somehow still fights, despite now having had one arm and one leg torn off...and I stand and watch. I stand and watch as Strambot dies within seconds, managing only to jab at the Tentacled Beasts face with his stick...the stick goes into the beast's eye. Strambot is dead and Rodnose is as good as, but I can still act, I can still do something, I can kill the beast, somehow...
I curl up in the trench and do not look out for eight hours. When I do, I see the bodies of Rodnose and Strambot lying there. The beast is gone. But I still don't want to leave the trench. I'm only a specialist.
I need a soldier to make sure the way is clear.
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