Suggested changes: {before : after}
On 01/08/2005 10:41 PM, DB Sommer said:
Wow. The last chapter. Who'd a thunk it?
Hey, it could happen. :}b
For the second time in the evening, Miguel found his command die off. Sgt.
Hooper had turned at the sound of his voice, or at least the thing that was
in the sergeant's uniform. While it was humanoid in shape, and approximately
the same height and weight as Hooper, it was hardly human. Green mottled
flesh, three yellowed eyes, and an 'O' shaped mouth that seemed to lack a
{discernable discernible} jaw, though it was ringed with sharp teeth, dominated its face.
Its sudden appearance brought Miguel to a complete stop, despite the urgency
of the situation.
"Speaking of Killgore, that does raise a good question concerning you,
Mikael," Yuri said. "We'll try to keep it from happening, but plans tend to
go to hell once the shooting starts. If push comes to shove, are you willing
to kill your father to protect your mother?"
Kei stared at Yuri, horrified "You idiot! He wasn't' supposed to know
that!"
How is he supposed to not know. It was probably the first thing he
hacked out of the local computers.
Mikael shrugged. "Yeah, I got curious and backchecked hospital records. It
wasn't hard to put together a timeline and figure out who my father was. I
tracked him down and went to visit him a couple of years ago."
As I was saying...
"You know, if you keep pacing like that, you're going to wear a hole through
the deck plating, and then our air will get sucked out and we'll implode,"
Killgore said.
Wouldn't that be explode?
Iria scoffed at the suggestion. "They're just ditching you and are using
that as a {pretence : pretense} since they don't want to be open about it. Frankly, I
don't blame them."
And then Iria broke off the kiss, backed away, and struck him hard in the
face with a right hook.
I guess he might have been ready for her knee.
He opened a line to the commander of the orbital platform. Luckily, Springer
had the foresight to designate Killgore an official 'advisor' from YSC,
which gave him nearly as much pull as the commander himself. "This is
Killgore. The woman that has been traveling with me has become a threat to
the ship. I need one... no, two squads of your best men to go down to the
guest suite and eliminate her with extreme prejudice. Regard her as a Class
1 threat. Get confirmation on the kill, meaning I want a body that can be
ID'd. Outside of that, do whatever it takes to get the job done. YSC will
cover any losses. Killgore out."
That seems stupid, they should plant a very large explosive charge under
the path she's walking. Every inch of it. They can use DNA analysis
later if they really want a positive ID.
He was too late as it rolled to the area where the second squad lay in wait.
They were just starting to pull back when it detonated, creating a
spectacular explosion that tore all the men in that area to shreds, {include : including}
Tosh, who just a minute earlier had been complaining about the overkill on
the {millitary's : military's} part for sending so many men to deal with one person.
"Delta-One, this is Flight Control. You're right on target. Proceed through
the hanger and to the designated landing pad. Flight Control over and out."
Sergeant Milgrew cut the comlink and watched both his instruments and
visually through the transparent {plexiglass : Plexiglas} that separated the control room
from the landing bay as the ship settled gracefully into its proper berth.
Though it's probably not trademarked by then.
It was too bad Slapatcha lacked the sensibility to listen to Springer's {advi
ce : advice} regarding the Zeiram matter. She had become excited this time around. YSC
had been in a position that made taking down the 3WA, and its damned Central
Computer, a realistic possibility. But no, the man had been a fool in the
end, and another opportunity had been lost as his corporation was about to
come apart at the seams.
Anton pressed the button. Even behind several inches of metal alloy, he
heard the rush {of air :} from the mass driver's tube as {oxygen : air} was hurled into
space along with the projectile. Hands trembling in trepidation and delight,
Anton's eyes remained fixed to the weapon's readout as it tracked the
projectile's course through the short distance in space between the platform
and the atmosphere. Nothing impeded the projectile's progress as it entered
the atmosphere, gaining speed from gravity in addition to the velocity that{
:}
it had started with courtesy of the mass driver. Even Anton was slightly
astonished at how quickly the projectile cut through the atmosphere and into
the planet's surface below, shattering tons of rock as it was forced deep
into the earth. A quick glance at the readout transmitted from the Argus
Projectile indicated it reached far beyond its minimum depth for
effectiveness before the bedrock of the planet finally forced the sphere to
stop. The instant it stopped moving downward, it released its liquid payload
into the rock. And just like that, a planet died.
Zeiram was really and truly dead. This time for good.
Only if they destroy all the samples.
"We're going to get blamed for another planet getting destroyed!" Kei
completed her partner's line of thinking, one they had engaged in far too
often for their liking.
But. It's not their fault!
Leaving the fighter on auto-pilot, Adelpha removed the object from her
pocket and looked it over. The small cylinder with these 'Zeiram cells' was
the key to making Adelpha rich. It was only a matter of finding someone
interested in them and selling them, then she'd be set for life.
The sort that want to buy Zeiram cells probably won't want to leave any
witnesses.
Wow! It's finished. Who would have thought it would take, oh, what was it?
Five years or so to finish this story. Sorry it took me so long, but I kept
at it until what you have here is the end. Thanks to all those who stuck
with it to the end. I really appreciate it.
So when does the sequel come out?