Sentry Duty
by: [CMG]East, 10-21-99
The sentry stares unblinkingly at the enterance, scanning the doors for any
movement, It's weaker sneses groping about for the enemies prescense behind
It. It checks It's stock of ammo and winds It's weapons up and down
contentedly, checkingthat It's in top condition.
MOVEMENT
Zoom in and track it, locking in with both autocannons and its rocket
launcher. It watches the object roll across the landscape before being
taken by the breeze. The sentry relaxes and goes back to watching its
designated area.
Why the HW guy always throws his ration wrappers on the floor It had never
been able to work out. There were plenty of bins about, all built by the
loving hands of Its Creator.
Suddenly the doors rolled back and a streak of red lightning shot across
the courtyard. Faster than even the enemy scout could be It locked on to it
with a precision that a sniper would envy and firepower that would make a
Demo or HW green. The twin autocannons whir for a second before letting rip
with a barrage of bullet's. The enemy scout hit the ground before a single
rocket was launched. Shame the sentry thought as it whirred and hummed
malevolently. It's nice to feel the rocket roaring as it flew towars its
target. It loved that rocket launcher and had named it damocles, fitting
name. Why it knew about damocles It didnt know but the Creator must have
had a reason for giving it the capability to understand algebra, play chess
or speak about ancient myths.
It loved the Engineer, its creator, mother and protector. He will be here
soon to refill My ammo. There he is. It bleeped and winked Its lights in
greeting at him. Strange, He's not responding, must be side tracked. Back
from an enemy assault I see, He's so good. He just strolls out of the enemy
base and not an enemy bullet touches him. He's nervous though. His heart is
beating rapidly, must be stressful to be far away from me. I'm his baby,
still, I'll go with him soon, He told me he's working on some wheels for
me. I wish I knew why He's just thrown three grenades at me or why a
perfect copy of my Creator just walked in.
ROCKETS-MALFUNCTION
AUTOCANNONS-MALFUNCTION
LOSING POWER
Why... why, He's just stabbed My creator.
RED SPY
RED SPY
FIRE-MALFUNCTION
try to fix, can't, oil spurts across the floor
LOSING POWER....
SHUTDOWN....
©1999 - "[CMG]East" - All Rights Reserved
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