| Chapter Three - Swift Retribution |
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A week after this first assault the scientists at military intelligence
had made three breakthroughs that finally gave us some hope. First they
had prepared a new craft so we could take the fight to the enemy, second
they had modified our rifles to allow them to be fired in the thin
atmosphere of the moon (we wouldn't realise how thin until our arrival)
and third they had modified the respirators given to the first
travellers to make them portable enough to be used by men in a combat
situation. In high spirits we left that very night.
The trip was uneventful though many of the men in that cramped chamber experienced the most awful effects from the journey. Their bodies unable to take the strange forces placed upon them. One minute it felt as though you would be imbedded within the craft by the crushing force on your body, the next you would float off the seat watching as loose equipment drifted past as though suspended in water. It wasn't long before many complained of motion sickness, headaches and blurred vision. I don't believe we could have been any better prepared but I wish that we could have predicted the slaughter we faced. Upon landing the surface of the moon seemed so tranquil as we watched it through the thick portholes. We left the craft and were immediately glad that our respirators kicked in perfectly as we soon had realised that the atmosphere contained little to no oxygen. We looked down upon our little planet from our lofty pedestal and gazed in wonder at the dancing of the celestial spheres. Little did we know they were watching and waiting. Our scouts ran ahead checking the layout of the land while we busied ourselves testing our new equipment and taking samples from this new land. I remember clearly sealing a rock sample as the first energy blasts fired into the scouts just ahead of us. Their bodies shaking before falling into the dust as charred shells.The battle was more of a massacre as their finely honed troops came running into battle. The light glinting from their silvered armour and weapons beyond our wildest dreams spat lightning and death like the anger of angels. Mighty sparks filled the sky as their armoured vehicles skidded into view hovering and blasting their eldritch weaponry. It was over all too soon. Our excursion to the moon lasted an hour during which 47 of the original fifty man crack squad were killed, the last three of us escaped though injured so badly that I truly believe without the skills of the remarkable surgeons and their new medical abilities we would not have survived. A wise man once said warfare not necessity was the mother of invention. It would appear he was right, Disenchanted with our government I may be, but for our boys in the front line and her majesty I now labour day and night to find ways to improve our chances of final victory. Soon I shall write more about those first years of warfare but now my experimentations must continue. |
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