|Shock Trooper 259
|Shock Trooper 259
from original Thorgon ...
SHOCK TROOPER 259 FIELD LOG; 1141.224
Shock troopers are required to keep a running log of events on any military engagement they participate in; this log however will be much more comprehensive, as the events that I have witnessed so far are so beyond my experiences that this chronicle will be necessary to keep my sanity.
The mission started out routine; guard an encampment and scout a base camp on the dark side of the solitary moon of Sol3. The moon is an uninhabitable rock with no atmosphere. The survey crew theorized that it was a lump of molten iron that had split off of the planet while it was forming and settled into orbit around it. It is constantly being bombarded with stellar radiation and blasted with meteors leaving its surface a dry, crater filled wasteland. Forty years ago the natives to Sol3 had launched several manned exploratory vehicles to the light side of the moon. It is unknown why they abandoned the research as there are numerous natural resources beneath the surface.
Base camp was to be a forward observation site to study anomalies detected recently on Sol3. Long range sensor probes in have detected large fluctuations in the stars radiation bands, cosmic energy waves like these have been documented in other systems to seriously alter the genetic makeup of the indigenous life on system worlds. The life forms in the Sol system are possibly on the verge of a major step along their evolutionary path - scientists go nuts over this kind of thing so we were going to set them up a research facility. Medical labs, holding pins, shuttle facility to send the specimen collection ship from - would have been up and running in less than a month.
As I stated: “the mission started out routine.”
I heard that one of the patrols had not checked in and shared everyone's feeling that this was no problem. We run an efficient team here and our patrols are able to take care of themselves, so a late patrol didn't raise any alerts.
Besides, there was nothing here...
I was in the mess dome when they attacked, initially they had no EM signature, so they were on us before we knew it. I have fought robots before but these were different. Humanoid, they were heavily armored, and they packed a weapon array of beam and pulse weaponry equivalent to a ship’s turret. On top of that, in hand to hand combat they were nearly unbeatable - I was nearly killed by one until one of my men blew its head off.
About 30tiks into the battle one of our techs must have found a way to read them because they appeared on my heads up display. Once we could see them we could fight them - they were tough but we were able to shut down their assault. We lost a third of our troopers during the attack, and then another twelve to booby-trapped robot “corpses”. Whoever built these things is very protective of the technology.
SHOCK TROOPER 259 FIELD LOG; 1141.225
We applied the freq used to see through the robots cloak field to our sensors and found the base where they came from. It was an underground base that appeared to be powered by a fusion reactor - very hi-tech for this systems ATRI*.
Our initial attack was an artillery assault; a pulse cannon and two missile launchers. We failed to breach the base due to a coherent field of energy around the target - they had a force field!! The ATRI scale is just a guide - every culture progresses differently but this; a non-star faring race, still burning hydrocarbons for fuel, but capable of producing electro-magnetic masking and force fields. I was downloading the latest modified tactical orders when my helmet’s heads up display registered a new target.
The armored humanoid looked imposing, he walked through the bases force field and began to speak on our frequency. I have to say that I was impressed when the translator kicked in:“I AM DOOM! I will forgive your impudence in attacking my base
because you could not know who you are dealing with.
Go back to your masters and tell them they have one of this moon’s orbits
around it’s planet to leave or they will feel my wrath! NOW GO!”
The Trooper standard issue Ion rifle is a formidable weapon. Three troopers opened up on this Doom and while the initial blast caused him to step back one, he emerged unscathed.
“FOOLS! Can’t you see when you are hopelessly
Doom extended an open hand toward one of my troopers and in a flash of light and a palpable wave of energy - he was vaporized!
I issued the order to fall back and regroup as he advanced. Arrogantly he taunted them with warnings - telling them what he was going to do - as one by one he blew my men apart.
I decided to try and use that. Ordering my men to coordinate a blast on him and prepare to fire on my mark. I reconfigured the power grid in my armor, setting it up as if I needed to be protected from highly radioactive or insidious atmospheres; this meant my weaponry was powered down, but I thought the higher suit integrity might give me a chance.
“Enough!”, I yelled. Standing up, I let my rifle drop to my side.
“You are the fool! The Thorgon infantry conquer worlds! We are bred for battle - you cannot possibly hope to stand against us.”
For a moment our eyes were fixed on each other, then through his armored mask I sensed that he cruelly smiled.
I dove for cover as his blast hit me. The force almost buried me in the ground, but I survived! My troops fired simultaneously, instinctively he put his arms up to shield against the assault. Components in his armor must have overloaded as pieces of it began to blast apart revealing a fragile looking dark pink skin beneath. He fell to one knee, grasping at his chest and extending an arm defiantly against the beams. As I stood up his gaze met mine, I had made a true enemy today. The indignation he felt was tempered by an unexpected respect. I felt a chill run down my spine, I could almost sense the vengeance he had in mind for me - a vengeance he would never satisfy.
Sparks of energy erupted from his chest plate as the Ion rifles ceased fire and there was a flash of light and he was gone.
*Available Technical Resource Index - GM