posted on Sep, 5 2008 @ 08:09 AM
Basically what this is, is a update on the old Space Opera type of story very popular in the 40's and 50's. This is an alternate history/ Alternate
universe type of story. This had the classic Mars as described by Ray Bradbury and H.G. Wells. The Martian ruins, the canals and all that sand.
Hope that you enjoy it.
Situation background: Mars attempted to invade Earth in the 1890's as per "War of the Wolds" By H.G. Wells, a second attempt was tried in the
1950's, a third that was stopped by Damocles Base located on the moon in the 2010's, it is now 2070 and Mankind has decided to return the favor by
This little snippet deals with meeting between a scout in light power armor, his hovertank, and a trio of martian Tripods.
A light, whispery, Martian wind blew. The air was too thin to sustain human life, but nevertheless, a human was here.
Richard's power suit raised the magnification of his visor at his spoken command. Lying down behind a dune and turning his head slowly, he
scanned left and right.
"Nothing. Nothing but sand, sand, and more sand," he muttered.
A bit of movement towards his left caught his attention. Going to full magnification, he looked. Just one of the many dust devils that the martian
deserts are famous for. Nothing to worry about, he thought.
He went back to his work. A low chirp came from inside his armor. Jake, his Rabbit class scout tank, had spotted something on his sensors.
Instinctively, Richard glanced at his tank. Jake just sat there, deliberately buried under the sand with just a couple of his sensors and antenna
"All right Jake, give me what you've got."
The HUD or Heads Up Display in Richard's helmet came alive with various symbols and a local map. The triangular symbols for Richard and Jake were
centered and 3 circular unknowns were shown at about the 7:00 position. Close, too close. Richard realised that he had made a bad mistake. "Looking
out is fine, but," (as Richard's instructor pointed out one day), " always remember to look behind you occasionally."
He spun around. Three Hunter class tripods were moving around. The Martians hadn't spotted him yet, but it was only a matter of time. Keeping
his body low, Richard climbed over the top of the dune to put it between him and the tripods.
"Jake, send off a message to base telling them that we've got company!"
Suddenly the Martians stopped moving and Richard heard the airwaves being blanketed by jamming. He'd been spotted! The three tripods started taking
long strides in his direction.
"Jake! Command Mode Bugout! Execute!" yelled Richard.
A vast cloud of sand shot up as the Hovertank blew off his disguise and a hatch in the side opened. Richard started running for the inviting opening,
his strides amplified by the servos in his suit. Sand started to explode around him as the Martian heat beams tried to seek out the rapidly scurrying
human. Richard tried to contact Jake but the jamming from the Martians was too intense. He dived through the hatchway which slammed shut after him.
The interference was stopped by Jake's hull.
Richard got into the command chair and "plugged in". Connectors snapped smoothly into ports and plugs in his suit, and the HUD on the visor
came alive with displays as he grabbed the command yokes. Flipping couple of switches, Richard set Jake on "fire at will" mode. Jake swiveled his
main gun towards the nearest Tripod and fired. The 105 mm shell shot out of the barrel and with full force struck the tripod in the central housing. A
direct hit! Simultaneously, Richard slammed the throttle lever on his left fully forward. The lift fans underneath and behind screamed as the
Hovertank leaped forward. Smoke packs on the rear discharged in a effort to hide Jake from the Tripods as the Hovertank tried to run.
Richard charted a general course towards the Martian ruins that he had scouted out earlier. As the smoke from the packs dissipated, Richard could
see that Jake's full-on shot had no effect upon the tripod. At full speed, they were in still in pursuit and broadcasting the jamming. Richard knew
that he didn't have the firepower to take out the Heavy Tripods but he knew where he could find it: he hoped. He switched Jake from "fire at will"
to a more defensive mode.
The two things that the Rabbit class Hovertank had in plenty were speed and maneuverability, and Jake used them to the best of his advantage. The
Martian heat beams had about a three quarters of a second delay between lock-on and firing. So each time that a heat beam was going to fire, Jake
would turn just enough to avoid the shot but still continue on its designated course. Richard couldn't count on that lasting for very long since the
Martians would learn to anticipate or, even worse, saturate the area with enough firepower that even Jake couldn't dodge. But maybe, just maybe, it
would last long enough.
Rapidly the ruins came into view, and with a yell of triumph from Richard, they entered the ancient city. Now Richard and Jake had a better chance.
They dodged heat beams while taking the streets at full speed and leaving a cloud of sand and dust behind them. They took what looked like insane
chances as they headed towards the central square. One of the tripods was slowing down. Perhaps the Martian was thinking of giving up the chase.
"Jake, designate Tripod Three. Continue evasive maneuvers and fire," Richard said.
Once again, Jake's turret swiveled and fired. Another hit. Still no damage.
"I hope that we can find out just what these things are made of," Richard muttered. With a grim smile of satisfaction he observed that the lagging
Tripod had picked up its pace again, its pilot angered by the insolent human.
"Good, just follow me," Richard said grimly as another Martian heat beam almost nailed Jake.
"Jake, broadcast our present situation, foe strength, and location on tight beam laser," Richard commanded.
"Affirmative replies from Group Epsilon Delta have been received. They are ready and waiting," came Jake's smooth voice from the control
"Initiate manual targeting mode, Jake".
[edit on 5-9-2008 by Deson]