Post by Observer on Nov 13, 2010 21:38:58 GMT -5
Larry watched breathlessly the air battle that was going on in above. The two helicopters came in hard, spewing fire and death upon the angel digimon, each impact tearing a piece of his flesh, meaning to make him a hunk of bloody meat when this is over. He couldn't help but cheer when the pilots were winning the battle, mopping the floor with the digimon, but a shriek came out of his throat when the angel shot one last beam at the chopper, bringing it down in flames. That report from the other wingman "ghost 24 down..." came right through his head, and through his heart...
- Ghost 24! - he shouted, before the burning vehicle rammed into the shrine and exploded, sending a powerful wave of wind, rubble and dust in the air... The remaining chopper continued to pound the hated enemy with bullets with doubled tenacity, wishing to avenge the fallen comrade. The battle continued on, until one of the bullets finally hit the angemon in the head, spraying his brains all over the battlefield below, and sending the body down in flames. A suitable end to anyone who would dare rising arms against humanity. If only the price of victory wasn't so high...
- Stalker 1 this is Ghost 25, enemy destroyed, repeat, enemy destroyed. Returning to base. Will relay to send a squad to clear the mess... - the remaining pilot said in the radio with a seemingly unwavering voice, though it was possible to tell he was shocked by such a sudden loss.
- Roger ... that... - the young man replied with an empty voice. It sounded so shallow and wrecked, one could have thought it was an old man speaking. And indeed, today more than a handful of gray hairs appeared on Larry's head...
A feather came down from the sky - all that remained of the once mighty foe. The sudden blow of wind changed the direction of the fall a bit, sending it on the ground not to far away from Patamon, who kept standing there... Larry looked at it, his face expression changing from shocked and mournful to rage, as he stepped on the white feather, crushing it into the dirt, before making his way to the crash site...
The place was utterly destroyed. There was wreckage and rubble everywhere, disgusting smoke covering the area. Larry went through it as if in trance, not noticing that his eyes were watering from the smoke, and that it made him cough. The man who piloted the gunship, ghost 24, there was nothing left of him. There would be nothing to put into coffin, the explosion shattered his body to million pieces. Looking at the ground, Larry saw something shining in the lights of burning wreckage...
It was a medallion all troops wore during missions. In case the body were to be too mutilated to recover, the medallion should have survived. And this was just the case... The young man picked it up from the ground, and read what was readable, there was not much written anyways:
- Ghost 24... And I never even knew your name... - Larry said, his hand forming a fist, clenching the medallion. - Don't worry, friend... We will never forgive, your death will be avenged. - he said and raised the gun in the air. In the eerie silence after the battle the three shots were sounding particularly meaningful, and haunting... The man didn't move afterwards, he just stood there, reciting a prayer for God to accept the soul of this soldier to heaven, the words in latin echoing through the ruins of the ruined holy ground...
- Ghost 24! - he shouted, before the burning vehicle rammed into the shrine and exploded, sending a powerful wave of wind, rubble and dust in the air... The remaining chopper continued to pound the hated enemy with bullets with doubled tenacity, wishing to avenge the fallen comrade. The battle continued on, until one of the bullets finally hit the angemon in the head, spraying his brains all over the battlefield below, and sending the body down in flames. A suitable end to anyone who would dare rising arms against humanity. If only the price of victory wasn't so high...
- Stalker 1 this is Ghost 25, enemy destroyed, repeat, enemy destroyed. Returning to base. Will relay to send a squad to clear the mess... - the remaining pilot said in the radio with a seemingly unwavering voice, though it was possible to tell he was shocked by such a sudden loss.
- Roger ... that... - the young man replied with an empty voice. It sounded so shallow and wrecked, one could have thought it was an old man speaking. And indeed, today more than a handful of gray hairs appeared on Larry's head...
A feather came down from the sky - all that remained of the once mighty foe. The sudden blow of wind changed the direction of the fall a bit, sending it on the ground not to far away from Patamon, who kept standing there... Larry looked at it, his face expression changing from shocked and mournful to rage, as he stepped on the white feather, crushing it into the dirt, before making his way to the crash site...
The place was utterly destroyed. There was wreckage and rubble everywhere, disgusting smoke covering the area. Larry went through it as if in trance, not noticing that his eyes were watering from the smoke, and that it made him cough. The man who piloted the gunship, ghost 24, there was nothing left of him. There would be nothing to put into coffin, the explosion shattered his body to million pieces. Looking at the ground, Larry saw something shining in the lights of burning wreckage...
It was a medallion all troops wore during missions. In case the body were to be too mutilated to recover, the medallion should have survived. And this was just the case... The young man picked it up from the ground, and read what was readable, there was not much written anyways:
- Ghost 24... And I never even knew your name... - Larry said, his hand forming a fist, clenching the medallion. - Don't worry, friend... We will never forgive, your death will be avenged. - he said and raised the gun in the air. In the eerie silence after the battle the three shots were sounding particularly meaningful, and haunting... The man didn't move afterwards, he just stood there, reciting a prayer for God to accept the soul of this soldier to heaven, the words in latin echoing through the ruins of the ruined holy ground...
