BuckWolf263

The world is cold. Dark. Unnatural. Why must the strife be such? People crouching, cringing behind a wall. A giant flower of death and doom, Slowly in the street comes to bloom, Causing all to flee, And some are never to be seen again. Time is frozen, And their faces are mixed. A scattering of terror A dash of fear, A pinch of acceptance, As they hold loved ones near. The Rose of Fire, expanded and grew. The chaos in its wake was nothing new. A wave of pain proceeded the flame, And a wave of lead cut them down. Time speeds up, and the sounds come crashing, Almost as bad as the flames themselves. Screaming and crying, Begging for mercy, They

The storm was in full swing, and a giant crash of thunder shook the woods of Mossflower. The tall, sinewy otter grasped the handles of his twin swords, gritting his teeth as the rain poured down the fur on his face. A flash of lightning lit up the glade, showing his adversary in full, vile splendor. The wolf, with his pack behind him, was a truly barbaric sight to behold. He stood nearly three heads taller than the otter, almost the height of a badger. With fangs as long as a dagger, and just as lethal, the black canid was a formidable force. With a short growl, the leader motioned for his pack to surround the otter. Worn down from running, t

Sela didn't go for the immediate attack, instead choosing to circle to my left. I instantly discerned her intent, noting that the sun was in that direction. Let it be noted that Sela is a huge, raging beast of a woman mentally. Physically, she is light and toned, fast in both attack and defense. "What's the matter mutt? Too scared to attack?", she goaded. "No, just admiring how ugly your face is. It's a wonder how you can even look at yourself in the mirror. I think that a broken jaw would go nicely with the rest, vermin!" I tossed back coolly. "You bastard..." She spat. "Im gonna make sure you can't fight again mange hide." With that, Sela l

Len and I finished suiting up in our combat outfit, called the R-TISS, or Real Time Integration Synthetic Suit. We call them Rubbers. Yeah, laugh it up. 'He said Rubbers!'. Real mature. We dubbed them as such due to the feel of the material. The suits come in a multitude of colors, and are meant to enhance our BioHybrid DNA. Nobody ever feels any difference, but we don't tell that to the Sarge. My Rubber was a nice ashy grey color. Len's was a brownish hue. Along with the Rubbers, we have a monocle-type object. It shows our enemies estimated weight, strength, agility, speed, and after a while, the next anticipated move. It can also show the a

The Arena. The only awe-inspiring place in BESS.   Standing at three stories, and as wide as a football field, this sandstone structure is usually where we hold briefings and run parade drills. However, once or twice a year, the Sarge likes to round us up and pit us against one another, testing the skills that we have learned throughout the year. He says that it helps prepare us for the 'War World'. This being the place where we finally see actual combat. Of course, I'm pretty sure that we aren't going to be fighting a bunch of hybridized humans, but who knows? Anyways, back to the story. Len and I continue into the waiting room and await our

As I woke up the next morning, i realized that the Sarge had just done me a huge favor in that he hadn't banned me from the Tournament. I suppose that I should explain just exactly what CQC is. CQC is an acronym for Close Quarters Combat. In essence, hand to hand. MMA (Mixed Martial Arts) is what it's usually called in the modern world. Anyways, I am a 'ridiculously amazing fighter', those words coming from the Sarges mouth itself. Maybe he didn't ban me because of this, or maybe he just wants to see me beat the tar out of some other guys. Who knows? I just do it because I love to fight. As I get dressed, Len comes over to my bunk. "Dude, I h

Deep in thought, I returned to base. How did he know me? Hell, how did he even know of the existence of the BioHybrid program and Fort BESS? All these questions were roiling through my brain. As I snuck through the gate, a loud voice calls out to me as spotlights turn their gaze towards my location. "Trainee! What in the HELL are you doing?" Fuck me... "Returning from town sir!", I call into the night sky. "And just what the fuck were you thinking, going into town, without permission and under direct violation of curfew?", growled the voice, as the body to which it belong stepped in front of me. Quick note: Imagine the biggest guy you can im