The streets of downtown San Honduir are quiet at these hours. As usual. There is just one thing different this time... the people who live here aren't asleep. They are all dead. The reason cannot be explained, it’s as if their hearts just stopped.
A few hours earlier, there was no communication from this sector of the city. Sector AC, otherwise known as the Dockers, is located right next to the Space Vein, a supermassive cord about 20 blocks thick that stretches all the way up to the orbiting El Monstruo space station. That would be the center of all interstellar travel for this planet, if it wasn’t on quarantine lockdown due to a similar situation. This planet is in some very serious trouble.
Suddenly, a draft of very foul smelling air smacks me on the nose. It came from the alley... that way. I bring up my holoband to view a holographic map of the area.
The alley is quite dark, so I switch the NV systems on. The usual alley: a faded green dumpster with a large “DAHL” printed across the front in a faint white, grey industrial Asmon-Cement walls with colorful graffiti splattered across them, trash. And that stench is overpowering. I don’t like this at all.
A gust of wind. Some sort of grunt and rattling. There is something out there. I clench my right hand over the glowing blue core of the Vepr digistruct module on my hip as if I was holding an imaginary grip. The gun materializes into solid matter in a few seconds, straight into my hand. I flick the safety off, and put the stock up to my shoulder. I look down the alleyway... and there it is. The grunting and squealing. The heavy breathing-like sounds? It’s much closer than it was last time. I turn around...
There it is. A spider like a spider I have never seen before, made out of some sort of carbon-fiber-like mesh, standing 8 feet tall with glowing green eyes and lights covering its body. I can tell that there are more in the area. I stand paralyzed with fear. “EVA. Tell HQ to send as much as they can. As soon as possible.”
But today is not the day I die. I fire off a loud shot from my Winger with a loud WHOMP and a flash of red light, straight into the glowing green heart of the behemoth. Swing out the lever. Swing it back in. Another WHOMP and a flash of bright red light. Staring back at me is an (enraged?) set of 10 glowing green eyes. Quite menacing.
What the hell? I step back a few feet, and WHOMP goes the third shot. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth. I drop the gun and run. I’m not dying on this shithole of a planet. Not here. But something feels wrong... my head feels fuzzy... what’s that horrible noise...?
Why am I falling?
// ECHO® : 3:34 AEST Time, August 26 2910, Tiberius System, Heracles // // ECHO® brought to you by the Dahl Corporation : I only get paid if I survive, and I like being paid //
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Credits: -domo for inspiration on both story and gun This was going to be an Osiris trial first but I decided it had too much Vepr in it. -Cami - m249 shading Needless to say PDN for the text.
Nice work, man. The stock looks a bit like an inverted SCAR stock. No place for a good cheek weld, though - not a problem if it's meant to be used like a machine pistol.
It's actually a very heavily modified XM8 stock, flipped upside down. It isn't supposed to be practical or realistic, much like Borderlands weapons, so I chose form over function. Thanks anyway!
This is just awe-inspiring.
Otherwise I wouldn't be a moderator on Deviant's main PimpMyGun group!