Stories tagged “scouts”

  • The Landing Party

    There was a thud, then a hiss. The red light above them turned green as a monitor flickered on next to the door. Landing successful. “Gee, that’s a relief.” Two men sat inside the cramped interior of the craft, breathing heavily under...

  • The Landing Party of Two. (Mature)

    “Scouts. First to die.” Webster hated scouting. He was stuck with the blue circle on his shoulders at all times as scouts do. No helmets, light armor and bullshit SMGs with light rounds. Ever since coming into scouts, he remembered their un...

  • The Station

    The door slid open without a sound. Oswald ducked inside, then signaled the all-clear. Cautiously, they searched the entrance hall. “No sign of them here. Next room.” Webster slowly breathed out. Intel said there was likely no danger, but t...

    • Author: Anthelion
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Train

    Webster stared uneasily at the storm from out the windows of the speeding train. “You’re sure about that thing?” Oswald glanced up from his PDA. “Well, I can’t really be positive, but I’ve got some data about what...

  • Inside the Iceberg

    Outside, Webster and Oswald couldn’t see the size of the base, but the PDA attested to the size. Webster felt like he was inside an iceberg. It was cold and wet everywhere; giant once below. “So are we going to check the problems with the p...

  • The Test - Flashback (Webster and Oswald)

    “Name.” “Oswald, sir. Robert Oswald.” “So you’re Oswald. You’ve got quite the report. Impressive.” “Thank you, sir.” “Why did you join Intelligence?” “My father was an engine...

  • To Wade the Cocytus

    Two lights flicked on. Ahead was another empty hall, aside from the constant sound of dripping. The pair moved forward, coming to a stop at a set of stairs. The way was flooded with water, about waist-high. Webster just stared ahead, shivering somewhat...

    • Author: Anthelion
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • That Bitter Taste

    We were only Cubs, but on the cusps of graduation we’d been given the privilege of joining the Boy Scouts for a weekend excursion. Though only a few years apart, we were dwarfed by these boys. I’d come for this three day trip with a bag as ...