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Old Aug 19, 2002, 04:59 PM   #31
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Nice, Floyd, very Nice.

You can call it "Life"
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Old Aug 23, 2002, 07:17 PM   #32
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Starship Troopers 2

The planet Klendathu is the homeworld of a hostile, spider-like alien race known as the Arachnids. We declared war on them when they destroyed the city of Buenos Aires. We have been at war with them for three years now. The Mobile Infantry had captured a brain bug and federal scientists, after doing research on the brain bug that we have captured, were able to find a way to disrupt the Arachnids' communication. Most of the Arachnids have been eliminated. Now, it's time for the final showdown with them on Klendathu. My platoon and I had just landed on Klendathu. I opened fire at every Arachnid that I came across and fired rockets into every bug hole that I saw. In the meanwhile, Mobile Infantry Cap Troopers landed all over Klendathu. Within an hour, most of the Arachnids on Klendathu were eliminated. We continued on, firing at every Arachnid that we came across and firing rockets into every bug hole that we saw. After hours of hard fighting, retrieval boats arrived to pick us up. It seems like Fleet is up to something. When I returned to the Rodger Young, I asked around and found out. Apparently, Fleet is ready to use the newly developped Nova Bombs. Soon, fighters and starship carrying Nova Bombs launched the Nova Bombs on Klendathu. The Nova Bombs vaporised Klendathu in a bright, flash of light. The Arachnid threat has been wiped out, and mankind is safe once again. As we headed back to Earth, Mobile Infantry Cap Troopers celebrated, drank, and sang. At the same time, the same song was being played on every starship. To the everlasting glory of the Infantry.
Old Aug 23, 2002, 07:22 PM   #33
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Starship Troopers: The Final Battle

Author's Foreword: This is a short story that I have been working on for a while now. It takes place after the movie Starship Troopers ended. This story tells of the final battle against the Arachnids. It is told entirely from Lieutenant Johnny Rico's point of view. Read it and let me know what you think.

Starship Troopers: The Final Battle
My name is Johnny Rico, Lieutenant. I am a platoon leader. My platoon has thirty-two riflemen, thirty three including me, and eight gunners. The planet Klendathu is the homeworld of a hostile, spider-like alien race known as the Arachnids. We declared war on them after they destroyed the city of Buenos Aires. We have been at war with them for three years now. Most of the Arachnids have been eliminated. Now, it's time for the final battle on Klendathu. As my platoon and I landed on Klendathu, Arachnid Warriors started to burrow out of the ground and pour out of bug holes, Tankers started to burrow out of the ground, Hoppers flew out of their nests, and Plasma Bugs began firing bolts of plasma into space. As soon as we landed, we were met with heavy resistance. I gave the order to fire at will and began firing my assault rifle at every Arachnid Warrior and Hopper that I saw. The other riflemen in my platoon did the same thing. Some gunners fired mini-nukes into every bug hole in sight, while others fired rockets at every Tanker, Plasma Bug, and Hopper nest that they saw. At the same time, Mobile Infantry Cap Troopers landed all over Klendathu. After two hours of fierce fighting, most of the Arachnids on Klendathu were eliminated. We went on, searching for more Arachnids. As we approached a bug hole, Arachnid Warriors suddenly began pouring out. As I, along with the other riflemen in my platoon, opened fire at the Arachnid Warriors, a gunner fired a mini-nuke into the bug hole, destroying it. After hours of fierce fighting, retrieval boats arrived to pick us up. It seems like Fleet is up to something. When I returned to the Rodger Young 2, I asked around and found out. Apparently, Fleet is ready to use the newly developped Nova Bombs. Soon, fighters and starship carrying Nova Bombs launched the Nova Bombs at Klendathu. The Nova Bombs vaporised Klendathu in a bright, flash of light. The Arachnid threat has been wiped out, and mankind is safe once again. As we headed back to Earth, Mobile Infantry Cap Troopers, Navy files, and pilots celebrated, drank, and sang. To the everlasting glory of the Infantry.

THE END

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Old Oct 8, 2002, 07:47 PM   #34
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To Caesar, what belongs to Caesar. Credit... where credit is due.
The following story is written by me, based on the real-life events of February 13/14 1945, and the "Ace of Pike" comics written by Juan Gimenez.
The story may sound dull, and the action slow, but bear with me... Most of you know I'm somewhat of a military historian by hobby, and this means something to me, because people have NO IDEA what happened that night, and the countless inocents that were slaughtered, and promptly forgotten...
Please, I'd REALLY appreciatte reviews of it... I WANT to know how I'm doing!!!!

"History is written by the victors"... indeed...





Dresden: Night Hell


The sky was dark. Pitch black. No moon. No lights... except...

High above, among the stars, thousands of lights moved sowly across the nightsky. In formation. Methodically creeping forward.

Each light was an engine. Each engine was on a wing. Each wing on a plane... and each plane carried dozens of incendiary bombs, and high-explosive bombs.

"This is R of Roberts, we're flying over the Channel."

The hundreds of British Lancaster heavy bombers were accompanied by tens of Mosquito night fighters as escort. The formation passed over the calm waters, the roar of the engines staying steadily in the nightsky, minutes after they were past...

"Atention, this is R of Roberts. Flying over enemy territory. Less than two hours to the objective. Total radio silence."

Up ahead, the lights of a city slowly appeared on the horizon...

On the local German Air Defense Station, the British formation did not go unnoticed.
The radar operator looked up. "No doubt, Captain, they're going for Dresden!"

The superior officer was dumbstruck. "I do not understand! Dresden is an open city... Hurry! Warn Night Interception! We count over 500 planes! All available fighters scramble!"

The operator just nodded his head, looked at the huge, green contact on the screen, and said "They won't be too many, Captain..."

No, they really weren't too many, the fighters the Luftwaffe, the German air force, had in the area. Only 26 german planes lifted off that tragic night of 13th February 1945.

The twin-engined Me-110 of Leutenant Kurt Voneguth was in that number. While Kurt warmed up the engines, Ulrich Graebner, the night-radar operator tested his system. The Dresden drama was beggining to unfold.

They lifted off into the night, concentrated on the small, moving lights ahead. It was now 9:30pm. The first wave of Lancaster bombers was approaching the objective. Dresden, a city made up almost entirelly of wood had no military value. Most men were gone, fighting the Russians, so the city's population was now old men, women, and children.

It did not even have an effective air defense! Who would attack Dresden? and why defend a city with no strategic importance?

Merging with the night, the black Lancasters could only be distinguished by the exaust flames of their 4 engines. And it's on one of those exaust flames that Kurt aims his fighter...

"I have one!" He says to his radar man.

But his own exaust flames had turned him in to the crewmen of the british bomber... The top turret swiveled, and opened fire on him.

"PIGS!" He shouts. Slowly, he realizes the obvious: He'll attack the Lancaster from bellow. They only have turrets on top, front, and rear... none bellow...

The night fighting technique was simple, but effective! Just attack from bellow on an ascending 45 angle. Kurt positions himself...

The 30mm cannons on his fighter sing their deadly song, and a streak of holes appears on one of the bomber's engines. The bomber leans to the right, and suddenly explodes in a bright fireball, visible for miles away...

"I GOT HIM! I GOT HIM!" kurt screams in joy to no one in particullar.

He hears Ulrich's panicked scream above his own victory cry! "But..?! WATCH OUT! AHEAD, STRAIGHT LINE 100 METERS!"

Flying on a direct collision course, a heavy bomber raced towards them.
Kurt pulls back on the control stick, and narrowlly overflies the bomber. The bomber's top gunner fires instinctively at the german fighter passing closely above him, merely a shadow on black background.

Kurt feels relieved as his fighter clears the heavy bomber... "DAMN! But THAT was a close one! If you hadn't warned me in time, we'd be the suicidal heroes of the Luftwaffe!"

Silence replies to him...

"Ulrich..?"

"ULRICH?!"

The radar-operator was dead. The top gunner, on his firing pass, had showered the radar-man's position with bullets, and hit an engine... Ulrich lay on his seat, mouth open in a final death scream that was not heard in the chaotic second of engine noise and machine-gun fire. Blood covered the whole rear of the cockpit. Bullet holles were everywhere.

At the same time Kurt Voneguth discovered the death of his friend, his engine, also hit, started to fail... Kurt looked out off the right side of his plane. All was calm now. The bombers were far away, but visible above the city. No heavy engine roar deafened him. No machine-gun fire numbed his senses.

With an engine down, and no radar, he could not continue his night hunt. Kurt would have to wait for a better ocasion to avenge his friend.
The plane slowly turned, flying home, smoke spewing from his damaged engine, leaving a black, invisible trail behind him. As black as the night itself. As black as Kurt's heart felt.
"When the damage is repaired, things will be much different..."

It was now 10:00pm. The Lancaster heavy bombers were flying over the city.
The first attack wave came. The Lancasters carried 3,5-ton bombs, to destroy rooftops and windows. That was done so the incendiary bombs of the second wave would be much more effective against the wooden buildings. Not a single Air Defense gun opened fire on the bombers.

Meanwhile, on a nearby Luftwaffe base, Leutenant Kurt Voneguth tries the impossible.
"I must take off at once!" he said to Hans, the chief-mechanic.
Hans looked at him, and sadly said "Sorry, Sir... the damage is extensive. It's IMPOSSIBLE to have the plane repaired in less than 5 hours."

It's 10:15. The first wave is gone.
The second wave of over 200 Lancasters overflies the city.
Their cargo is liquid phosphorous incendiary bombs.

Hell falls down on Dresden...

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Old Oct 9, 2002, 11:12 AM   #35
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More, more, more!

That was cool. Lots of exclamation marks there... The radar man! Ulrich! Noo! Again, write more!
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Old Oct 9, 2002, 11:15 AM   #36
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you know, you're the second person that mentions the exclamation points...

I'm gonna cut back on them on the secod part...
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Old Oct 9, 2002, 12:51 PM   #37
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sorry iwata... not really any funny pictures on the subject

not really sure how i stand on this one... i'll decide when i get the end of the story


also-- i think the story is great. very readable. creates a good dramatic, and helps you to care about the pilot even in such a short amount of material. :thumbsup:
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Old Oct 9, 2002, 02:07 PM   #38
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This is the follow up of the "Dresden: Night Hell" story, and concludes the Dresden storyline. It came out a bit too log, but it's actually several stories put together. It wasn't easy... bear with me...

After the bombing of Dresden by the British on the night of 13th of February, the Americans came to finish the job...


Dresden: Day Hell


It's the dawn of 14th February.

A massive group of american B-17 Flying Fortress and B-24 Liberator bombers closes in on the devastated city of Dresden. In total, there are 1350 planes, not counting the P-51 Mustang fighter escorts.

They will bring the Dresden chapter to an end.

Up on the B-17 "Ace of Pike", Commander Charles Fox calmy gives orders to the rest of his flight. Newly appointed to the bomber, he still has to see what they can do in a stress situation.
"This is Eagle to rest of formation. Aproaching the objective. Keep your eyes open, although I find hard to believe any german fighters would be in this area."

Sitting next to him, he hears Lieutenant Falco, his co-pilot, whispering "My... God! It's terrible!".
Even with the flight mask on, Fox could see Falco was entranced by the view ahead: a huge pillar of black smoke rose, covering the whole width of the city.
"How can this have such an effect on a combat pilot? I have a feeling this crew is hopeless" he thought to himself.

To keep things in perspective, he just turned to Falco and said "Looks like the Tommies did a good job last night! Did you know they only lost 6 planes? I mean, there's gotta be a record there somewhere!"

Falco didn't reply. He was just staring ahead. Into nothing. Into the remains of what had once been a city. Where people moved abot their business, until death called to them with a loud whistle, as the bombs fell last night, burning the buildings of the city like autumn leaves.

He didn't have time for that. Not for petty feelings like that. But as he looked at the black column reaching to the heavens, he could't help feeling nauseous...


Dresden burned.
The heat of the incendiary bombs was so much that the pavement on the streets melted.

Fox keyed his mike. "Atention. Eagle to rest of formation. We're on the bomb run, flying over the objective. Prepare to drop payload... and good aim."

the tactical objective of the American Air Force is, on one hand...

"Open bomb bay doors!"

...the total destruction of Dresden...

"Bomb bay doors, full open!"

...and on the other hand, prevent the population of organizing damage control.

"Bombs armed!"

They would mainly use fragmentation bombs...

"BOMBS AWAY!"

... and demolition.






It was the easiest mission for the US 8th Air Force during the war.
In the cockpit of his P-51 Mustang fighter, Lieutenant Stone spotted a lone german single-engined fighter climb to intercept the bombers. The fighter seemed desperate to reach the bombers, as if he could do anything about the bombs which had already devastated the city a second time.

He didn't seem to notice Stone, or if he did, he did nothing to avoid him. He just flew straight ahead towards the bombers.

Stone positioned himself behind the german, and opened fire at point-blank range. The right wing of the german plane snapped in half, and flames broke out from the engine. The fighter careened wildly to the right, and spinned to the ground, in a slow spiral.

"Bail out, you idiot!", Stone thought. He wanted to see nothing more than a parachute coming from the german plane. It's one thing destroying a plane, it's another to kill the pilot.
No parachute came.

"This is a slaughter..."



On the ground, Kurt Voneguth watched the same plane, a black scar in the blue sky, plummeting to the earth. "I wonder who's in there?" he thought to himself.

Turning half-around, he called to Hans, the mechanic. "they're dropping us like flies. Will you still take long?"

"About 15 minutes, sir. We're tunning up the injectors."

"Well, I'll get on the plane then". Kurt grabbed his parachutte, and climbed onto the wing of his plane. They hadn't had time to wash the blood of Ulrich from his position, nor to mend the bullet holes.

He heard Hans from behind him, looking up to him. "You're not thinking of fighting the B-17's, are you, sir?"

"Why not?"

"Well, sir, this plane is a night-fighter, you have no radar-operator... and you haven't slept in over 24 hours."

Kurt chuckled. "I drank so much cofee, that'll be the least of my problems! Let's just hope I don't have to piss up there! If I have to, I'll aim at a yankee plane."

Hans shook his head. He could find no humour in the situation. "This is madness! you have no idea of day fighting techniques!"

Kurt entered the plane, and put on his sunglasses. "I'll learn".
He closed the canopy. "Let's check engines". The fighter roared into life as new. "Pressure ok.. rotations... all fine. Hans, I'm going."

The mechanics gathered outside to wave him goodbye. Hans knew he would never see him again. "I don't like this. He was a good man."

The night fighter pilots were the elite of the Luftwaffe, and were chosen from the best daylight pilots. Kurt Voneguth was an exception because he was albino and couldn't stand the sunlight. Thanks to his knowledge, and skill, he managed to join, proving his deficiency was more than made up for, since he had an excellent vison at night.

He has no difficulty climbing to the bomber's altitude... the escort P-51's are busy with different tasks...



Lieutenant Stone had received his orders. He didn't like them, but there was nothing he could do.
He was flying low over the city's main street now. He looked around, and saw a gathering of ambulances, firetrucks, medics and firemen, trying to put an end to a building ablaze.

He turned his fighter around. He aimed at the largest concentration of vehicles and people.

He pressed the trigger...



Kurt put on his oxygen mask. He set his goggles over his sunglasses. Nothing of his face remained in sight. Even though he wears the mask, his movements on daylight become heavy, and reflexes slower.

He sights a B-24.

"FOR ULRICH, AND FOR DRESDEN!", he yells as he fires. The heavy B-24 blows up like a firecracker.

"Hans should've seen this. And now... let another one come!"

"Ahh... there he is..."

He spots a B-17, and proceeds to attack it at the waist. With any luck, he'll snap it in half.
As he turns, the sun reflects off the bombers metalic surface.

"Blasted sun!"

The top turret swivels to face him, and opens fire. Tracers and bullets fly over Kurts head as he drops to attack the B-17 from bellow, like he did so many times before with the Lancasters.

The right wing is swept with bullets. the radar antenaes snap off. The right propeler blade breaks loose and smashes against the cockpit, just as the bullets devastate, in a shower of broken glass and twisted metal, the man called Kurt Voneguth.



As he watched the burning fighter plummeting downwards, Fox commented "You know, Falco, maybe the crew isn't as hopeless as I thought... Give my regards to Jimmy, the belly gunner. I'll buy him a drink when we land."



And alongside the thick collumn of smoke rising from Dresden, a smaller one, merely a thin strip of smoke, raced downwards as if opposing it's bigger companion, defying it...

In the bombing of Dresden, more than 100.000 people died. all civilians. It's one of the worst genocides of modern history. The city had no strategic importance, and no air defense. It was classified a "Terror Bombing" by Allied Command. It had 3 levels.
1st- The destruction of roofs and windows.
2nd- The burning of the city.
3rd- The destruction of repair resources.

Only 30 fighters opposed more than 3.000 allied bombers.
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Old Oct 9, 2002, 02:28 PM   #39
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i like your story iwata... but this is NAZI germany we're talking about...
The same country that killed a total of 1 million jews...

sorry... i can't sympothize
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Old Oct 9, 2002, 02:37 PM   #40
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Let me get this straight: this is not a propaganda leaflet!! This is a story that shows that even the best men do the worst things, I have no sympathy for nazi germanny, but when you attack civilians, just for the terror it causes, what does that make you..?
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Old Oct 9, 2002, 02:46 PM   #41
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Very good.. I'm not usually partial to War stories or movies or anything. But you put good feeling into this story...
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Old Oct 9, 2002, 02:52 PM   #42
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I put what I felt, factions aside. Being a history student teaches you to take a critical look on things past.
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Old Oct 9, 2002, 02:58 PM   #43
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i get what your saying iwata...

your story doesn't come off too much as a propaganda pamplet
-- just a little --


(BTW: I'm not too sure, i think it may have been 6 million rather than 1 and 3/4 million... the previously mentioned number was, i believe, from the three main concentration camps, rather than from the whole sha-bang)

and over-all, i think your story was very well written... i think you should consider submitting it to some magazines... i bet it would catch someones attention
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Old Oct 9, 2002, 03:07 PM   #44
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I was telling Lune over PM that I could've written about any WWII theater, but most are over-explored. Dresden was conveniently forgotten. Curiously enough, I got the idea after drinking tea in an old cup made in Dresden before WWII...
I accept suggestions on my next WWII story...

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Old Oct 9, 2002, 03:10 PM   #45
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Ouch!
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