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| Deepak(Repost) | | | Author: | | | IP: | 1Cust92.XXXX | | Date: | 11/07/01 12:11 | | Game Type: | Other | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 0, Max: , Min:
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I have no clue why that white bar is there, please tell me in the comments section.
Welcome To Another CaughtNaked Report!
This is less of a report and more of a fan fiction, due to the fact that my current computer was made in 1992 it cant handle the stress of starcraft sadly. So until I get a better one that can make actual battlereports your gonna have to settle for this story. So gather around the majestic glow of the computer and ill tell you a tale, a tale of destiny, of vengeance, of honor. A tale of that can only be told in the style of CaughtNaked.....
11:44 AM Jade’s Gun Shop, Jacksonville Florida
A scruffy man bust though the bar door. Scotts on the rocks he shouts to the bar keep and takes a seat at the closest bar stool. The bar tender scrolls off to make the drink. The scruffy man sits there waiting unpatiently, hes obviously been through some troubles on the home front.
"Whats the matter hombre, not getting the loving from your sugar baby dollie hubada cheekie wo0t~!"
An obviously drunk man sitting next to him asks.
"Go fuck yourself chinco"
The scruffy man replies.
"Harde har har, god damn spicks always mumble hum bada yip, ANOTHER BEER!"
The bar tender returns with the scotch.
"I think you’ve hit your limit cowboy." replies the bar tender.
"Why I outa..."
"The drunk gets up.
"I said I want A god damn beer--"
He gets cut short as he trips over the bar stool.
"Ah...fuck ya...bum bidde mubada..." He declares as he walks out.
"Que pasa?" The bar tender asks.
"Ahhh... mind your own damn business."
He takes a sip of the drink.
Another man sits down, obviously on some sort of body building steroid.
"Yo, hit me with something hard! Well ill be damned, if it aint Deepak Veliath!"
"Who the hell are you?"
"Ya don’t remember yer old gang banger these days huh?"
"SuperCod?"
The scruffy man had forgotten all about this asshole.
"The one and only."
"I thought they arrested you for sodomy back in 3043?"
"Eh, I got paroled."
"I see."
He takes another sip.
"So what ya been up to pak?"
"Trying to stay straight, damn pigs up my ass every place I turn..."
"Them new god damn hover cams every where impossible to hide now. They out looking for you?"
"I duno, that bomb leveled the old FBI HQ last month, was hoping that took care of all my troubles."
"Nah, they got that shit backed up the ass. If I were you id get my ugly ass up to Canada or some other shit hole where they wont check."
"I aint scared of no god damn pigs, if they want me they can come get me"
A siren is heard in the distance.
"Fuck, I smell bacon..." the guard by the door declares.
The bar tender flips a switch and the bar turns to a gun shop. A man knocks on the steel door and the scruffy man kills his drink.
"Police, open up!"
The guard opens the door.
"What can I do for you officer?"
The man walks through the door with the new G1246-NervTangler. It apparently doesn’t hurt much depending on how you fall but its very embarrassing.
"So, you gentle men realize that the selling of alcohol has been outlawed in the good state of Florida since 39 right?"
"Of course officer, what brings you here today?"
"We’ve been getting reports of public drunkenness lately all focused around this building. Mind if I take a look arou--"
The officer spots the scruffy man.
"Well look who I stumbled upon... Deepak Veliath."
"Go fuck your self, I aint got a clue who the hell that is."
"Is that so?"
The officer pulls out a remote control looking device with a flat screen on the top and points it at the man.
"Thats funny, your heat signatures are a lot alike."
"I tell you what, why dont I give you a small tip for your good service and you can be on your way?"
He pulls out 3 red bills and hands them to the officer.
"Bribery, thats 3 years hard time."
The officer says as he takes the bills. Your gonna have to come on down to the station with me. He pulls out a small silvery looking bar and molds it into hand cuffs.
"Bitch, try it."
The scruffy man pulls a hang gun from his belt buckle and points it at the officer. The officer points the G1246 at the man. They engage in a stare down.
"Make your move hanna."
The officer says.
"Its up to you how this goes down."
The man pulls the trigger and 3 rapid shots fly off, hit the officer and bounce off his armour.
"Haha, that it?"
He shoots a green ray from the gun and the scruffy man drops to the ground shaking violently. The officer takes his radio off his belt.
"Im gonna need a carrier, you wont believe who I just stumbled upon."
"Who?"
"Fucking Deepak Veliath!"
"From the Maru clan a few months ago? The one that toasted the FBI HQ?"
"Damn straight"
"Your one lucky mother fucker."
A large van pulls up with a turret CF-Max rapid fire machine gun hovering above it. The officer drags the man off through the door and into the van.
2:18 PM Unknown Location
The scruffy looking man wakes up in a cell. The front door is open with a white line drawn across the entrance. He knows crossing that line while the electrical field is up wont be pleasant so he sits tight. A chubby man dressed in an expensive suit walks by.
"Welcome to WiZZ." The chubby man says.
Not this fucking dump, the man knows this is where the government sends all the hackers and other idiots.
"Your gonna be hear awhile, Im Bob, but you can call me newt."
Great, Ive heard of this asshole.
"I think you know the rules here, dont cross the line and you’ll be fine."
"Shove a frost up your ass."
Frost being the latest version of a dildo on the black market.
"There are two ways to play it here, the easy way and the hard way, the hard way only makes my job harder and your life a living hell."
"Shove a frost up your ass." He repeats.
"Have it your way"
He says as he walks away. The man sits in his cell plotting his chances of breaking out. He considers charging through the line and praying his brain doesn’t shut off but then a hover bot floats by and seeing the blade on the bottom realizes that even if he makes it out he wont live long anyways. Wizz is paid by the government to hold prisoners, they wont miss one more. He lays down and takes a nap in the corner of his cell.
5:36 Wizz, Washington DC
Three large men come to the man’s cell dressed in combat gear. One knocks on the cell door, the other turns off the electrical field.
"Wake your ass up, its time for neurorealignment"
The man wakes up.
"What?"
"We’re gonna turn you into the perfect citizen."
Crap he’d heard of this, they we’re gonna mold his brain so that he’d have no choice but to obey commands by an officer. Shit they’d only do this if they were putting him in the army. If that were true chances are he wouldn’t have a chance to serve his sentence with those god damn zerg on the loose.
"Fuck that, your gonna have to kill me first."
The largest guard took out a bar with blue sparks shooting off. He walks into the cell.
"Have it your way."
The scruffy man razes his arms prepared for a fight but with one his of the bar he drops to the floor.
6:02 PM Wizz, Washington DC
The scruffy man wakes up with a killer headache and strapped into a chair. A few geeky scientists are staring at him.
"Ahhh, your awake. hehe *oink*."
Crap, must be genetically altered, never can trust a freak.
"But the helmet on iggy."
The ugliest of the 4 walks up to him. Scrawny fellow, his mother was probley bred with a lizard from the looks of him. He takes something from above him and straps it on his head under his chin. The pig-like one walks to a set of computers and keys a few commands. Tap, tap tap. Then all of a sudden the scruffy man’s eyes roll back into his head and he goes limp.
"Hehe, bet that don’t feel good, hehe, *oink*."
8:00 PM Location Unknown.
"WELCOME TO THE MARINES!"
There are about 100 men lined up in 5 rows.
"IM YOUR COMMANDER, YOU MAY CALL ME DINO DIN!"
Dino was known for his random bitching about polices and stirring up trouble.
"YOU WILL OBEY ME! IF YOU DO NOT THERE WILL BE PUNISHMENTS! UNDERSTAND!?"
"Sir, Yes sir!" The soldiers shout, the scruffy man at the front line.
A large screen floats down from the ceiling.
"Hello soldiers."
The men recognize her.
"Hello President Collys!"
Collys was known for her great beauty, good thing she beat out that bitch Ana thinks Dino.
"Soldiers, do you understand why you are here? You are here to fight the Zerg in the name of humanity. They have landed on the 2nd moon of Mars. It is time we make our stand. You will board this drop ship, land on the moon, and rid it forever of Zerg presence. Is that understood men?”
"Mam, Yes mam!" The shoulders shout, a few with erections.
The men climb into the 10 drop ships that are there and the roof opens up. They are on a space station somewhere in orbit above the earth. The ships launch into the sun.
2:19 PM 2nd Moon of Mars
The drop ships land the men are freed from there chambers and they scramble out. They are equip with the latest M39 Rifles and stim packs. It has recently been discovered that stim is additive and outlawed. The men form 5 rows again with the scruffy man in the same spot as before. Medics pile out of a special drop ship and line up behind the first line.
"GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE SECOND MOON OF MARS! THE ZERG ARE LOCATED .3 MILES NORTH OF OUR CURRENT POSITION! SCOUTS HAVE SHOWN THAT A LARGE ZERG BASE OF OPERATIONS HAVE BEEN SET UP! WRAITHS ARE CURRENTLY CARPET BOMBING THE LOCATION BUT SCOURGE ARE HOLTING THERE SUCCESSES! OUR MISSION TO PLAY DECOY SO THAT THE VALKS CAN GET SOME CHEAP SHOTS ON THE ZERGS AIR FORCE! UNDERSTOOD!?”
"Sir, Yes Sir!" Reply the troops.
"FALL OUT, ATTACK MOVE!"
"The troops move steadily north as wraiths sore overhead. The troops move silently as no orders were given to speech. They would shoot themselves in the foot on command, these are killing machines. In the distance purple goo is seen with organic like structures. A large battle is going on, but it is unclear between who. The troops move closer and a dragon like creature flys by. The men open fire and the creature screams and shoots a bug at one of the medics. She lets out a cry as it eats through her suit. Another medic stops next to her and begins operation. The rest of the troops move on. The organic structures are insight now. In the distance a row of 200 dog like creatures are making there way toward the men. given to speech. They would shoot themselves in the foot on command, these are killing machines. In the distance purple
"HOLD POSITION!"
"All the men stop at once. They take aim at the dogs as they grow closer.
"FIRE!"
"A huge burst of bullets goes flying in the direction of the dog like creatures, I believe known as zerglings. Many fall down, a bloody corps with red ozze flowing out of there limbs. This seems to excite the other animals and they only run faster. The marines firing steady is not enough to finish them. The zerglings thrash into them. The scruffy man fires his best but is slashed down, missing a leg. Blood fills the air as unhuman cryies are heard. The medics go to work, and with there help the zerglings are put to rest finally. With many troop losses the move forward through the dead corps of there lost comrades. One medic stays behind with the scruffy man and applies a chemical to his wound. A new leg grows out of the current gap.
"Thank you."
"Its my job."
The two move forward together slightly behind the rest of the pack. 8 huge balloon like creatures float over the general army and land behind the two. The main armies now reduced to around 20 cant not finish off the huge creatures in time to stop them from dropping there cargo. 3 are shredded into patches of skin though, and the others can only drop off minimum amounts of zerg. But these zerg are the most hideous of all. They burrow below ground and spikes shoot up at the main pack.
"MOVE LEFT! .15 MILES!" Shouts Dino.
The main army moves off.
"Headquarters request for scan, lurkers up the ass."
Blue crystals fill the air and the lurkers suddenly appear.
"STIM AND ENGAGE!"
The marines pop there stim packs.
"Ahhh thats the shit"
They charge blindly at the enemy firing. Spikes rip many apart into bloody limbs the medics hopelessly attempt to revive them. Eventually the lurkers parished with only 6 marines left. One being the scruffy man, his medic a wretched corps lying next to him. There general dead the men are on there own.
"What now?" asks the scruffy man.
"Continue with mission objectives."
That solider has obviously been warped beyond repair. The scruffy man reaches deep into his conscious to think of a logical solution. He realizes they have no evact so he might as well join the other 5. The 6 men move forward into the fray without there beloved general.
4:36 PM Zerg Encampment
The 6 reach a ledge above the Zerg main.
"Contact headquarters, tell them we are ready to lay down cover fire."
One of the men reaches into his pack.
"HQ, objective 1 accomplished, send in the valks."
"Roger." His radio buzzes.
They wait 3 minutes and sure enough 12 valks charge into the scene. The 6 remaining troops fire at the mutalisks the zerg sent to engage them. They ignore the marines and head into the valks. Spore richoche of the valks and land on them causing much damage. 3 die, then other 3 wounded and poisoned by the spores. The valks kill the mutalisks and continue to hunt down scourge.
"HQ, we are severely wounded, requesting medic."
"Negative, all medics are in transit. Hold position till 18:20."
"Thats fucking 2 hours away, we wont make it!"
"Sorry troops, hold tight, we’re doing all we can." She breaks the communication link.
"So we’re fucked." Says the scruffy man, the best off of the 3.
"We have no choice, lets just sit tight."
They huddle around with there eyes at the encampment ready to fight till the death. There 3 troops dead next to them, the spores slowly eating at there bodies.
5:24 PM Zerg Encampment
"What the fuck is that?"
A large warhead is dropping from the sky.
"Fuck, looks like they gave up on carpet bombing! Lets get the fuck outa here!"
They do there best to run but the spores are slowly eating the away from the insides. They collapse from the pain just as the warhead hits. A blinding white flash fills the sky and there bodies disenergrate.
The Next Week. 6:57 PM Daily News
"The three brave soldiers stood there own till the end, fighting for humanity."
A picture is shown from a satellite of the explosion and zooms in on the scruffy mans face as he is blown apart. A sad classical tune is played in the background.
"These troops will be honored in the history books for there courage and unwavering dedication the UED. RIP good soldiers. This is Maya Scollo, good night."
The screen fades to black as it goes to commercials.
The End.
Sorry if I offended anyone, its just a story get over it. I hope everyone enjoyed it and please comment!
My sites going up next tuesday. We need a starcraft, warcraft, and diablo site. If you have
one email me and we'll host ya for free. We also need a few more news posters and forum
admin, my emails CaughtNaked39@aol.com if your interested.
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