- Reaction score
- 2
- Points
- 410
OK-try this:
The desert wind swung the saloon doors open, just ahead of a shambling, dust covered figure who lurched in from the blinding heat of the afternoon sun. He peered suspiciously around him at the figures lounging in the cool darkness of the bar, faces dimly lit by the glow of their monitors. The man straightened up and put one hand on the butt of his pistol. He spat, and then hissed menacingly:
"So-this is Army. ca, huh?"
"Yes, friend, that's us, sure enough. What's your thread gonna be?" asked the barkeep, nervously fingering the edge of his shiny black helmet. He edged closer to the "BANNED" button concealed under the bar.
"Huh" snorted the stranger "Ah kin see what y'all are. Miltant lezbeens, fat selfserving wastes of rations, n'every kinda knob there is. Scum."
Over in the corner Whiskey sat up straight in his chair and slowly slipped the strap on his holster, keeping his eyes on the man in the doorway. The stranger rambled on bitterly:
"Why, ah bet the guvamint jest loves all you knobs, don;t it. Is any of yuz from the Semi-Armoured Corps? Well? Is ya?"
The stranger took a menacing step forward and drew his pistol.The bartender raised a cautioning hand.
"Hey now, friend-we don't want no trouble here. We got enough folks pushing up daisies out on BANNED HILL. Put that..."
But he never got the words out of his mouth. At that second the door at the far end of the room crashed off its hinges, and The Government burst in, armed to the teeth. The huge, multi-headed figure stared down the now cowering stranger and growled:
"Drop that unregistered weapon, Medic36. Your ranting days are done. We're going to destroy you."
The stranger went to draw down, but The Government was faster. After several minutes of sustained firing of weapons of various calibres, Medic36 slid slowly to the floor in a pool of his own posts. Summoning his last breath, he gasped:
"Take care all you young men who are serving our country....yes I did only mention the men"
Then he rolled over and he died.
For a moment the saloon was silent, with only the desert wind keening outside in the empty street. Then the barkeep, slowly rising up from behind the bar (and adjusting his big black shiny visor) spoke slowly:
"Wow. Nice first post"
Cheers.
The desert wind swung the saloon doors open, just ahead of a shambling, dust covered figure who lurched in from the blinding heat of the afternoon sun. He peered suspiciously around him at the figures lounging in the cool darkness of the bar, faces dimly lit by the glow of their monitors. The man straightened up and put one hand on the butt of his pistol. He spat, and then hissed menacingly:
"So-this is Army. ca, huh?"
"Yes, friend, that's us, sure enough. What's your thread gonna be?" asked the barkeep, nervously fingering the edge of his shiny black helmet. He edged closer to the "BANNED" button concealed under the bar.
"Huh" snorted the stranger "Ah kin see what y'all are. Miltant lezbeens, fat selfserving wastes of rations, n'every kinda knob there is. Scum."
Over in the corner Whiskey sat up straight in his chair and slowly slipped the strap on his holster, keeping his eyes on the man in the doorway. The stranger rambled on bitterly:
"Why, ah bet the guvamint jest loves all you knobs, don;t it. Is any of yuz from the Semi-Armoured Corps? Well? Is ya?"
The stranger took a menacing step forward and drew his pistol.The bartender raised a cautioning hand.
"Hey now, friend-we don't want no trouble here. We got enough folks pushing up daisies out on BANNED HILL. Put that..."
But he never got the words out of his mouth. At that second the door at the far end of the room crashed off its hinges, and The Government burst in, armed to the teeth. The huge, multi-headed figure stared down the now cowering stranger and growled:
"Drop that unregistered weapon, Medic36. Your ranting days are done. We're going to destroy you."
The stranger went to draw down, but The Government was faster. After several minutes of sustained firing of weapons of various calibres, Medic36 slid slowly to the floor in a pool of his own posts. Summoning his last breath, he gasped:
"Take care all you young men who are serving our country....yes I did only mention the men"
Then he rolled over and he died.
For a moment the saloon was silent, with only the desert wind keening outside in the empty street. Then the barkeep, slowly rising up from behind the bar (and adjusting his big black shiny visor) spoke slowly:
"Wow. Nice first post"
Cheers.
