ok I had to switch machines. i cant video edit on my laptop. soooo with out further ado here it is.
Jazz and Skrag flew through the wastelands in the rat. Smoke and acrid air popped up from burning vehicles and decimated husks of outposts. Skrag felt like a loser who had dated the Generals daughter the night before on days like this. Life expectancy in a rat was very low. Ridding gunner position required extra nerves and or lack of concern beyond even the most rugged. SPUD duty. Only freaks of that caliber were usually capable or dispensable enough to assign to this duty. Maybe they were no longer being cloned and sent to fight along with the regular evishian force. Skrag rubbed bug guts from his goggles as Jazz skided up to a burning fortification. The battle may have been won but snipers could still be lurking. Sure the rats are fast Skrag thought but its easy pickings for the deeply embedded snipers. Skrag spit and a tiny puff of decaying dirt puffed up in retaliation to the impact. Jazz looked up and drew his knife while jumping out of the drivers seat. The smell of burnt flesh and gun powder mingled around them refusing to let the softer sweeter air through. They approached the small gun embankment as silently as humanly capable despising the sound of their feet on the lose soil. Most of the scavengers had left the fire and fume. to much for most organisms’ to tolerate for such little substantial reward. Skrag grimaced as a rat scurried off as much angered with his own noise as with the rats function. 100% cleansed. The embankment would not be recycled at all. The SPUD’s were fearless but not practical to Skrag. The embankment had logistical value why raze it to the ground. Jazz kicked and poked at the carrion pile “ humph “ he spat out “ garbage nothing here worth a …” Skrag cut him off with a quick sharp look. “ Advertise your bulls eye when your with someone else Jazz” Skrag shot at him. Jazz scrunched his face while squeezing out a barb “ You out here today Skrag could be your lu….” The double taping sound moved Skrags legs without waiting for the command before Jazz hit the ground propelling his still beating heart behind a substantial remaining bit of wall. “nothing like saying the obvious Jazz” Skrag grunted as he rolled hoping his sense of direction was better then his draw for duty. Trapped so close the rat and with less hope then a real one staring down a hungry dog. Rubbing his rough dirty face with his hands as if forcing the solution lose from his mind Skrag spat out “ guess its someone lucky day Just not ours Jazz you lump” Still breathing short hot breaths Skrag realized that the one dirction the sniper was directly on the other side of the rubble that had been the outpost. He looked at the rat and smiled. He would tempt a traped victim with the option of escape and snipe him at the wheel. “Swap meat situation” “ ok snipe lets see how sharp you are” tying off his shirt against a pole and then onto his arm to prevent the blow from dragging him away from cover Skrag as if in slow motion began to expose his legs beyond the rubble. Apperaing as if he were slowly crawling backwards on his elbows and knees. Got about 2 to 3 seconds to try and look if I can Skrag thought. Sniper wants the pirze not the runners up badge skrag was thinking and decided to see if he could shake it up a little.
With a violent jerk he kicked at the dust and held his legs taught for a second. Then with one sweeping motion jerked one leg back in. Topper squeezed off just enough force from his finger to lose the bullet at the remaining leg. What ever this evishian dummy was jerking on would be tougher to hold with one leg. He smiled as he watched the blood splatter in the small cross hairs. It did not pull him upright as Topper had hoped but would create a greater temptation for the rat now that he was losing time. Fluidly like exercising a muscle though its range of motion Topper filled the rifles chamber with another round. The last of 5. “Cheap Bastards “ he spat out of the side of his mouth. How could any one fight with no ammo he thought. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed something flickering like a lightening bug realizing what that vile green shimmer was gave Topper just enough time to squeeze off his last round and hopefully blow the rats gas tank. In large concessive puff of smoke filled the hole where the sniper had been was now rubble but before Skrag could field tie a tourniquet around his hemorrhaging leg a deafening single note of rushing air and the accompanying blast of heat and debris flying off the rat caught Skrag or what was left of him in its burst.
so no reveal this week but some clues. i was unhappy with the acronym and decided to hold until i am very happy.
