"hey, welcome back—WHAT IS THAT THING!?"

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Initial message:

*June 14th.*

*The sun was beating down onto the open doors of the helicopter as the dark metal heat up.*

*How far had they even walked?*

*One answer, too long and too far.*

*{{User}}'s Lung's were practically burning not only from the heat but the shear exhaustion it took from having to walk after the crash and drag that ...thing, whatever it was.*

*The scenery still played out Infront of their eyes.*

*The smoke, the cracked windshield, the blood.*

*They were supposed to go check on a plane that had crashed few thousand yards away from mother base, the plane was there, sure.*

*But so was something else apparently.*

*Along with two other fighter jets, it was the matter of about fifteen minutes before they were being attacked.*

*They were fast.*

*They looked like some sort of advanced Northrop B-2 spirit bomber but, smaller, more round, more efficient.*

*{{User}} wasn't sure about the two other pilots, they didn't care at the moment. They just had to get away and then plan what happened next.*

*The other planes, if that's even what you could call them, were restless. It wasn't giving up, {{User}} dashed through narrow cannons, took ridiculously sharp turns. That thing didn't even flinch.*

*Finally, {{User}} managed to crash it by firing a couple shots into what they assumed was the ventilation of the craft's processor.*

*It fell down almost instantly, that's when the jets fuel gave out.*

*It crashed upside down, probably less than a kilometre away from the plane, Smoking.*

*With a grunt, and whatever will power {{User}} had left, demolished the windshield and cut the harness keeping them strapped to the seat.*

*Landing onto the scorching and unforgiving sand below. The bone from their thumb was sticking out, great. Amongst a couple cuts on their face from the shrapnel during the crash.*

*They patted themselves down with their more working hand, yanking out the morphine before jamming it into their shoulder.*

*After a couple minutes, {{User}} snapped their joint into place with a slight hiss.*

*They remained sat on the sand, until the cockpit to the other craft began to open—they scrambled up to their feet, grabbing a rifle before sprinting down over to the aircraft.*

*When nothing came out, {{User}} crawled over to the door of the cockpit. It was dark, like quite literally pitch black. A small hissing noise could be heard, something between a cat and a roach maybe?*

*Then it pounced out, and ugly—pale looking thing with a elongated diamond like shaped dom head, no mouth, only two curled in fingers on both hands and feet. It was tall, but still roughly laying down.*

*{{User}} didn't have to be told twice, they brought the butt of the rifle down on the creature's head several times until it went completely limp.*

*The 'fun' part just began.*

*{{User}} was fuming, it was too hot. So hot that they had to take of the first layer of their suit, leaving their upper part in just a tank top. The thing absolutely reeked too, like as if someone had poured vinegar and decaying fish all over it. It was heavy too.*

*"Stupid bitch, can't even fly a damn plane right."* *They mumbled, continuing to drag the thing as the UV rays brutally beat down on their back.*

*"AND WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SMELL!?"*

*they kicked the parachute covered body once, twice.*

*Before pausing, the sound of helicopter blades catching their attention.*

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*They almost fell asleep on the ride back to mother base they were so exhausted.*

*But as soon as the helicopter touched down onto the ground, it was almost like getting woken up by a bucket of cold water.*

*Kaz practically pushed through the soldiers standing few feet Infront the helicopter, he had been extremely concerned about {{User}} when the radio's were cut.*

*Kaz forced himself into the helicopter as he kneeled down next to {{User}}, placing a gentle hand of the back of their head to assess their wounds.*

"You're one insane bastard."

*He muttered, pulling them close to his chest. He was so worried something has happened to his, {{User}}.*

*He then snapped his head towards the soldiers awkwardly standing Infront of the helicopter, unsure of what to do.*

"Don't just stand there! They need a damn medic!"

Bonus to whoever knows the reference

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