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Shit! We need help down here!'' The unknown voice booming over the microphone. The sound of bullets whistling past me, my finger pressing the trigger repeatedly, returning the hostile fire. ''Shit I'm shot!'' My companion yells beside me, I look too him, but as I do, A stray bullet shatters into my shoulder, knocking me instantly too the floor, as I hit the floor, Incapacitated, My thoughts wonder too ''How the fuck, did I get here..'' I begin to remember... My name is Damon Woollard, I'm a security officer on the Athena station, owned by the terraformation Company ''Cent Com'' My primary job is too protect the station from Rogue operatives,

We are the lost ones you and I The last the true refusing to say die Each battle could mean our last We try to stay out of the past But in the end we fight Remembering what was right And in the end we die With only one question why But when all seems lost A glimmer of hope stand near Waiting to make itself seen Shining inside the lone bunker Closed in a symbol of death Humans always so fast to act Track the unknown hope Great battles rage over this box In the end only one man gets there Wounded he can no longer fare With his final breath and his final move He presses the button covered in death This button does not bring p

It was only a few hours after the escape shuttle had left Apollo station 17 when Damon woke up, but only to find himself on board still. Damon stands up and walks over to the beaten and battered escape hallway to find another person just sitting there, "What’s your name?" asked Damon. A reply came back “Rene Duskbane." Damon looks at her for a second then asks “so why aren't you on the shuttle?" Another reply came back “Because I didn't make it in time." Damon nods his head "So I estimate the repair crews will arrive in a couple of hours, I suggest we wait for them, and then we hitch a ride without them aboard." Rene n

Some Passeges and Poems i have written over the years, thought i would share them here. I'm a young man, seen as innocent and kind person by most people. But underneath my mask lay a tortured heart, my heart, once pure and full of wisdom is getting corrupted by dark thoughts. With nothing but pain in my past doubt in my future, I stand here, numb from the sorrow that gripped me. Every day I struggle to protect my soul from my inner demon. This is my life and I'm at war....... -------------------------------------------------- Faded energy, be wrapped with vibe, That send through air and space divide. To stars and night, the moons and bright,