Stellar-Man: The Rise

[Khaos King]

Middle of Afghanistan, wednesday high noon, A small unit of Marines of 30 men fight off an attack of 300 afghani freedom fighters who are closing in on their outpost. The Marines have not been resupplied in nearly a month, radio is jammed. The civilian supply convoy has been bought off by the Afghani fighters leaving the Marines to fend for themselves while they run out of food and water while those in leadership argue among themselves and left forgotten.

Lt: Get on the Horn! Call it in!
We need air support ASAP!

Radio Man: On it, Sir!!

Lt: hold your positions, Marines!
sure shots only!

Marines: yes, Sir!

Lt: get the two forty up here!
I dont want them to leave that hill! *points at hill*
Ssgt! i want you manning it, cover our rear!

Ssgt: yes, Sir!

Afghani fighters on the hill begin to load their mortar tubes preparing to fire on the small outpost in the middle of nowhere as the Ssgt opens fire mowing them down.

ratatatatata!! 50 rounds fly out within seconds.. the mortar tubes are knocked down and explode one of the tubes stays up and launches an explosive round as it whines toward the outpost.

Ssgt: incoming!

The Marines do what they were trained to do and go flat while maintaining eyes on the overwhelming enemy who are approaching closer as the explosion rocks the outpost.. Marine's hear ringing in their ears ignoring it and continuing to fight. Some are hit with shrapnel ignoring the pain while others are not so lucky.

Marine: Medic!!
I need a Medic over here!

the Marine runs to his fellow warrior more of a brother then a friend opening his med kit he pulls out his tourniquet wrapping it around the Marine's bloody and useless arm.. he pours coagulate on the exposed muscle hoping to further stop the bleeding.

Marine: I need a Medic!
dont worry, bro. you'll be fine..

Wounded Marine: go! i'll be fine man your post!

the Marine knows it is a lie but runs back opening fire to the insurgents who are using micro terrain for cover.. The Wounded Marine takes back his position with his one good arm and continues firing and dies from loss of blood manning his position...


Lt: where is our support?!

Radio Man: ETA is 15 minutes L.T.!

Lt: we dont have 15 minutes!
you heard them Marines! we hold out for 15 minutes!


One of the afghani fighters on top of the hill hoists a rocket launcher as he fixes target on the outpost and fires!

L.T.: Rocket Launcher, seek cover!!

The Marines get up and run and jump out of the way as the explosion further destroys their small outpost, sand bag walls disintegrate losing the small cover it provided.

L.T. :I need a sound off!!

Marines dust themselves off as they take back their position and continue firing, one of the Marines takes aim at the afghani fighter who is reloading the rocket launcher and fires.. one shot one kill, the bullet middle of the chest hitting his heart. Marines returning fire sound off, One! Two! Three! Four! Five!... 22!

L.T. We are Marines it will take more then some sissy sand n#&&@r battalion to take us down! Give them hell show them why we are called Devil Dogs!

L.T.: how we doing back there, Ssgt?!

Ssgt: taking names and kicking @$$, Sir!

L.T.: that's what i wanna here!

Radio Man: Sir! air support is here and they're coming in hot!

L.T.: Everyone down!


three black hawk choppers rising from behind the hills, the afghani fighters seeing them run head 1st on a suicide mission toward the outpost knowing either way they are dead, firing wildly, tossing grenades, rocket launchers anything they can throw at the small Marine Unit.

The Black Hawk choppers open fire mowing them down in mid run, firing rockets 100's of men go down in machine gun fire and explosions. The Marines shooting pop shots when possible.


The smoke clears the field of battle is silent afghani fighters dead or dying.. the outpost destroyed, small fires burn, Marine's look up covered in ash as they see the black Hawk Choppers fly by and come around...

Marines: where's L.T.?
Dead... and the Ssgt?

Ssgt: i'm hurt bad Marines, arrgh!
took shrapnel to the gut...

Marines: you're gonna be fine, Ssgt.. we'll get you out of this..

the Black Hawk Choppers land as the Marines take their critically wounded to the chopper.

Marines: they'll take care of you Ssgt!
you'll see your kid soon..

Ssgt in the back of the black hawk as he is taken back to base strains to hold his guts in and ignore the pain while the onboard medic hooks him up with I.V.

Ssgt: i aint gonna make it doc...

the medic looks down at him and doesnt answer back as he watches the Ssgt gurgle on his own blood... the last thoughts the Ssgt has as he is embraced by the darkness...

"Please, father. take care of my family. I'm sorry........"



Medic: this one is dead......... lost too much blood..

[primepower53]

This is good. Sad ending, but good. This is the kind of story that makes you think about stuff like that y'know?

[Khaos King]

The abyss where thought and reality merge and become nothing, the edge of consciousness and the phsyical world come to an end. Yet, something stirs in this void without name. the echoes of a man's final prayers reaches this realm stirring it's inhabitant, Please, Father. Take care of my family. I'm sorry... The pain of loss and trauma stirs this ancient being once more, the prayers of a father and warrior for the safety of his family mixed with regret.

Aye, the ancient will rise once more to answer the prayer of his child.

eyes shine in the dark abyss now fully awaken returning to the physical material plane.


One Week.
Location: Cemetary
occasion: Warriors Funeral

Marine's in their dress blues with rifle perform the fallen warrior's 21 gun salute.

Marine: Ready. Aim, Fire! crackle

The rifle crackles and fires in unison. the mourners, friends, family and fellow Warriors hold back their sadness and tears.

Marine: Ready. Aim, Fire!

Marine's fold the American Flag draped over the Fallen Marine's Casket and ceremoniously walk to his wife handing it over. she cries while her young son holds her hand. If this were not an already sad moment protesters gather outside the gates and picket the Fallen Marine as they spit on his name, disgusted by his uniform and actions in life.

A man watches from the distance wearing a light tan trench coat leaning behind a tree beneath the shade on this bright sunny day. He observes and waits and is sadden and disgusted by the people at the gate. The funeral ends as the mourners leave one by one past the crowd and news camera, the boy looks behind him and notices the stranger behind the tree and lock eyes. As they leave the stranger approaches the tombstone and runs his fingers on the Fallen Warrior's name, Daniel C. Castilli.

Stranger: "Do not mourn me for i live in your heart and blood, my Wife my Son."

The stranger rises unto his feet closing his eyes he sees images of this Fallen Warrior's life, a father witnessing the birth of his son, times of happiness with his family and the final thoughts of fear and battle only wishing to see his family once more, to stand beside them and protect them. The shame of failing to live.

2 Months later.............
Location: Cemetery

Boy: Everyone keeps telling me how you were a hero and i should be proud.
But, you're not and i'm not proud. you left me and mom alone. she's pregnant, she thinks i dont notice her when she is worried about how to pay the bills.
Still waiting for your life insurance to get through the same government that you so loved and protected wont even give us the money that you earned when you died.

you could have stayed, you could have gotten out, instead you went off to play with guns and leave me and mom alone.
your life, your career it all came 1st while we suffered and moved around. I hate you.

The Boy reaches into his pocket pulling out a granite stone belt buckle, a two headed serpent one head where the tail should be.

Boy: here, this is yours.
i found it while boxing up your stuff.
Mom said it was important to you so here.

he places it on his tombstone as he wipes his tears and gets up to walk away. As he begins to leave he notices the same man from the funeral from months earlier in the same trench coat.

Stranger: I wouldnt leave something so valuable behind especially when it holds so much sentimental value.
It could be stolen.

Boy: who are you? I saw you at my father's funeral.
Have you been following me?

Stranger: I knew of your father, he was a good warrior, noble.
He asked me to look after you.

Boy: sure he did..
what are you a stalker?
you still didnt answer my question.

The Stranger walks toward the Tombstone leaning down and picking up the granite belt buckle, his eyes glow upon contact electricity sparks but goes unnoticed by the boy. you can call me Nican, Nehautl (I am, I).

Boy: what kinda name is that.

Stranger: It is not english.

The stranger with palm extended reaches out to the boy to take back the Granite Buckle.

Stranger: this was your father's, i think he would want you to have it.
It has been with his family for a long time. it is why it was so important to him.

Boy: how do you know?
i know you werent a Marine, not with hair like that.

Stranger: i was once a warrior like your father, but i did not serve with him. I know your father because we are family, you and I.

The boy takes back the buckle as the stranger walks back.

Stranger: Dont lose it. It's you're heritage......... Quinn.

The boy looks down at the two headed granite serpent buckle rubbing it...

Boy: wait how do you know my name?

He looks up and sees the stranger gone.

Boy: were did he go?
what a weirdo braided hair and beard, probably a hippy.
should probably ask mom about the dude..
what did he say his name was, Nican, Nehuatl?

Storm clouds swirl and darken high above answering the question posed by the boy as thunder crackles and lightning strikes down on the boy while looking at the granite buckle. Where once stood a boy now stands an imposing figure in gold armor, Helm and ancient leather and white robes.

Boy: what just happen?!

confused as he stares at his leather gloved hands and forearm gold bracers. A voice speaks to him in the edge of his consciousness reassuring him..

"Your Father did not abandon you, leaving you alone.."

[Khaos King]

Jul 11, 2011 12:17:44 GMT -5 primepower53 said:

This is good. Sad ending, but good. This is the kind of story that makes you think about stuff like that y'know?

yeh. I actually took inspiration from an actual event to write the opening.