Saga Gamma Cell- Entries of a Strike Team (Action/Adventure/Drama)--UPDATED 11/23/09

How's it going, ZEGO? I'm looking forward to the next part.

 

As promised. The second half of my earlier chapter. Enjoy!

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GAMMA CELL- ENTRY #4-2:


The Gammas lumbered with irresolution, watching Solus prowl across the ring like a ravenous beast searching for a fight, all the while removing the snaps of his chest plate locks one by one. The old commando was more fit than anyone would?ve initially thought for someone of his age, dwelling in that strange phase between raw muscle and flab, but still remotely solid all over. If any of them thought he was only slightly intimidating before, this was their wakeup call. The only one he?d allow them.

?He wants to spar with us?!? Brice swallowed past the lump in his throat, then nervously backed away with reluctance, even jumping as their commander?s chest plate battered the ground with a loud bang.

?Of course. I?m not surprised in the least.? Merid confirmed. ?It was only a matter of time before this part played into Solus? goals. It?s just like back in basic training. But I will say it was the one part I was least looking forward to.?

?Yeah, as basic as you get.? Brice shrugged. ?We weren?t trained to handle someone like Solus. Look at him, Merid! He?s as old as my father, but with guns like a Wookiee?and then he has actual guns!? Brice?s nervous blubbering, while not soft spoken, was not technically unfounded, either. Deep down, Merid and Quintana agreed with him. Neither of them wanted to go to blows with a man like Solus, even if it was only for training purposes.

?I think that?s kinda the point, Brice. But regardless, one of us has to go up there.? Quintana?s eyes met with unease as she spoke with her teammates. ?Any takers??

A mere second after Quintana had finished speaking; a metallic thump rang from behind her, striking a frightened jolt from the Gammas as they turned in place to investigate. Ryle?s silver hilt lay alone on the ground, still wobbling in circles from its tossed impact and kicking up a small layer of dust into the air. There it would stay and wait until he returned to claim it. The Gamma Captain placed a large, single boot onto the fractured bottom step of the stairs and began to climb.

?Well that was easy.? Brice whispered in relief as the flushed redness of his skin began to fade.

?Shhhh!? Quintana quickly hushed him with a finger.

Solus suddenly halted his prowling march at the sight of Ryle?s ascension into the ring. His gaze was long and unflinching, the same as the one staring back at him. An instant of discomfort stung the young warrior as he neared closer to the wild whipping of the flames, only calming once he passed them. Though, it was not much more than a minor quench of the body, Solus caught eye of the occurrence rather easily, yet chose to dismiss it in favor of taking some final arm stretches before they began.

Ryle joined him in his preparation, grinding his thick shoulders in circular reps, simultaneously falling to a sideward bend of his perfectly defined legs. Youth was certainly on his side in this bout, a tool that can sometimes offset even those most adept with field experience. Terhi had already shown hints of a greater skill, but only now would it at last be showcased for all to witness. When the two of them were finally finished, they instinctively lowered into their preferred fighting stances.

Solus took the traditional form of the martial arts conceived by the Imperial military, keeping his balled fists elevated and separate from each other, elbows tucked close to the body. One leg was presented forward as the other hung back, a classic technique for balancing both offensive and defensive means. The old commando expected much of the same from his opponent, but rightfully appeared surprised to see him display something much different. Terhi

 

First post! Loved the fight; it seemed for a moment that the captain might win...usually in such stories they get destroyed immediately by their trainer. Excellent writing, etc.

Raptor517

 

Awesome chapter and very well written fight scene. You have a mastery of description and it paints such a vivid picture. I could read this like a movie playing out in my mind, step by step and play by play.

I look forward to seeing how Ryle progresses and the team come closer together. Great job and very well worth the wait. Kudos!!

 

I just started reading this but I wanted to quickly post a response telling you what a great read it has been so far. This is without a doubt my type of character driven story. I have some minor issues with the first few posts but I think you are hammering those out as you go alonong so I am sure by later post I will have no problems loving this story even more

 

WHOA! This fight scene rocked! Expert descriptions, bro. It kinda reminded me of a UFC fight, and that is a VERY good thing in my opinion. Even though Ryle doesn't speak the most out of the Gammas, you somehow manage to make us captivated with him. Actions do speak louder than words. I'm also intrigued to know why he hates fire so much to the point of seizuring when around it.

Your interpretation of Solus was rock solid as usual IMO. I was really floored at the scene where he wished to help Ryle, but knew he had a role to play as the uncompromising teacher. There was a strong confliction there and you brought it to life beautifully. Solus continues to impress me. Or maybe I being congratulating Skalenfehl on creating such a great character?

Awesome job, ZEGO!

 

Awsome writing ZEGO!

 

Landon, eventually I will be releasing a string of tales about Solus' past. I've really enjoyed creating this character and I miss writing about Alpha Squad, but that's all in the past. Gamma Cell truly is a new and delightful gemstone. If you guys have liked this story so far, I dare say you ain't seen nothing yet!

 

First post! Loved the fight; it seemed for a moment that the captain might win...usually in such stories they get destroyed immediately by their trainer. Excellent writing, etc.

Thanks! My original idea something like that, but whenever I write these chapters, the first thing in my mind is try not to be cliche. Always leave an opening for something new to progress.


Awesome chapter and very well written fight scene. You have a mastery of description and it paints such a vivid picture. I could read this like a movie playing out in my mind, step by step and play by play.


I look forward to seeing how Ryle progresses and the team come closer together. Great job and very well worth the wait. Kudos!!


Thanks, Skalen! Fight scenes are probably the hardest thing to write, at least for me. Mostly because they're always fast and furious, so you have to make sure it's both realistic and descriptive.


I just started reading this but I wanted to quickly post a response telling you what a great read it has been so far. This is without a doubt my type of character driven story. I have some minor issues with the first few posts but I think you are hammering those out as you go alonong so I am sure by later post I will have no problems loving this story even more


Thank you. It's always nice to have new readers.


WHOA! This fight scene rocked! Expert descriptions, bro. It kinda reminded me of a UFC fight, and that is a VERY good thing in my opinion. Even though Ryle doesn't speak the most out of the Gammas, you somehow manage to make us captivated with him. Actions do speak louder than words. I'm also intrigued to know why he hates fire so much to the point of seizuring when around it.

Your interpretation of Solus was rock solid as usual IMO. I was really floored at the scene where he wished to help Ryle, but knew he had a role to play as the uncompromising teacher. There was a strong confliction there and you brought it to life beautifully. Solus continues to impress me. Or maybe I being congratulating Skalenfehl on creating such a great character?

Awesome job, ZEGO!


That's kind of what I was going for. However, military combat is also a series of manuvering, grappling, and striking, so it fits well.


Awsome writing ZEGO!


Thanks for reading.

 

If that could be compared to a UFC bout, I could see Solus being matched to the likes of GSP's speed and agility combined with the badness and skill of old Randy Couture, who in his 40's was whooping everyone in his weight class, many near half his age. If any of you have seen how Randy trains, then you know what I mean. Now that's what I call formiddable. Then again having been trained on Kamino personally by Jango Fett and enduring years of military combat does that to a guy. Mixed martial arts and actual military hand to hand combat training really are like comparing apples to hand grenades, though.

 

4-2 was an excellent update!

I especially liked how you captured Solus' conflict regarding whether or not to show concern for Ryle. It throws a little humanity at the tough guy.

 

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UPLINK CONNECTION VERIFIED---
STAND BY FOR INCOMING DATA ANALYSIS_

PLANET: LEHON
LOCATION: UNSPECIFIED ISLAND
-YOU HAVE BEEN CLEARED FOR OBSERVATION
ALL SYSTEMS GO.

END TRANSMISSION.
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GAMMA CELL- ENTRY #4-3:

Smoke. Black and chalky. It was the stench of death, the unmistakable scent of new destruction. Slowly, it glided through the air of a small, undisclosed forest colony like creeping darkness, shifting in and through all things, waiting patiently until there was nothing left to feed its unceasing hunger.

Ryle awoke from his bed with a hard gasp, no older than fourteen years of age at the time. He grimly hacked out aloud, coughing more desperately with each repetition as the dark vapor filled his lungs. Disoriented, Ryle blindingly collapsed over the side of his cot and hit the warming floor with a rough thud, struggling to wave away the thickened blackness that swallowed the room. Through one of the momentary holes of sight his hands made in swaying away the veil of smoke, he could see his quarters? door was wide open, lit in a faint orange shimmer.

Forcing himself to stand through the fuming stranglehold choking at his throat, Ryle stumbled into a lone hallway, momentarily crashing into the wall on the other side. His senses continually faltered with each gagging cough ringing one after the next, a minuscule amount of blood vomited among them. Using the wall as his guide, Ryle slid down the hallway as fast as he could manage, instinctively knowing the location of the entrance, one that he had entered more times than could be recalled. Again, he hacked aloud, spewing out the blood that pooled in the bottom of his mouth, leaving his lips painted scarlet. Ryle then extended an arm ahead of his body, estimating he had arrived at the door leading to the outside courtyard. A hot feeling of warmth immediately lit up his fingertips, reactively drawing them away in retreat.

Ryle could only imagine what was on happening on the other side of the door. In truth, part of him didn?t want to know. It was only after hearing a child?s desperate wail from the outside did he reach out and slam the control panel to open the door. What he saw then would haunt him for the rest of his days?

Singeing flames had wrought a newborn hell upon the once grassy colony campus, each home and their onetime residents succumbing to the disintegrating heat that devoured them whole. Cries of agony from the burning colonists spilled out across the mute onyx sky, like a symphony of suffering, all nearly deafened under the crackling roaring of waves of steadfast fire. Ryle could see them all from where he stood, thrashing hopelessly in the heart of the flames, their skin charred black with sparse layers of red sinew and exposed muscle, forever condemned to the greatest share of infernal torment. A gust of smoldering air breezed against his shuttering face, drying the tears that now welled in his trembling gaze. Gradually, the billowing cries grew louder in measure, each shrill shriek more horrible than the last, until he could bare them no longer.

The boy fell fast to his knees, muffling his ears with his hands as best as he could, squeezing them until they flushed red with blood. He, too, began to scream, scream as loud as he could, anything to drown out the endless choiring of tortured souls. He just wanted them to stop! He just wanted them to STOP!

?RYLE!? A vague voice called out from a distance, muffled under the constant victimized pleas of others. The deep stomp of pounding feet echoed through the scorched dirt, gaining closer until quieting at the side of the frightened youth. ?Ryle!? The voice shouted Ryle?s name once more, as a pair of balmy hands cupped his cheeks and forced him to look up. The person that stood over Ryle was a more seasoned man, his long hair and thick facial beard as silvery as the vibrosword he held in his powerful grip. The old man quickly threw aside his weapon and cradled t

 

Ryle could see them all from where he stood, thrashing hopelessly in the heart of the flames, their skin charred black with sparse layers of red sinew and exposed muscle, forever condemned to the greatest share of infernal torment.

I really enjoy your unique style of description and imagery. You have a talent for telling a story with such color and imagination. I really like how you tied Ryle's predicament with a flashback. Flashbacks are a favorite element of mine and you pulled this off very well. Now I wonder where Ryle has run off to. I'm eager to find out! Excellent chapter, ZEGO!!

 

While I'm not sure what is going on in this fic, I figured I owed you a review for not judging, ZEGO.

May I say that I am really glad I found this story? Because I am! This fic is written with a very adult quality that I don't see too often in fanfiction sites. I can't really praise what is going on here until I go back and read the whole thing, but your imagery in these scenes is intensely real. I honestly could see the Ryle guy experience his colony's destruction like I was watching a movie. Anytime a fic can make me feel that way, I know it's a winner. Really looking forward to the next update, ZEGO.