Chapter 7. Forgotten.
Slyfox waited patiently in the dark. He’d heard the com chatter but largely ignoring, listening only for the order to tell him to return. He forced himself to stay down there in the dark, despite the screams and blaster fire from above. He was a soldier and would obey orders. When the detpack exploded he was thrown from his feet and barely missed falling over the sides. With his head hanging over the edge he could see flashes of white Stormtrooper armour, only a few levels below him now and surging round and round the walkways towards him. He made a decision and got up, running back towards his comrades.
He vaulted over the crates, tripping over something as he hit the other side and sprawling in to the wall hard. Gwynzers flashlight still lay on the floor and its light felt a little reassuring after being alone in the dark for so long. He looked back to see what he’d fallen over, something with no head lay bleeding behind the stacked crates. He couldn’t tell who it had been but recognised the uniform as one of his own. Panicing he forced himself back to his feet and started forward again.
The smell was getting worse, he hadn’t noticed it at first ignoring all his sesnses and listening only to the voice in his head that told him to run. He could hear the noises now too and slowed, letting his blaster lead the way as he carefully backed up the tower, it’s walls providing some form of comfort in the limited protection it might offer.
It was Blind he noticed first, squatting and sniffing the air, yet it wasn’t Blind. Something seemed wrong, unnatural. The ragged group of Imperials didn’t add to the image, of the mass of others that were trying to swarm through a shredded hole in the towers wall. One of the Stormtroopers rose and ran towards the hole, knocking one of his comrades over the side as he went, not even looking back to rescue him. The one that fell made no noise as it flashed past Sly. He stood still, unable to move as his brain tried to piece together the clues and give him some kind of logical explanation.
He noticed it then. Another rebel uniform lay at the bottom of the mass of troops, he watched as Blind ducked down and came back up a moment later, shreds of the material in his mouth glistening wet. Where they eating it? Blind screamed. That chilling shriek that had echoed through the tower and Sly’s eyes snapped up and locked on his former squadmate. No recognition lay behind those eyes up there, only lust and hunger. No, more than hunger… a longing, a desire to…to… eat me?
The thought flashed through Sly’s mind and seemed to fit, made everything make sense even as the other things up there joined in Blinds chorus and tunred to Sly. He carefully thumbed the safety from a frag nade and lightly tossed it forwards. None of them took heed of it, instead rising and turning, mouths gnashing in anticipation of fresh meat.
It erupted with a large thump, searing Sly’s eyes and deafening him. The mass of creatures above disappeared in the erupting fireball, some thrown down the shaft with the force of the explosion. He blinked a few times to try and clear his sight but the red dots refused to go away. With what little vision he had left he stumbled forward up the ramp. He reached the hole in the tower wall and greedily drank in the refreshing night air, filling his lungs and relishing the sensation. As his eyes began to clear he surveyed the towers walkway once more. Blood had been baked a dark brown on the walls by the explosion, though large quantities remained liquid in areas of the floor. Near the corner lay the creatures last meal, a mess of rebel uniform, limp limbs and torn flesh.
He flipped it over, ever aware of the increasing noise behind him as yet more of the creatures clamoured towards him. Gwynzer stared back, eyes vacant, no longer reflecting any evidence of life. A wad of paper poked out from a pocket and Sly grabbed it and stuffed it inside a pocket before turning back towards the jagged tear that beckoned to safety.
Bite my shiny metal Tie Fighter!
Closed Alpha Test & Deth..
Some ... thieving loser lifted my bag while at a cafe this morning. Inside was my laptop, working USB drive (contains FS files, personal docs etc), various leads, a copy of 2142, my mp3 player, a number of laptop peripherals, portable dvd player and..my writing flash drive. 
It had 2 1/2 chapters more than whats contained in this thread, two of which were due to be uploaded. Hopefully I'll get everything back but you never know these days. 