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(6) Anna/Omana: Splitting in Half

        "Private Crews?" A muffled voice talked to me through the darkness. "Private Crews.....wake up...come on! Private Crews? Anna?" It grew louder as the blurriness left my eyesight. I looked up to see two broad men standing over me.....One was Corporal Adams....great. The other was a towering block of muscle. He was squatted by my side, looking not directly at me. His eyes were focused on a large steel strut pinning me to the stones beneath me.

"Hang on Anna....I will have you out in no time...." His accent was obviously from somewhere like some of the Martian colonies, a mix between Somalian and Russian in my opinion. I could't help but groan as a shot of pain shunted straight through my arms and legs; I felt paralyzed. The agony gradually made it's way to my sliced up arms.

        "Omana, tell us what happened...apparently you know?" Adams sat down. He seemed eager to find out what happened. And to be honest I had not figured out some sort of crash had occured, not for a while.

"Y-yeah...I...I heard something on....on the radio...when I was in my dorm...." I added slowly as he heaved the strut off my stomach. He gave us a blank look as he took off his ripped apart helmet, revealing a scar down his left eye.

"It was when we made contact...and the engineer's deck....the ship just started to fail and....."

-----------------------------------------------------Omana's P.O.V.-----------------------------------------------------------

        He plunged his fist onto the alarm, it took several tries before the sound went off. The deafening noise echoed through the deck as one or two more creatures glistened in the darkness and smoke left our barrels. I kept spraying the man-sized beings as they drew closer and closer. Screams of both the Creatures, and the dieing squad-mate, churning up in the machines and the endless echoes of bullets penetrating the bodies and machines; it was brutal.

        Through the creaking of the ships, I knew something was not right...

"Pritchard!!! We are not heading into a good situation right now!" My voice sounded croaked. And I mean like, really croaked!

"NO SHIT!!!" He yelled back. "Just keep firing whilst I get this door open!"

"But, I mean....There are more worse things to come!"

"HOW THE FUCK CAN IT GET ANY WORSE FROM HERE!!!!"

"Like how..." I was interrupted by the tilt of the ship. We were thrown to the side again. The area shook and the alarm was drowned out by the noise. Pritchard was thrown backwards, past me...The sweat and pain on his expression showed the stress...all of it. "Fuck...f...fuck! Hang on...I...I'm coming!" I tried lowering myself down, finding him clinging onto the metal supports.

        A ping from the bolts holding the walls together shot out. The force of it was enough to wreck the layers of skin on my knee. The pain was even more agonizing. I don't know what was worse...this...or what was next.

"Omana! Wait! DON'T MOVE!!!" He froze still, my leg throbbing, my arms aching. "Omana....stay there!" His voice wad deafened out by metal tearing apart. To my right, the walls were breaking, as the same to my left. I looked down to his face, it seemed to be calm. It was like he was expecting this, or at least accepting the fact that he was about to die!

"Pritchard! Hang on!! I'M COMING!" I frantically clambered down, support to support to get lower. The ship's angle became steeper as I descended.

"STOP FUCKING MOVING! You'll be fine! You'll make it...find the S.P..." I never heard him finish the sentence. The walls snapped like paper, metal was flung all around as what was once the rest of the engineering room, soon became an empty void. I could see him....disappearing further and further as the other half fell quicker. Wherever it was falling, we were falling to.

"Pritchard?! PRITC...." Then came the crash...

-----------------------------------------------------Anna's P.O.V.-----------------------------------------------------------

        "So...what happened?" We all sat around a fire, my leg was cut badly. I was intrigued to hear what happened to Private First Class...Pritchard. Is this what it felt to be a little girl, hearing stories from her father? Well...I would never know anyway.

"I never heard from him...the radio network seems to be damaged...I imagine that if we are to make contact with the rest of the ship, we need that Direct Transmitter back online."

"One problem..." Adams cut in...his voice was rugged...serious....annoyed. "That Transmitter was on the other half of the ship...that has gotta be like 30 miles away....if we want it up...we are going to have to leave soon and move fast." I wasn't sure if that was the best plan. The stories of these creatures on the ship made me shudder deep down to the core of my spine. Yet it made me wonder...we fell and caught the signs of them whilst over whatever planet we were on and it made me think. Maybe it came from here? Maybe we are on a rock...with whatever began the hunt...I felt sorrow for Micheal Pritchard...I mean...he seemed like a kind of dick...but...so does Corporal Adams yet he seems fine now that we are in a life or death situation...

        He wrapped something up with force. I watched. It seemed to be the A.I. handed out to certain members of each Task Force.

"Where'dya get that?" I asked with broad confusion. "Aren't they only given to soldiers part of Operation: EchoWave?"

"Who said I was part of them..." He quickly responded.

"But that doesn't answer my..."

"Enough Private....save it for another time....like once we get off this damn rock!"

        And that was that...we were stranded. We were only three, well three who were alive, and the half of the ship we didn't need! Luck had changed. Slipping on my ruffled Stenson...I staggered to my feet in pain. If we were gonna go get that transmitter online....first we needed to find someone who knew how to work their way around machines. And I had a rough idea on who to find....

(Hey guys...back finally again...I found the time to write another chapter after my long absense....I am gonna admit that the lines for the competition are now closed. I have the results with me and I will find a way to upload them...Congratulations to all those who managed to create a weapon. Also, I would like to apologise for my absense as I have been too busy with my Youtube Channel making skits and music shiz...anyway...I am trying to make an improvement on my time around these stories...it just is kinda' difficult. Nevertheless...here you go...enjoy you cheeky Scrubs!!!)