Chapter 4
The jungle was vast.
Planet had a single mass of land and it was all jungle. A densely packed wall of grass, wines, trees and all other kinds of lifeforms. There was a single spot several miles wide where the jungle seemed to be cleared by some sort of natural event. So the Imperium set 20 marines and their supplies in the area and left them to ensure the planet was peaceful enough for settlers to come.
The air was perfect for humans, deliciously sweet. But it also seemed to be rich in other matter that gave the insects an edge over other lifeforms. The bugs on this planet were huge. Raging monstrosities that swarmed every square foot.
Marine's duty never ended. Instead of giving them sick leave, they were thrown into another war zone. Barely a few months in between.
The men were pacing around the perimeter.
Their black armor shining in the hot sun. Hours earlier they spent a good chunk of their free time digging graves for their dead brethren. The stasis that were brought over for use laid broken on the scortched ground by the onslaught of the swarm. Most of their equipment was destroyed. However, their hearts ached for their beloved brothers in arms. Their chapter of marines suddenly in serious trouble.
Close to annihilation.
However, like they were thought, in the bleakest of hours the real mettle of marines shines through. Their Imperial training taking over.
They started clearing around their encampment, creating a grassy valley ahead of them, ready to receive their incoming fleet of transport ships. None would land, yet they needed something to pass the time. Hence, the 100-foot-long valley in front of their camp. The men went on a spree. Energetic and lively they tore through the trees helped by their enhanced bio-suits. Behind and to the camp's sides was a dense wall of jungle.
The clearing was finally ready. Wood from the trees that they fell was used as an impromptu base for a primitive wall, a low one at that. As it was just above the men's waistlines the wall served for nothing, yet it provided them a minor psychological boost. The bigger trees were further inside the dense jungle, however, the brute marines were too scared to even walk one foot inside it. Their nerves were frayed since the incident with the monster. Several housing units were quickly erected with the supplies that weren't ruined by the onslaught of the bugs. First week was the hardest. In the end they protected what they could with the meager contingent of marines that was given to him. Claude followed the wall and inspected it for any breach attempts. His weapon was always on his person and ready.
The veteran shook his head.The height of the wall wasn't enough. A pathetic barrier to protect them from the jungle. But it was a start. Claude's mind kept returning to the problem. He wanted engeneers, builders and most of all more marines if this planet was to be kept safe.
At some point in time, during the day, they found a strange creature near it and started wondering what it had done to the low wall, but they saw no damage atempts. They gave it some thought and eventually realized it might've been a local primitive life form. After they saw the monster and it's face there were no other sightings.
The planet was full of misteries and oportunities to take one's life.
However, that night, nor any other, no one slept. The veterans of two war tours were terrified.
Captain Claude kept pleading with anyone at comand who would listen to stop the colonization, but it had fallen on deaf ears. He had no power over the people who wanted to proceed with the settling on this gorgeous monster of a planet. The first settlers were on their way. The relief would come. Contingent of several hundred marines. He hoped with enough armament to burn the monster back where it came from. He spat on the ground. The bile would come and go, yet the memory kept it coming. He hadn't eaten in quite a while. His skinny arms are having problems with the heavy suit and its energy pack. He gazed at their work and shook his head, the camp would fall if the bugs swarm them again. And the monster, if it rampages through the camp it would be the end of them as well. He just hoped none of that would happen.
The perimeter was 100 feet around with one exit, one housing in place for the scientists and engineers and the sickbay. It was full. Since then the troop he was commanding was no more. 20 of them only survived. 8 combat ready. He helped dig the graves of his brethren, but vowed he wouldn't let them be buried here. He vowed he would carry their remains to the holy lands of Terra. They just didn't prepare for what they encountered.
Still he watched himself in the reflection often. His mind going back towards the moment he made eye contact with the creature. The fear he felt, paralyzed him. Yet, the shame afterwards was even worse. He was a Marine. Not some babe.
"Everything all right, sir," Matt softly asked, his rifle gently pointed towards the jungle.
Claude watched the tired man, with his tired eyes. God all of them were tired, beaten and their spirits were broken, "Checking the wall, again," Claude's raspy voice sounded so weak, even to himself.
"Have you slept, sir? The medic keeps telling me to let you rest," Matt stated.
Claude closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself a moment of peace, "I can't sleep. My boys don't."
"The men need their Captain healthy. I promise you the camp will still be here," Matt stated again, if a little nervous about his promise.
"I trust your ability. You've never let me down so far. But this is something the men need. I'm on my last legs, emotionally. The men are jumping at every noise. That ... thing has messed us up," Claude softly said gazing at the canopy.
The silence between two men was palpable. They were reminiscing about the monster and wondering what was its part in this huge jungle. This place to disembark from their shuttle after it left them 'stranded' was pretty bad and the situation was slowly getting worse. Heavy thicket of odd trees was at first blocking their view from any long range scouting. They sent one scouting party and they came back running in terror. The bugs charging behind them.
Captain Claude suppressed a mighty yawn, "I think tonight we might get a chance to relax. I'll be on the first watch. Let a couple of guys' rest."
"Captain, you're the only one who hasn't slept in at all in days. If you keep injecting the stim into your bloodstream, you are going to do irreversible damage to your health," Matt turned and checked the side of the road leading into the wide clearing.
"When is the ship scheduled to come," Captain asked.
"Not for another 12 hours. Give or take a day. Who knows, they told us and they are usually on schedule, but you know those on top. The transport can get lost. I'm just not hopping," Matt gently shook his head.
"If they sent it by itself, I'd be worried too. But they do that very rarely. If ever. So calm down," he was too tired to suppress another yawn, he let it go and continued speaking through it, "I think they usually send a battle cruiser and two escorts. Not sure."
Matt whistled in awe, "Good to know. If we fail, I want this rock to burn. That being is not normal."
The men allowed some silence to descend on them. The jungle was still vibrant as ever. The noises were easy to acclimate, but so very strange. For Claude it was his first jungle mission. Including his team's. The reason they chose this one was simple, the war. It had eroded their will to fight. Yet, suddenly every one of them wanted to be back at the rustic plains of Ghram Highs, swapping fire with the marauding pirates. Their base on an abandoned terraformed moon which was strangely resistant to their firepower.
