Ruffdal's Last Enty

It was a hot day at the Yeckmal Stores; the twin suns beating down on the oddly grassy lands.
stores made from wood and old, unused bed covers draped over the wood; a dusty and rusty smell lingers; mixed with the smell of lovely freshly cooked food.

A small posse of robots with "police" labelled onto the front of them; bipedal and human looking, their heads like cameras, a blue light emits from the optics, they are armed with stun batons, and searching for their assigned target.

A young 6'3 man spots them and begins backing away haste-fully, then instantly brakes into a run. This alarms the robot police."Stop running!" exclaims a officer. The man continues to run - The officers give chase, in the hopes it is their target. They lower themselves to the ground as they get ready to run. They push dirt with their feet, to make start block shaped indents into the ground. with in a flash they begin running after the man.

They inch closer and closer to the man; running though alleyways and open streets.

Ever closer.

One of the officers get close enough to jump; a green and blue flame thrusts from it's feet to push if forwards, to land in front of the man as he enters a alleyway. "We said stop!" He yells in rather robotic sounding voice; readying his stun baton, and thrusting his arm forward and raising his hand in a stop gesture. The man knowing he can not run no more, he stops running; slowly coming to a halt. "Good, now. What is your name?" The officer says in response to the man stopping. "What is your Civil I.D?" the officer continues. "Karl Bord. 8332c" The man replies. The officer lowers his hand and raises his baton. "Mr. Karl Bord. You are under arrest for - 20 killings and stealing 3 transport craft. Do you comply?" Stated the officer. "I Do." Responded the man.

They began beating the man with their stun batons.



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I walked out from my house and saw this sight. I began to think to myself; if i should help the man, even though i do not know why the man is being beaten. I walked toward the market. As i walked toward the market i ran into 'Jerl' A good friend of mine, 5'4 foot tall man with Jet black hair, long hair, at least a foot long, and due to his poor family; he stunk like a sweaty pig, stuck in a hot room.

"Hey Ruffdal!" He yells over to me, and began walking with me. "Hey Jerl. What beings you out of that horrid house of yours?" I responded to the hello "Ha! I am fine" He lightly replied "Just because the floor boards are broken; doesn't mean it's horrid" Continued Jerl. I nodded in agreement to his statement, as i shrugged. "I heard... the Lancaster's are going to invade the planet sooner or later... with in the next day... Over two thousand 'Planet attacker' ships - Our damn government has killed us all" i said to Jerl; in a rather depressive manner. "You mean today right? You told me this yesterday." Replied Jerl.

At that moment a large explosion and a wall of dust emits from the marketplace; we both stumble backward in shock. Jerl looks toward the sky, many large shadows begin to creep closer, the shadows coming from objects in the sky. I look up and watch Lancaster ships warp in; one after another in blue and white flashes. a crowd forms behind us; staring toward the sky in fear and horror.

Drop-pods and drop-ships fill the sky and turn it black with the amount of them. One crashes into a building nearby; we turn to watch; staring in fear and interest. A man in combat gear and a rifle stumbles out; followed by five other men and women, they ready their guns and tell us to back away - the mob of people do. Jerl picked up a brick, as I backed away, yelling at him to do as they say. Jerl did not listen to them and ran toward them. They shot him down, as he charged. They cut him down like nothing, no thought or feeling.

The mob ran in fear, and I followed; unsure where to go; but I followed. After some running, I broke off and hid in my home, still unsure where is safe, I looked out my window, as Police vans turned up with at least 20 robot officers in the back of them; they kicked open the doors of the van.

They were wearing bullet proof Armour, shin pads and shoulder pads. Holding rifles and pistols. I had never seen them with guns before.

The Lancaster squad became an army as they grouped up. The two parties began to scrap with each other, I had a clear view of the fighting; my house windows over looking a open street.





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