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13. marzo 2009 01:18
by Gunner
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Relato: "Mistic tower of Kead", Capítulo II.

13. marzo 2009 01:18 by Gunner | 0 Comentarios

 

Bueno Señores, hoy toca relato, de nuevo. Se que es un mal día para los supersticiosos pero, para el resto, es tan buen día como cualquier otro.

Se trata de la segunda parte de un pequeño texto que me pidieron que escribiese como examen final de curso intensivo de inglés.

Espero que les guste. Ah, y pueden leer la primera parte aquí.

* Mistic tower of Kead *

chapter 2

      

As soon as he noticed their deaths, he shot a burst at the feet on his men, and shout:

    - Keep away from the Angel, and don’t try to touch it.

The Angel shined under the bright of the sun, and curiously it was just above it, so there were no shadows on the ground. An idea flashed through his mind about the date when they found it, but despaired quickly as he saw his three gunners lying on the ground.

Dear reader, Colonel Hank Morrison was one of those soldiers created to serve and protect the ideals of the free colonies, and until now he never had to lead a military reconnaissance team. He was designed to be fast, reliable and obedient, but on his first mission he was a bit nervous.

    - Why me? – he thought – among the other comrades, why me?

He knew that there was any reason to be chosen, but looking at his three men dead, he understood that they had made a mistake. His training at The Block, was led by Sergeant Li Ling Nasser, who served time along under the command of Admiral Dewei. He brilliantly passed the training period like the other did, but leading forces was reserved for experienced soldiers not for him, not for an American official.

As all you know, Americans lost the war. They had the power, they had the technology, they had the weapons, but they were weak. They couldn’t cope with looses and with Europe as hostages they had to surrender. Since those days, American soldiers were considered merely cannon fodder.

Dear reader much more is to come.

Bye!!!

Stellar time 23064.41.Sect-436B.
Colonel Hank Morrison.
      

 

Un saludo, Caballeros!!!.

P.d.: Como mal alumno que soy seguro que he cometido algún error, no duden en comunicármelo. Gracias.

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22. septiembre 2008 03:51
by Gunner
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Relato: "Mistic tower of Kead". Capítulo I.

22. septiembre 2008 03:51 by Gunner | 4 Comentarios

 

Bueno Señores, hoy toca relato.

Se trata de un pequeño texto que me pidieron que escribiese como examen final de curso intensivo de inglés.

Ese día me pregunté: "¿Angel, vas a escribir el típico texto aburrido hablando de que me ha parecido el curso, los compañeros, la profe y bla bla blá?". La respuesta fue "NO". Me dije vamos a hacer algo original,  y miren por donde, me dio el avenate de la ciencia-ficción. Espero que les guste. 

* Mistic tower of Kead *

chapter 1

      

It was a long time ago, a very long time.

As all of us landed on the earth, we had to fight against the extreme heat of the, other times wild region of “Amazonian”, as old Spanish travellers called it, desert of what human ambition and had turned the planet surface.
We walked for three days before a single bit of the jungle could be seen in the foggy horizon. As the sun rose higher we noticed it was even further, so we started to think that it was only an optical illusion. We went on walking.
The next tree days we started discussing if we were lost or not. Our chats turned to be more aggressive and the smiles in our faces vanished as food and water despaired from our bags, our legs were like jelly…
In a last effort to find our objective, we launched our small recognisance plane to the air, with the hope of being able to get to the fallen Angel. The Angel still was hiding a surprise.
Finally, our small plane on its range limit gave us the position of The Angel. Far from the supposed falling place, but still intact, and as we got near it we dropped our heavy backpacks and water bottles. We all ran towards it, to discover it was strangely intact.

- Why so good state? – We asked each other.

Truman was the first Gunner to touch the surface of The Angel, and the first to die saying.

- I am the winner, the price is mine – It was as he said, but for so little time…

He started a travel of no return, as other two more soldiers lately understood.

This was only the beginning of our odyssey. But wait, dear reader much more is to come.

Bye!!!

Stellar time 23064.25.Sect-436B.
Colonel Hank Morrison.

      

 

Un saludo, Caballeros!!!.

p.d.: Si los comentarios son favorables, es posible que me de por publícar la segunda parte (ó no).