Star Trek: The Romulan Wars - The Outpost Page #3

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An Army that could travel

thousands of miles,

and nobody would be any the wiser

until it materialized at the gates

of the White House.

Well, that's great.

But as far as I remember,

the Germans lost the war.

And I don't think we're fighting

a bunch of pensioners, do you?

In theory, the men could still be

trapped within the fields.

They would only resurface

when the fields are disrupted, like, by us.

In English.

All existence is nothing more than vibration.

For years, those who believe

have claimed that

apparitions are merely ripples

in electro-magnetic fields.

- Echoes of a previous vibration.

- Apparitions, you mean ghosts?

You need help, really. F***ing ghosts?

Ten minutes ago you were

talking about magic bullets

and men who vanished into thin air.

So, f*** your Nobel Prize!

I'm pulling the plug right now.

Start packing.

- You can't do that.

- Oh, you watch me.

No, you really can't do that.

Sometimes it's not the bullets that kill you.

It's the orders.

I was surprised some of your men

had loved ones.

You ran us through.

There was no exaggeration

in what I said before.

This machine could be worth billions.

The backers have assets in Interpol.

They'll go after the families first,

yours and mine!

I've told the financiers.

- Another team's been dispatched.

- How long?

They're moving as fast as they can.

Please, I have a little child.

F***ing hell are they doing to him?

They're playing with some black dice now.

They say you can feel them.

The bad ones, you know?

How you know that?

- Been talking to the dead?

- I've seen some things, I'll tell you that.

But this, this sh*t is just f***ing weird, eh?

I wouldn't know.

Never lived another way.

Yeah? Well, where I come from,

a lad doesn't join the British Army.

Not a good son, anyway.

I held my first AK-47 when I was five.

Fired it at nine.

I make my first clean kill when I was 15.

Families forgive.

But one thing I know,

there's no motherf***er care less

about us right now.

F***!

No way.

No f***ing way did someone

get past us to do this.

- He's right. Wire is intact.

- Because they did it.

- Who the f*** are "they"?

- Oh, come on Mac.

- You've seen something, I know you have.

- No such thing.

No such what?

- They put an empty in Tak's f***ing skull!

- Jordan.

To f*** with reason!

These are no ordinary guys. Think!

- That Nazi sh*t. The bullet in his arm!

- Shut it.

Oh, come on, Christ!

They've punched his head

into a f***ing canoe here!

Brass knuckles.

Savages have got skills, I'll give you that.

- Put them in their ponchos.

- It's a message.

They own this place.

That's enough. We pull out.

- We can't leave.

- We can and we are.

We'll never make it

through those trees alive.

And even if we could,

then the financiers would...

- You know what happens if we leave.

- I'll take my chances.

You won't have any chance

unless you start listening!

- I think that... If we could only get...

- Enough!

...the machine online, then maybe...

We've been compromised

by a superior force

and we are pulling out.

You think a normal enemy would do that?

I've seen worse.

You certainly will unless you start to listen.

Fine.

You want to stay? Go ahead.

Didn't think so.

...For thine is the kingdom, the power

and the glory for ever and ever. Amen.

What, you really believe that shite?

Like there's, you know, after?

I know a man's soul

deserves to rest in peace.

We gave up that right

when we started killing men

who believed in things for money.

Boy has got it.

Yeah, right, well, meantime...

I've got bills to pay in the real world, eh?

Cotter. Hunt's busy playing fuckwit

down there. Go and police him up, will you?

The rest of you,

I want out of here within the hour.

You prick.

Mr. Hunt,

I've been ordered to get you mobile, sir.

You wouldn't be in such a hurry

if you knew what was out there.

And what is that?

- We're all going to die.

- Right. Of boredom.

Listening to you whine and complain.

Run!

- Are we good?

- What about Tak and Voyteche?

- It's too much weight to carry.

- And him?

F*** him!

Shots fired! Clear!

- Where's the contact?

- Engine room, now!

Christ, come on, this way!

Sh*t.

F***!

Oh, Jesus.

All right. All right.

Someone want to tell me

what the f*** he's talking about?

- Thinks we're being stalked by dead Nazis.

- Ghosts?

I didn't get shot

by some f***ing spectral entity, here.

These things are solid.

But the one that killed Cotter

vanished right in front of us.

So why don't they swoop down here

like God's own wrath

and take us out

right here and now, then, eh?

I don't know.

Maybe God's not in on this miracle.

What difference does it make? We're f***ed.

You said that, that machine of yours

was made to control them.

Not control, contain.

But they obviously got the maths wrong.

You know, for a smart man,

you don't say much

of anything useful, do you?

Now, the last time you found yourself

dealing with the undead, what did you do?

F*** this bullshit.

There ain't nothing but men out there.

Jesus, Prior, why don't you just admit it?

It's real simple.

I can't see it, I don't believe in it.

You don't believe in the dark?

How much you want to believe, right now?

You take a life, you take it for good.

There ain't nothing waiting on you.

Got it?

Okay, okay. F***. Okay.

Bring it on.

By early 1945, the party was over.

The war was essentially lost,

and the German military machine

was falling apart.

All the files show that the SS sent in

a unit to shut this place down.

And as far as I can see,

nobody walked out alive.

So does your instruction manual say

what the f*** these things want?

Want? They don't want anything.

They just do what they were trained to do.

They kill.

Those bodies we found...

Those were their bodies?

That might explain

why they stayed with the machine.

Any consciousness that remains

might believe that their only chance

- to live again is through it.

- Guys.

Yeah, that or they're just

the last poor f***ers

to walk through this bone-yard.

Guys!

Motherfuck!

- Prior!

- Where the hell is he...

- Well, that worked.

- So we can kill them, right?

His brains are all over the wall.

That's good enough for me.

Oh, you're humming my balls!

Oh, sh*t!

- What was that?

- Jesus.

- F***!

- Mac?

Mac!

Oh, Christ.

You fucks!

You f***ing animals.

F*** you all!

Why us, huh?

- Why us?

- Why not?

Always the same answer, isn't it?

Take a look, all of you.

You're no different to them out there.

Men who once had a purpose,

and now have nothing but death.

- Except we're not dead.

- Give it up.

They're gonna tear us to pieces here.

All of us.

They can try.

When it's operating fully,

it emits a high-pitch frequency

that within a certain radius might act

as a counterbalance, neutralizing...

Blah-f***ing-blah.

Can we use it to stop these things?

Do you mind? Those of us with brain cells

are trying to think.

- I'll do you...

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