User blog:Drullkus/The Tank Rodeo (The Isolation Series, Part 1)

(I'm going to be doing a short series on Drullkus's past, on one of the interesting desolated planets that he had crashed on long, long ago. They're going to be about the more interesting events. I plan to not do them in a chronological order.)

''Note: They're not cockroaches. Drullkus calls them roaches because there's a million of those nasty buggers on the planet, and they resemble bugs.''




 * Drullkus polishes up his rickety makeshift tank. He thinks to himself, 'This will have to do for now. Those nasty wildlife keep attacking my base. I think they don't like the pollution I'm making. Sucks to be them. Heh. I really do need to scout more of the planet. I'm running out of iron ore outcroppings on the surface.''


 * Drullkus climbs into his tank, and revs it. The tank makes big cloud of exhaust behind it from a jury-rigged V-13 engine running on liquified coal. He drives outside his base, a big one-man base with thousands of simple machines doing their regularly assigned tasks.


 * The steel-reinforced walls are purple-splattered from the Spitters that nearly have never seen crude laser towers before. The skies are filled with smoke and Logistic Drones carrying about while Construction Drones are making automated repairs on the walls while replacing the acidified laser turrets with shiny new laser turrets. The walls are enhousing one giant factory producing many utilities for base defense. Problem is, Drullkus is running out of iron. Every Laser Turret dead meant more iron wasted.


 * Drullkus moves his tank parallel to the train tracks running outside the base, wary of any trains running on his tracks carrying his ores. He's nearly gotten run over by trains and had his first two tanks run over by his train network, and he doesn't need to spend another year trying to build a tank without proper industrial necessities. The chugging his heard from distance, and Drullkus peeks outside the tank turret, checking for any gore-splattered trains. The wildlife, or as Drullkus called them, Roaches, didn't understand the implications of a massive hulk of steel, with giant spikes in front on sharp wheels running towards them at 50 miles per hour. The Roaches dilly dallied along the rails as usual, until they earned their ticket to hell.


 * The train with it's wagons pass by Drullkus in his Tank and he drives across the rails safely. Drullkus begins considering naming the tank. He didn't want to become attached to it though, it's only a rickety tank that he never had the proper tools for. It was built from less than one percent of the technologies that Drullkus Industries was capable of. Drullkus actually secretly enjoyed these crash-landing adventures.


 * Drullkus scouts the wilderness far from his base. He stops his tank, and checks his rudimentary ground-based GPS. He was about 10 miles from his base. His trains only went as far as 2 miles from his base. This was the amount of desperation Drullkus had for a new iron ore deposit. Looking forward, he suddenly sees a mother load in a distance. He quickly jumps into his tank in a ecstatic exciteness and zooms over to the ores. It was a big mountain of 10% iron-rich soil. This was was truly a good motherload. Drullkus couldn't believe it, it was too true.


 * Drullkus couldn't believe he just jinxed himself when he heard some chittering from the back of his tank. Damn it, there's Roaches nearby. Nothing like a good flamethrower to fix. He climbed out of the tank turret hatch, flamethrower in hand. Oh shit, Drullkus thought when he saw a massive Roach-ville. At least over 25 spawners. A shadow loomed over Drullkus. Roaches are big, but usually not THAT big... He turned around to find a colossal Roach behind him, teeth-lined throat salivating with it's massive razor pinchers poised to grab Drullkus.


 * Drullkus popped back into his tank in a heartbeat. Nope... Nope. Nope, nope, nope, fn5k this shit! Drullkus's tank treaded off rudely with a big cloud of unfiltered liquid-coal smoke in the Roach's head, and it roared then skittered after Drullkus's Tank. The poor V-13 engine of the Tank groaned as it tried to keep itself together while trying to escape the harrowing experience. The other Roaches turned their buggering heads towards the tank rumbling down the hill towards their nest, and ran to assault the tank.


 * Oh shit, oh shit! Oh shit! Drullkus steered left, which unfortunately ripped one of the treads. The suspension was taking the full punishment of the harsh iron-enriched ground on wheels instead of having the luxurious balanced load distribution along all tank wheels from the treads. Drullkus was thinking that he could just easily regenerate. But that wouldn't happen. The roaches would eat him all before he could fully regenerate. The Roaches were stupid, fortunately. Although they ran after the tank, they stopped running to take a bite, while the tank was still moving! That's pretty stupid.


 * Drullkus still had the concerned expression on his face, trying to bring his heap of crap to his base while the roaches were swarming on the tank's sides. They couldn't climb up at this speed, fortunately. Unfortunately, a couple of them were as big as his tank. The smallest ones were as big as him... He didn't see that he was going to crash into the nest in front of him. The tank exploded when it crashed into the nest and Drullkus flew and went unconscious.


 * Drullkus woke up, he didn't know how long he was out. His brain quickly put together that he had flown out of his tank. He turned around to see the Roaches trying to eat his flaming wreck of a tank. Rekt. Drullkus told to himself. He tried to silently walk away from the feeding frenzy, but one of the Roaches newly spawned from the nest notice Drullkus trying to discreetly walk away, and grunts while trying to skitter towards him. Drullkus's eye widen and books for the last 4 miles to his nearest mining outpost. The other roaches take notice of the grunting and run after Drullkus as well.


 * Drullkus could possibly run forever. He's run from superchargily-explosive green furry critters before. Why not a pack of hungry roaches? Drullkus keeps running, his eyes peeled for the much-famailar steel fortification of his mining outpost or his own base. He had a headstart, but he never looked around, never realizing the damned roaches were faster than him.


 * Drullkus jumped when he sensed pinchers that were going to grab his feet. Oh shitsticks, they've caught up! One more mile... One more... He hoped. He saw his steel fort with the much familiar orange-painted walls with purple gore-stains. He quickly dashed for one of the gates and pulled out his laser rifle. The rifle sparked haphazardly with each shot attempted at the faster smaller roaches. He recalled the nearest small door and opened it with his Sonic Spoon, a mess of bent-up steel with bits of custard stuck on it. He ran into the door, slammed it behind him, and let out an air of relief. He then heard the glorious sound of the massive laser turrets creaking, clanking, and hissing as their crude targeting systems aimed the roaches, and let hell loose on them.


 * Drullkus smiled to his victory.