Deon Burton
Bio
Marine turned aspiring author looking to find his niche in storytelling.
I also want to improve myself so some feedback would be wonderful.
Stories (13/0)
Ad Astra Per Aspera
“Master Gunnery Sergeant. Things aren’t looking good. The crew are wondering when the medical teams will be able to do something if anything and why even though it was under the pretense of being for the crew’s welfare how come it’s led to this.” Master Chief Dell reports as the crew finally begins to breakdown and start to turn on him and the bridge crew. The Weapons Commander takes a long and slow breath, and a pained smile appears.
By Deon Burton6 months ago in Futurism
Ad Astra Per Aspera 8
Unexpectedly, what Commander Baja wanted to talk about was not an apology and to try over from the start. But the demand for an explanation that she already received. So, trying to be nice, I go over my account again except this time I left out Hell and Satan. And as expected Satan had his two cents to add.
By Deon Burton7 months ago in Futurism
From Beyond
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I know I never heard any. Especially on that God forsaken day. It was an average day. Everyone was bustling around doing whatever their job was. I was as you already know, one of those people. Major Bosen “Acrobat” Damian of the Primordial Republic. I was a fighter pilot currently stationed on the PRIMORDIAL REPUBLIC SPACE SHIP TEMPEST (P.R.S.S TEMPEST). Everyone mostly just called me “Acrobat” because of my flight skills. I could fly anything and do almost any maneuver once I got the hang of the controls. My preferred space craft was currently the 240Z Swordfighter.
By Deon Burton7 months ago in Futurism
Ad Astra Per Aspera 7
[Attention all personnel. Due to the unknown amount of time on planet, the dress code will be lifted to maintain a high morale. However, if it becomes a problem and people get too carried away, we will go back to the modified uniform regulation that was previously in place. That is all. Please enjoy the rest of your day.]
By Deon Burton7 months ago in Futurism
Ad Astra Per Aspera 6
I slowly look around the bright green and red room as my vision slowly starts returning to normal. I knew immediately I wasn’t on the SUNRISE. Another dream, I guess. I sit up and take in my surroundings. I was in a chamber of sorts. The room was filled with shades of flickering red and green. I recall the events up to where I remember and came to one of two conclusions. Conclusion 1: I was knocked unconscious and was currently in the SUNRISE’s medical bay. Or Conclusion 2: I really died this time.
By Deon Burton7 months ago in Futurism
Ad Astra Per Aspera 5
“Welcome back to the land of the living my friend. You have been gone for quite some time.” Commander Baja says cheerfully as I look around. Her teal-colored hair (which normally should be up) was currently hanging down just barely touching her shoulders. I guess standard doctrine was out the window at this point. I mean, even if what I saw wasn’t a dream, at this very moment it was currently just us here. Who knew how long it would be before, [IF] we see another unit. It could be weeks, months, hell years even.
By Deon Burton7 months ago in Futurism
As Astra Per Aspera 3
Just as I make it to the bottom of the hill and stop to catch my breath the sound of Heavy Chain Guns and small arms fire coming from the direction I was headed. I knew my comrades were probably fighting creatures similar to what I was fighting earlier so there was nothing really to worry about. It seemed like the armor designed for space could take some major punishment.
By Deon Burton8 months ago in Futurism
Heroes
As a prior Active-Duty Marine now turned Marine Reservist, I know how it feels to wonder if you’re making a difference in the world and I’m here to tell you that you are. Most people take for granted cashiers, librarians, bus drivers, and all of the other everyday jobs that are vital to our nation’s growth and survival. Nowadays we have way too many songs about Xanax and faces covered with tattoos, and way too many asses on camera with random dudes. Too much Gucci, Louis, Prada, Nike, and other clothing companies trying to brand you. And I know it’s not much and most people will probably scoff it off but even so. This is to those who never hear it but probably need to, because I’ve been there and felt that pain. I just wanted to let you all know that even if it is just me. I want you all to know someone out there is really appreciative of what you do. This is for everyone who is doubting their job and contribution to society. I just wanted to make something to say thanks.
By Deon Burton8 months ago in Journal
Ad Astra Per Aspera 2
I look down at the battered and bloodied M90. Surprisingly metal rifles weren't all that durable. After about 440 sum rounds, I caught a double feed. Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to clear it, so I decided to use it as a Louisville slugger instead and either beat my enemy to death or get beaten to death. I toss the rifle to the side and collapse exhaustedly against one of the native lifeforms' lifeless carcasses. I still had the 7.57 Signa Sidearms on both my hips and had yet to use them. I would probably regret it, but I decided to bring the Rocket Launcher, and Chain gun. I highly doubted two 7.57-millimeter rounds would do anything if I ran into anymore of the serpentine like creatures that littered the desert area around me.
By Deon Burton8 months ago in Futurism
