Sweet Little Space Marine

[Doomguy]

I got the answer I expected. A straight refusal from the man at the top of the chain of command. It was perhaps the bluntest answer I’ve ever gotten from a big wig, but I appreciated the honesty even if it was going to result in bloodshed. My body shifted, my back of my feet raised slightly as I readied to move at a moment’s notice, my shoulders now diagonal to him and my hands tenses to spring for my weapons once everything goes nuclear..

“You know what I can do, Omni. Being omnipotent and all. It’s in the name and everything. You know what I’ve done. And more importantly, you know I’m not the kind of person who stops when I have a goal in mind”

I pulled the pistol from its holster. Absolute loyal. And near useless, especially at the final boss. I carefully put it down on a table nearby. Should I be vaporized in the next instant, it would be a fitting for it to out live me. Then I pulled out something much, MUCH bigger. The shoulder clamp of the BFG 9000 attached to it’s spot, and I gave Omni another look straight into his non-existent eyes.

“So we fight, and one of us is going to die. I might cease to exist, and I’ll consider that a worthy booby prize to being trapped here while demons destroy my world without me. Or I’ll find a way out without you.”

“Don’t hold back, because I sure as Hell won’t.” I said as I lifted the destroyer of Hell at my target and pulled the trigger.