"Flagship Eclipse" : Subnautica Story
Jamezorg
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SAMPSON LARK
Where we flew was dangerous. Our small ship had scraped across the stars for two whole months to arrive here, and it was all too likely that we would be shot down before we made planetfall. 4546B had not been visited in thirty years. A mining vessel named Aurora was to build a phase gate in the system, using this planet as a checkpoint for incoming resources. She was shot down in high atmosphere of the planet. There was only one survivor of that wreck, and don't go asking me how he made it back home.
Alterra has given this ship, Eclipse, something to counteract the laser beam that shot down the last three ships to enter orbit. We have been given a Plasma Shield to protect against the blast. We didn't travel two months just to get blown to smithereens in high orbit. Even if we did I'd survive, just like he did back then.
Eclipse was a bulldog-class trading vessel, given the task to make permanent settlement on the planet until larger ships could arrive. I was sat at the controls of the beautiful craft. I was in command. If Penna wanted to turn the ship even an inch Galactic-West, she would have to consult me first, or if Zenn wanted to make the jump to warp-speed I would be the one who made the final call, or if Malla wanted to activate the Plasma Shield he would have to ask me about it.
Finally in the distance we saw the white glowing light of a nearby star. At the first sight of it cheers erupted in the bridge of the ship where I, Zenn, Malla and Penna controlled the ship. Tary performed maintenance, which wasn't so glamorous, and Otta was just an engineer. Malla was the first to see the approaching sun. He pointed it out to us all, and in response came a flood of laughter and delight. Zenn rushed downstairs to tell Tary and Otta where we were. I don't know why she would just abandon this view like she did, and for the silliest of reasons, but all that mattered was that she was there when 4546B came into view, as were Tary and Otta. We stood at the front window of the ship for minutes, and we could have stayed for hours. Reluctantly I ordered everyone back to their stations and, not so reluctantly, Tary and Otta back downstairs.
"Zenn, slow the ship down; we'll be in orbit in five minutes, I don't want to go crashing into that water there." In front of my seat were panels crammed with buttons, switches and levers. I flicked and pressed many, as everyone did.
"Ship slowing, Captain." Zenn informed as he slowly raised a dark, glistening lever. A hum that had droned for hours around them suddenly began to quieten, and drop in pitch. The blue planet grew enormous out the front of the ship. Clouds swirled over the ocean, small islands were dotted over its surface. It was so intricate I swear I could identify individual waves that rippled across the planet. Suddenly on my monitor a red warning began flashing. It kept flashing, straining my eyes, telling me that an unidentified energy pulse was heading directly towards us.
"Malla! Shield, now!" I turned in my seat to point to her, and the window was covered in a sheet of rippling blue. With a thunderous roar it turned vibrant yellow, with the mix of green and blue. Sparks began flying about the room. Was the shield working at all? The warning still flickered and there was no way to know for sure. Then the bridge turned dark, and the hum fell silent. The beam had ceased, as had our shield, and we fell faster than a diving falcon towards the planet's deep blue oceans.
"What happened?!" Malla roared. "I thought you said that thing would hold!" I did, didn't I? I wasn't certain, but I was sure Alterra would not forsake us.
"The beam must have bypassed the shield somehow, it shut off all of our power." I checked a damage feed of Eclipse. "We have no power, but the ship is not damaged. Now quickly; brace for impact!" I held onto the arms of my seat, as did everyone else. The thought of Tary and Otta rattling around below eased my mind, for all I knew these were the last seconds of my life. The ship hit the water, and it fell no longer.
1: I know, I know, @Bugzapper already did and is doing Subnautica stories of his own, and yes I did get the idea to share mine here from him doing it, but I'm not copying the idea, I'm just using it to create my own completely separate story. Also Bugzapper might know that I already tried doing one of these but I was getting bored writing it myself, so I stopped really early on. I'm doing it again, though, and better this time!
2: This is going to be written from the points of view of different characters, like ASOIAF but first person. I'll start every post with the perspective that post will be from so there's no confusion
3: I go on about it a lot, but I write a lot for a hobby. I'm writing a fantasy right now, but nobody's going to see that in an age. So I thought I'd post a different story here for you all to see. What I'm trying to say is the point of this thread is to share my writing and get feedback so that I can improve. So go nuts
2: This is going to be written from the points of view of different characters, like ASOIAF but first person. I'll start every post with the perspective that post will be from so there's no confusion
3: I go on about it a lot, but I write a lot for a hobby. I'm writing a fantasy right now, but nobody's going to see that in an age. So I thought I'd post a different story here for you all to see. What I'm trying to say is the point of this thread is to share my writing and get feedback so that I can improve. So go nuts
SAMPSON LARK
Where we flew was dangerous. Our small ship had scraped across the stars for two whole months to arrive here, and it was all too likely that we would be shot down before we made planetfall. 4546B had not been visited in thirty years. A mining vessel named Aurora was to build a phase gate in the system, using this planet as a checkpoint for incoming resources. She was shot down in high atmosphere of the planet. There was only one survivor of that wreck, and don't go asking me how he made it back home.
Alterra has given this ship, Eclipse, something to counteract the laser beam that shot down the last three ships to enter orbit. We have been given a Plasma Shield to protect against the blast. We didn't travel two months just to get blown to smithereens in high orbit. Even if we did I'd survive, just like he did back then.
Eclipse was a bulldog-class trading vessel, given the task to make permanent settlement on the planet until larger ships could arrive. I was sat at the controls of the beautiful craft. I was in command. If Penna wanted to turn the ship even an inch Galactic-West, she would have to consult me first, or if Zenn wanted to make the jump to warp-speed I would be the one who made the final call, or if Malla wanted to activate the Plasma Shield he would have to ask me about it.
Finally in the distance we saw the white glowing light of a nearby star. At the first sight of it cheers erupted in the bridge of the ship where I, Zenn, Malla and Penna controlled the ship. Tary performed maintenance, which wasn't so glamorous, and Otta was just an engineer. Malla was the first to see the approaching sun. He pointed it out to us all, and in response came a flood of laughter and delight. Zenn rushed downstairs to tell Tary and Otta where we were. I don't know why she would just abandon this view like she did, and for the silliest of reasons, but all that mattered was that she was there when 4546B came into view, as were Tary and Otta. We stood at the front window of the ship for minutes, and we could have stayed for hours. Reluctantly I ordered everyone back to their stations and, not so reluctantly, Tary and Otta back downstairs.
"Zenn, slow the ship down; we'll be in orbit in five minutes, I don't want to go crashing into that water there." In front of my seat were panels crammed with buttons, switches and levers. I flicked and pressed many, as everyone did.
"Ship slowing, Captain." Zenn informed as he slowly raised a dark, glistening lever. A hum that had droned for hours around them suddenly began to quieten, and drop in pitch. The blue planet grew enormous out the front of the ship. Clouds swirled over the ocean, small islands were dotted over its surface. It was so intricate I swear I could identify individual waves that rippled across the planet. Suddenly on my monitor a red warning began flashing. It kept flashing, straining my eyes, telling me that an unidentified energy pulse was heading directly towards us.
"Malla! Shield, now!" I turned in my seat to point to her, and the window was covered in a sheet of rippling blue. With a thunderous roar it turned vibrant yellow, with the mix of green and blue. Sparks began flying about the room. Was the shield working at all? The warning still flickered and there was no way to know for sure. Then the bridge turned dark, and the hum fell silent. The beam had ceased, as had our shield, and we fell faster than a diving falcon towards the planet's deep blue oceans.
"What happened?!" Malla roared. "I thought you said that thing would hold!" I did, didn't I? I wasn't certain, but I was sure Alterra would not forsake us.
"The beam must have bypassed the shield somehow, it shut off all of our power." I checked a damage feed of Eclipse. "We have no power, but the ship is not damaged. Now quickly; brace for impact!" I held onto the arms of my seat, as did everyone else. The thought of Tary and Otta rattling around below eased my mind, for all I knew these were the last seconds of my life. The ship hit the water, and it fell no longer.
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Grammar error corrected.
*looks at own half-written story*
Never mind...
I want to hear it! Who's with me?
I Make No Promises.
Okay, it's fixed now
I knew it was just water; it had to be. When I swam it somehow felt heavier. It felt as though it clung to the fabric of my uniform like a disease, pulling me further and further into the water, when in reality I had not left the surface since I arrived.
I and all of the commanding officers kept our heads high above the waves. It was not hard to discern the cause of the ships malfunctions; an island stood not too far from where we had crashed. On this mountainous strip of land was an enormous structure. It was built of deep grey stone and stood well above the mountains surrounding it. This structure was a gun. It pointed to the heavens, its barrel smoking, flakes of green still drifting in the air, following the wind.
“I’m going down for Tary.” Zenn announced. “And Otta.” He quickly added. What was it with him and those two? Why couldn’t he just let them die when the time came?
“If they are to die then so be it.” I exclaimed. Malla looked at me strangely. Many people looked at me like that when I said things; they looked at me as if I were a dead animal on the side of the road. They do this though they know deep down I’m right about what I say. Those that put kindness above all else are usually very ignorant and mistaken people. The fact of the matter is that men and women die on missions like this, and we knew it would eventually happen.
My words did not deter Zenn from going to save the two from the sinking ship. Where it sank to we did not know. The ocean floor was so deep down, it was impossible to see. The moon above was red and huge. There was only one thing for it, in my mind at least.
“Malla, Penna, we’re leaving Zenn. We’re off to the island.” I began to swim to the gun, but Penna did not follow. Nor did Malla. Penna cried, which I didn’t see much use in, and Malla did nothing but console. There was no help in this. “Now!” I was not asking, I was demanding we head to the island. Only there would we survive, and every able-minded person should see that. Every action I take is an action for the Federation. Our survival is key in furthering their cause. There we would surely find fruit and water; the means to survival.
“Our ship was just destroyed, two of our crew could be dead!” Malla did tire me.
“You can cry about it on dry land!” I was done talking. I started swimming to the island, knowing full well I’d probably be the only one. In that case, I’d probably be the only one surviving this whole thing as well.
And I can say that I'm not against it.
I despised Sampson. It hurt to call him captain, but I did anyway. I do not lack respect, like he did. But he had crossed the line here. Two of our crew-mates could have been dead and still he insisted we abandon the crash site.
I would not tolerate it, even if he was my captain.
I swam deep. The salt water stung in my eyes, more so than Alterra had prepared us for in training. This pain would not deter me from my mission; I would persevere. Eclipse still sank. Flashes of light sometimes shone from its sides in a frenzy of blue and yellow. As I swam down I saw a figure swimming upwards. I wished for it to be Tary; it would make things easier. I could stomach leaving Otta, but Tary could not be forgotten.
As we drew closer to each other it became apparent that this was not her. I scoffed and did not slow my descent. I swam straight past Otta, not daring to look at him. My focus was on getting Tary out of there alive.
I swam downwards, further and further until my ears stung and my throat became clogged, like an infection had taken me. The water rushed into my eyes and mouth and strained my body like I had caught a disease. Then I reached the ship. I swam through its corridors and rooms, searching for Tary. But it was she who found me.
She thrust a large aluminium tube into my arms, and some scuba goggles just afterwards. It became apparent that the tube was scuba gear, so I put it on as quickly as the thick water would allow. I snapped on the goggles and we began our calm accent.
Looking down I could still see no bottom to the ocean. I did however see a silhouette. It curled and contorted at the base of the island. It resembled a crab- no, an eel- a whale did it resemble. I could not see it clearly. It was enormous, and swam fast; too fast for me to escape if it began its chase.
We broke the surface. It was a glad thing in my eyes that everyone was already on their way to the island. There we would find fruit and water and other things needed to survive. I smiled, knowing that we would eventually be safe.
Then I frowned, remembering that if Sampson was still alive he would surely assume command. He was stubborn; that was his problem. Everything he did he did for the Federation, and not us, nor him. It's stuck in his mind that the Federation needs him, and acting on the Federation's behalf means saving himself all of the time. I still hadn't gotten used to it.
I hadn't been a part of the crew since they first set off on their voyage; they picked me up on Obraxis Prime mid way through their journey. The others tell me Sampson abandoned the last co-pilot on a moon somewhere in a far away system. Looks like he got what he deserved. We didn't deserve this, however. I, Penna and Otta lay on the beach, reflecting on what had just happened. Sampson already had begun picking fruit and scavenging for bits of scrap on the sand.
"I saw Zenn." Otta told us. "He was swimming towards Eclipse."
"Did you see Tary at all?" Penna asked. Otta shook his head.
"Just Zenn. He was probably going to look for Tary. It didn't look like he even noticed me, though." It was nice to talk to Otta, even under these circumstances. We barely ever saw him or Tary; they weren't allowed in the bridge with us. Then the pleasant talks came to an end when Sampson's gruff voice sounded in the air.
"Can you stop talking and get to work?!" Sampson was climbing the trunk of a small tree, ready to pick a bulbous orange fruit that hung from the leaves at the top. When we didn't reply he looked at us, his eyes drilling into our souls, even from yards away. "Help me or get out of my sight!" He concluded. We would gladly leave him. We didn't want to be anywhere near him.
"Let's just explore." Penna picked herself up and walked down the beach. Me and Otta looked blankly at each other and followed closely on. We walked to the gun. Looking at it we could already tell it wasn't stone, like the captain had suggested; it was a hard metal. The Aurora Survivor seemed to think it impenetrable, but I wouldn't believe it without proof. I wouldn't believe half of his stories without proof. That was probably the main reason I decided to tag along: proof. The entrance to the gun was wide open. The Aurora Survivor had said a force field blocked him from the inside. This just looked like a door. Vines grew from the top of it, hanging down the opening. It might as well have been a force field.
Then we began climbing the mountain. It was not very steep. Paths had been carved out from the sides of the stone, and these paths were easy to follow. We made our way over the gun, and then in front of us was a sight none of us ever thought we'd see.
Out from the water stuck a great ship, half submerged in the ocean. Trees grew from its back, and sand and dirt began to pile up on the metal. Birds circled the bridge that poked from the top of the vessel, higher than anything else on the planet. A massive forest had sprouted on the ship's metal spine, and like a fungus it grew across the whole body. Vines hung from its front; the nose had been blown completely off.
"It's beautiful." Penna commented. "I never thought I'd see it myself." she said. It was truly a legendary ship, now abandoned and forgotten.
It was the Aurora.
The last thing I want is for my characters to be cookie cutter. They won't fall into any stereotypes, like the captain hasn't, nor will they be black and white. Everyone will have their reasons for doing what they do, without being stereotypical heroes or villains. So thanks for the compliment
Mine is revolving the battle of the Institute, on the Elections thread.
Sampson had already salvaged enough metal scrap to begin constructing a shoddy base. With the building tool he had brought with him from the crash he had created a multipurpose room at the base of the gun, just outside its entrance. Inside it was barren; there was nothing save for a transmitter he had created. It was a small, white metal box. A red light flashed on its front. He had constructed in front of it a chair and table. A hatch was built into the wall directly behind him. It was always open. All he did was speak into that damn machine. It was the same sentence over and over again.
"Anyone receiving this message," he said. "We have crashed on planet 4546B and request immediate assistance. Over and out." For hours he repeated this sequence of words. The tedium died down as the sun began to set. Our ears became accustom to the noise.
Zenn and Tary had returned, which was nice. They never left each other's side. We sat around a shoddy campfire as the sun crouched beneath the horizon. Penna had calmed down by now. We told each other stories around the campfire; we recounted tales of the Obraxis Prime massacre, and the adventures of Craig McGill.
None sent more of a shiver up my spine, however, than Otta's stories. She told us about the adventures of the Aurora survivor on this very planet.
"He caught a deadly virus from a creature bite," she said. "He had to venture into the deepest, darkest depths of this very ocean to find a cure. Then he found the great Emperor of the Planet. The Emperor gave the survivor a cure, and told him of a way to escape the planet. Then he sailed away, into the stars, back to Terra lightyears away."
I started to believe these stories more and more. The Survivor's interviews to this day were not convincing, but somehow looking at the mythic Aurora, and seeing the planet first hand, made me want to believe him more and more.
"Now we're living those tales." Zenn grinned. "If he can do it alone, I'm sure we'll all be able to get out of here alive."
"Wrong." Otta interjected. Zenn looked shocked. "It is said that the Emperor died as soon as he gave the Survivor the key, and he was never seen again."
"You left out the part with the babies," Tary reminded. "You're just trying to scare us."
It wasn't possible to feel more scared than I already was. It was evident that Alterra were on their way, either from the distress signal sent when the power on Eclipse cut out or the numerous signals Sampson was sending. Suddenly the lights in the base flickered and fell dark. Sampson cried out in frustration.
"What happened?" Penna called to him.
"The damn base runs on solar power." Sampson walked out of the scruffy construct and pointed to the solar panel on the roof. "With the bloody sun down there isn't much I can do, is there?!" Sampson looked at all of us. Then he looked at the fire we sat around. "That's it," he concluded. "I'll find another source of energy; preferable thermal. I'll create a thermal generator with left over scrap on the beach, and then Ill-"
"Listen," I raised my hand to hopefully silence the captain. It worked. "You need to calm down. I'm sure someone got your signal, now just relax. There's room for one more at the fire." I reluctantly budged up to give him space to sit. The captain scoffed. He stood there for a second, but eventually sat beside me. He was still tense; I could feel it in his shoulders. I patted him on the arm and we sat around the fire for the rest of the night. None of us slept.
1. How much fertiliser was the aurora packing to support a ecosystem on its bow with no obvious sign of dirt to be planted on. Even if he alien plant life could grow that colossal from any hydroponic systems within the ship, it would take much longer than 30 years for any Chinese potato or other plant life to grow that large.
2. Why isn't any other reactor type now packaged with the standard building tool, didn't the survivor mention that it was crappy when he only had solar power. The builder could at least have a ocean planet setting to generate electricity from wind power or tidal forces.
3. Where are all the cave crawlers on the mountain islands, I can't even take 4 steps without one of them little bastards trying to leap at my face and impregnate me. I'm sure this could be explained by the small fish in the area dying out because of the immigration of reapers into the area, or any recent plotical fluctuations in the region *cough* *cough*
4. Your captain will probably be sent to prison after he gets rescued, just a statement. The thrase "A captain must go down with their ship" comes from the captain always having to be the last one to leave the vessel when sinking. Due to two of your characters possibly being alive underwater would mean the captain broke the oath and would be prosecuted, the only way he could get out of this would be to show he knew the crew died and he was the last person alive to leave the ship.
Either way it's a great story and if these plot hole could be filled in, that would be great.
@phantomfinch
1. Maybe moss grew on top of the ship. This moss provided a base for plant life to grow on, and voila!
2. Who said there isn't? All the captain said was that he was going to cobble together a thermal generator using scrap. He could have just meant he would be deconstructing the scrap and using it to build a thermal generator.
3. Uh....maybe they died due to a disease? I dunno, just ignore it for the sake of plot.
On another note, @Jamezorg, I love that the Survivor has taken on an air of quasimysticism (although thirty years seems a bit too short for the Survivor to become a folk hero-type figure)! Perhaps you could go into more detail about the Obraxis Prime Massacre and the adventures of Craig McGill, seeing as we have almost nothing about them in the game!
I'll definitely get into 1,2 and 4 later on, but as for 3 it should just be ignored for plot convenience
Great work, mate.
The die is cast. Keep rolling.
I ran swiftly through the dim, winding corridors of the Alterran Mothership. The Captain needed to know. The Proton Shields had not been as effective as simulations had suggested. They were broken, and Eclipse fell to 4546B like the rest had. The crew survived the crash, as did the ship. It was just submerged, and they were stuck on an island on the planet.
I burst into the bridge. "Captain!" I called. He stood darkly at the front of the bridge, surveying a grand fleet that flew outside the large window in front of him.
"What?" His words were cold as ice. The captain turned his body to face me. His right eye was wholly white, and a scar ran from the point of his nose to his right ear, over the eye. He was wrinkly, and his hair was grey. He was well over two hundred.
"We have received transmissions that suggest Eclipse has been shot down, and that it's crew are still alive." There was a moment of silence. It engulfed the room and turned the situation even more menacing.
Then the captain spoke. "All of them?" He asked.
"Yes." I answered. I was genuinely curious as to how he would react to this; he did not abide by one set of rules, but rather plucked from many rule books.
"Send a team down to the planet." He ordered. "Make sure they eliminate every Eclipse survivor." I did not believe his words for a second. Although he never joked I began to wish he had.
"Truly, captain?" I asked, out of sheer horror and fear.
"The Aurora Survivor gave us enough grief upon his return to the Federation; his stories about the Degasi sent Torgaljin bankrupt. Do you want this to happen to us?" He asked sincerely. I looked across the room at him. I could tell it pained him to give this order; it was all in the eyes. Ordering the execution of your men can't be easy for anyone but psychopaths. I looked down at the floor. Then back up. The Captain gave a convincing charade of confidence, but I saw through it.
"Sasha's brother is down there." I reminded him, but he still seemed as though he was to go through with this. Even if it did mean Malla's death, it was Alterra over a single crew. The Captain knew this. I began to leave, but I heard him mutter something to himself, beneath his own breath.
"It will hurt to see Sampson go." He said. Sampson was the captain of Eclipse. He was prised by the Captain more than most others in that rank. I had never met the man, but was sure of his greatness. "He was a good man." He continued. "He did what he had to do, and I liked that. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd sent that message himself."
I did not want anyone to die, especially not Sasha's brother. We were close; I didn't want to distance ourselves by delivering this order. I saw that I had to follow protocol, but was afraid I would not be able to muster the courage. I marched through the halls of the Mothership, looking for an admiral to give the order to.
"It won't happen." Sasha Corren was short and slender, with black hair and green eyes. "I won't let it." We spoke in the corner of the canteen. The Captain had ordered her brother's execution a day ago, and only now was I telling her. Was I horrid for waiting so long? Or was it kindness I was showing her? Either way it hurt to give.
"You know we can't question the Captain." I said. "He would have us sacked and imprisoned; he has that power. You've got a criminal record, don't you Seth?" I turned to Seth who also sat at our table, in on the conversation. "He'd bring it up and have you thrown behind bars once again." Seth looked at me, disgusted that I would bring it up. He despised what he once was, but by joining Alterra he had learned to put his past self behind him.
"If he ever did that I'd kill the man myself." I laughed, although his face seemed to suggest seriousness.
"Well, what are we going to do?" Sol, who sat next to me, asked us. "We can't just let the Captain kill your brother!"
"I'll tell you what we're going to do." Sasha announced. I was quite surprised by this sudden development. I sat, ready to listen to what she had to say. "We're going to get my brother back home."
"How?" Sol inquired. "There's only four of us; how are we meant to fly over to the other side of the galaxy? And when we finally get him where will we hide him without the Federation collecting him themselves?" I was intrigued as to what the answers to these questions would be.
"I'll tell you how." Sasha continued. "We're going to take a ship, we're going to avoid any Federation contact on our trip there, we're going to pick up the Eclipse crew and we're going to live the rest of our days on Obraxis Prime, sipping at the wine, eating delicious fruits and living quite happily." Sasha smiled at the thought. This happiness soon turned to a frown. "But we will have to steal a ship. And go against the orders of the Federation."
"It's been far too long since I did a bit of rule breaking." Seth grinned, his yellow and golden teeth showing in his mouth. "I say bring 'em on! Sol are you in?" Sol was not one for breaking rules. It came as a surprise to me when she agreed to go with Sasha.
"And what about you, Leonard?" Everybody at the table turned to me. I looked back at them.
"I can come." I said. "But it'll be a close call. I'll have to detach the ship from its cell, and then I'll have to run from the control panel inside. It'll be close, and you'll have to take off fast to get out without getting shot back down."
"It's worth the risk." Sasha said. "I'm getting my brother back."
I hadn't received a reply yet. I'd keep transmitting signals until someone bounced one back; I was determined to get someone to come to us. The Aurora Survivor talked about a way to disable the gun, but only non-infected individuals would be able to do it. We weren't infected; we'd be fine. The only problem was that the effect lasted only thirty minutes, he said, so the ship would have to pick us up very quickly.
All day I sent distress signals, and when night fell I, Malla and Zenn went into the gun to look for a way to disable it. The walls were ornate, and beautiful. I admired the craftsmanship. Zenn, stupidly, ran his hand against the walls.
"Don't bloody toutch anything!" I yelled. I needed to yell. It was the only way the words would reach his brain, through his thick skull. All he did was scoff at me and continue picking at the metallic plated walls. Perhaps I hadn't yelled loud enough.
We continued. We stumbled across ramps, stair cases, doors, all of them fashioned to look fantastic and pretty. They had won Zenn and Malla over, but I knew deep down this 'ancient race' was sick in the mind. They had shot down four ships so far, and killed hundreds on the Aurora and all the crew of the Sunbeam. No one ever talks about the Sunbeam, thank god. I don't want to be reminded of that utter failure. The Federation and I were disappointed with that crew. They failed. I tried my best to forget them.
Then we found a room. A raised path lead to a decorative glowing pillar at the heart of the room.
"That looks promising." Malla had a habit of stating the obvious, and it was truly an annoyance.
"You don't say." I looked at Zenn, who was giving me that look again. That look annoyed me to no end. "Give me your scanner." I ordered him. I held out my hand, and he slapped the nifty bit of tech into my palm. I gripped quickly and turned to the pillar. Steps lead up to it. Next to it was a button. I didn't want to press it. How long would it be before you could press it again? I wouldn't take that risk.
I scanned the pillar. It fed back information that the PDA translated. It told me that this was indeed where you would could disable the gun.
"You remember the route to this room?" I asked. My companions nodded, with grace, which was a welcome development. "Good." I smiled. "Let's make our way back out."
We exited the gun with exciting news, but Tary and Otta did not look as pleased.
"We're running out of food." They moaned. "We need to go into the water to get more."
"Fine." I caved. If they wanted to go into the water again, I would let them. They could survive their own way, and I would survive mine. "I've made a fabricator in the base. As long as you retrieve the appropriate materials you can create anything in that machine. Just don't break it while I'm gone."
"Where are you going?" Penna asked. She was clearly still not in the right frame of mind, so I would pardon her idiocy.
"Into the water. Like your friends here." I pointed to Otta and Tary. I felt Zenn's eyes stab the back of my head; two sharp points right in the skull.
"They're not your friends?" Malla inquired.
"I didn't join the Federation to make friends." I didn't understand why people joined to have a good time. It wasn't a good time, it was necessary. Someone had to do it, and we signed up. I was going into the water to try and salvage some scrap from the Aurora; perhaps some fragments. It was that time once again.
For some reason, this guy just makes me angry. He's like that serious teacher in secondary school, the one who everyone hates.
I definitely agree with you there, Sampson does kinda piss me off...
Speaking of little spelling mistakes:
what else you remember from the movie? Blade Runner?
Or maybe he truly is the cold, hardened leader we see him depicted as thus far. Wonderful story, I look forward to future updates.
"Bring back life form. Priority one. All other priorities rescinded. Crew expendable." Yup. Definitely Alien.
Yeah, that's pretty much me too. Although I could tolerate some ruthlessness from him (you've got to make tough choices to survive on an alien planet), right now Sampson's just being a dick.
I've always wanted to make a story for subnautica, but I have a problem where reading things sometimes goes to the back of my head, and when I write a story, sometimes it slips right in, creating copies of certain parts. And I don't think anyone would be interested in a full fledged third story.