Survival
Sid
Corwid of the Free Join Date: 2003-01-28 Member: 12903Members, Constellation
Corwid of the Free Join Date: 2003-01-28 Member: 12903Members, Constellation
<div class="IPBDescription">A Sequel(?) to The Speed of Darkness</div> Hi, here's another one of my "5 minute jobs." I know it's not very good, I'm only a teen with a simple mind. Hmm... Me hungry. Anyways, I posted 'The speed of Darkness" a while ago, but the mods must have deleted that page, so i cannot give yout he URL. If you like this story, I shall make more. Well, enjoy!
P.S. if you want to read "The speed of Darkness" just say the word and I'll post it. Have a good read.
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The consoles beeped repeatedly as the pod hurled into the atmosphere. The lone Human, laying inside a freezing chamber, could not hear the hissing of the outer hull as it melted away; getting closer and closer to it’s destination: ground. Nor could he feel the violent jolts as micrometeorites riddled the spacecraft’s hull and chewed it into pieces.
The man was a TSA pilot, in the cockpit of the Hermes advanced recon ship. The cockpit was ejected when the body of the vessel fell under attack by a swarm of Kharaa.
He still lay asleep, not knowing the dripping; oozing Kharaa egg that hung from the ceiling-panels of the Cockpit was present. Nor will he ever find out.
The ship began to bounce and sway violently, as it barley made it though the atmosphere, bits and pieces of the ship fell behind it. As it sped towards the ground, the automatic pilot began to attempt a “crash override”. It activated the emergency landing thrusters, but activating these at such a high speed was a mistake. When they ignited, they instantly blew the small Cockpit module in two, each piece (the front and the rear) falling in opposite directions. What was even more ironic (or lucky) was that Martin, the pilot for the TSA “Hermes” recon spacecraft was on the opposite piece of the dripping Kharaa egg.
He awoke to the skittering of claws on rock. His heart skipped a beat as he lay up in what used to be the freezing tube. The shield-plate was shattered, and around him there were large bits and pieces of the half cockpit in which he crashed. The eerie noises he heard upon awakening made him think about the incident that happened back in space. When the Hermes fell under attack. He instinctively reached to his side for his trusty pistol, which was gone.
He wearily stepped out of the wreckage and scanned the planet. Green, lots of Green. There seemed to be water existent on this planet, and he could plainly hear the familiar sound of chirping. But then he heard the noise again, the “Claws on Rock” noise he heard upon awakening. He couldn’t exactly tell where it was coming from, nor could he see clearly, because it was dusk, as it appeared, and there was little light. He looked up at the sky, two moons shining brightly, one with an orange haze, the other with a ghostly white haze. How peculiar, he thought. Martin sat down; ignoring any noises, and began to ponder on which planet he crashed on. He couldn’t look at the charts, because his ship was in pieces. Lots and lots of pieces.
Martin didn’t realize how lucky he was. The chances of surviving a planetary crash landing in an escape pod are slim-to-none. But his luck was soon to run out. He was safe, for now.
Martin sat up, still pondering if this was a charted planet or not. He grinned to himself as he reached down and picked up a steel rod, one of the Carbon freezing pipes used to put him into suspended animation. Martin was drained of energy, but before he set off to find a place to rest, he drove the rod into the ground and said aloud, “I claim this Planet for myself… Planet Martin!” His actions were tainted with dizziness, he couldn’t think straight. That’s what led him to do such childish acts.
Martin groaned. His legs felt like mush. It wasn’t everyday you get instantly woken up after crashing on an uncharted planet. He dragged a steel panel over two nearby boulders, and laid under it for shelter. He fell into a deep sleep. That was probably his biggest mistake.
The Skulk lay in deep grass; its sapphire eyes watched the human eagerly. Being a new hatchling, its mind was bent on survival, and this was the perfect moment to attack. Saliva dripped down the Skulk’s open maw, as it crouched deeper within the tall grass. It was going to wait until the human was deeply asleep. Then it could attack without any major consequences.
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End. (For now. If you like it I shall make more.)
P.S. if you want to read "The speed of Darkness" just say the word and I'll post it. Have a good read.
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The consoles beeped repeatedly as the pod hurled into the atmosphere. The lone Human, laying inside a freezing chamber, could not hear the hissing of the outer hull as it melted away; getting closer and closer to it’s destination: ground. Nor could he feel the violent jolts as micrometeorites riddled the spacecraft’s hull and chewed it into pieces.
The man was a TSA pilot, in the cockpit of the Hermes advanced recon ship. The cockpit was ejected when the body of the vessel fell under attack by a swarm of Kharaa.
He still lay asleep, not knowing the dripping; oozing Kharaa egg that hung from the ceiling-panels of the Cockpit was present. Nor will he ever find out.
The ship began to bounce and sway violently, as it barley made it though the atmosphere, bits and pieces of the ship fell behind it. As it sped towards the ground, the automatic pilot began to attempt a “crash override”. It activated the emergency landing thrusters, but activating these at such a high speed was a mistake. When they ignited, they instantly blew the small Cockpit module in two, each piece (the front and the rear) falling in opposite directions. What was even more ironic (or lucky) was that Martin, the pilot for the TSA “Hermes” recon spacecraft was on the opposite piece of the dripping Kharaa egg.
He awoke to the skittering of claws on rock. His heart skipped a beat as he lay up in what used to be the freezing tube. The shield-plate was shattered, and around him there were large bits and pieces of the half cockpit in which he crashed. The eerie noises he heard upon awakening made him think about the incident that happened back in space. When the Hermes fell under attack. He instinctively reached to his side for his trusty pistol, which was gone.
He wearily stepped out of the wreckage and scanned the planet. Green, lots of Green. There seemed to be water existent on this planet, and he could plainly hear the familiar sound of chirping. But then he heard the noise again, the “Claws on Rock” noise he heard upon awakening. He couldn’t exactly tell where it was coming from, nor could he see clearly, because it was dusk, as it appeared, and there was little light. He looked up at the sky, two moons shining brightly, one with an orange haze, the other with a ghostly white haze. How peculiar, he thought. Martin sat down; ignoring any noises, and began to ponder on which planet he crashed on. He couldn’t look at the charts, because his ship was in pieces. Lots and lots of pieces.
Martin didn’t realize how lucky he was. The chances of surviving a planetary crash landing in an escape pod are slim-to-none. But his luck was soon to run out. He was safe, for now.
Martin sat up, still pondering if this was a charted planet or not. He grinned to himself as he reached down and picked up a steel rod, one of the Carbon freezing pipes used to put him into suspended animation. Martin was drained of energy, but before he set off to find a place to rest, he drove the rod into the ground and said aloud, “I claim this Planet for myself… Planet Martin!” His actions were tainted with dizziness, he couldn’t think straight. That’s what led him to do such childish acts.
Martin groaned. His legs felt like mush. It wasn’t everyday you get instantly woken up after crashing on an uncharted planet. He dragged a steel panel over two nearby boulders, and laid under it for shelter. He fell into a deep sleep. That was probably his biggest mistake.
The Skulk lay in deep grass; its sapphire eyes watched the human eagerly. Being a new hatchling, its mind was bent on survival, and this was the perfect moment to attack. Saliva dripped down the Skulk’s open maw, as it crouched deeper within the tall grass. It was going to wait until the human was deeply asleep. Then it could attack without any major consequences.
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End. (For now. If you like it I shall make more.)
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Hey, thanks you guys!
Okay, here's the first one, also my first story, so it's bad..... very bad. This should give you an idea why Martin crashed on the planet.
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DATA FILE ACCESSED//////
PROCESSING REQUEST....
SHIP LOG ONLINE//00.100.0011
ACTIVATE
ONE HOUR, THIRTY-TWO EARTH MINUTES,
"I have arrived... for nearly six months I have been frozen in stasis. I am aboard the newest recon vessel of the TSA fleet, the ?Hermes? class scout ship. With its cloaking ability, I can travel undetected deep into enemy space. As I create this log, I am sitting by the dying Sun known as ?Mar-Sareth.? This is a one-manned vessel with simplistic controls and compact size. There is a Bedroom of petite size, a hydro-shower, and only one food/drink replictor aboard. I now begin my 4 month observation of this sector? initiating the cloaking device.? ///END TRANSMISSION
FORTY-THREE HOURS, TWELVE EARTH MINUTES,
?Success! Long range sensors have detected the Kharaa swarm? cloaking is at one hundred percent, so I am invisible to them. They appear to be at the far end of this sector, the automated transmitter ray has most likely beamed back this information to TSA Headquarters. It?s only a matter of time before they tell me to pull out. I can?t wait to get my salary!? ///END TRANSMISSION
///WARNING! FAILURE DETECTED IN TRANSMITTER RAY///
///BEGIN MANUAL TRANSMISSION///ETA TO TSA HQ: TWENTY-FOUR EARTH DAYS///...ABORTED
FORTY-EIGHT HOURS, TWENTY-ONE EARTH MINUTES,
?Minor drawback. Impact from a micrometeorite has damaged the Transmitter ray, and I cannot contact Headquarters? I tried to fix the bloody thing manually, but I do not have the time and patience to wait that long? <Static> ?what was that? Short-range sensors pick? up something? interference with... interments?? ///END TRANSMISSION
///POWER OVERIDE ACESSED? BOOSTING POWER TO IN-SHIP SYSTEMS///
///WARNING-ENGINE POWER DRAINING///
///ACCESSED ALERT SUB ROUTINE-Disabled///
///MANUAL LOG INPUT ACCESSED:
?There here? the time is? forty? nine hours and around thirty minutes. For the past five... or so minutes, I?ve been hearing scraping on the Hermes? outer hull. But how can this be? I am cloaked? <Banging of a nearby console> Hmmm? how can they pick up my ship? I?m pretty sure the Kharaa infested vessel that I spotted a couple hours ago doesn?t have sensors activated, let alone the Kharaa being able to even read sensor readings? HOLD ON A BLOODY MINUTE? For the love of? <Kicking of console> my distress beacon! It must have activated when my transmitter ray malfunctioned? The high-pitched tone of it must be driving the Kharaa toward me- <Screeching of Metal> THERE IT IS AGAIN! Those **** are on my hull!? ///MANUAL TRANSMISSION ENDED
///ACCESSED EMERGANCY CLOAK OVERRIDE
///WARNING ALERTS ///Disabled/// NO WARNING WILL BE PLAYED
///DECLOAKING?
///?
///?
///DECLOAKED///POWER RETURNING FROM CLOAK GENERATORS///
///ENGINES ONLINE///AUTOPILOT ENGAGED AT COORDINATES///00-47 by 67-00 mark 34
///HULL BREACH DETECTED///
<Sound of gunshots and hissing noises followed by a slow bulky sound of a thick door closing>
///COCKPIT SEALED///LIFE-FORMS DETECTED: 7
///EJECTING COCKPIT
///REMOTE SELF DESTRUCT ENABLED?HAVE A NICE DAY.
<Silence>
///COCKPIT COMMAND ACTIVATED?
///ACESSING LOG?
///ACCESSED///RECORDING?
?I have no idea of the time. I have been ejected from the body of my spacecraft, and I?m recording this log from it?s ejected cockpit. My only hope is the Stasis Freezing Chamber? and hope that maybe someone will pick me up. I have suffered a severe leg injury, but it probably will get repaired while in stasis; TSA will not be please by the blowing up of their state-of-the-art ship. I hope I got those **** with the self-destruct? short range sensors picking up nothing? impulse engines at forty-six percent? I am merely drifting though space. I am now leaving the sector; as I gaze out the only window I see the dying Sun seem to wave to me 'good-bye'?. ///END TRANSMISSION
///STASIS FREEZING CHAMBER ACCESSED///AUTO PILOT ENGAGED//ETA TO TSA HQ: 14 Months, 27 days, 12 Hours ///END LOG
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I know it's a bad story. heh. It was my first one.
Int he Sequel to Survival, it will say how/why he crashed on the planet that he's in.
Anyways, thanks for the replies! (I may write the sequel later tonight...)
-Sid
I'm currently not writing it... I have to be in the "mood" aka high on caffiene at 3:00 in the morning when weird images pop into my head! <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
-Sid
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keep up the good work!