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Post by Hussar on Sept 30, 2003 4:11:11 GMT -5
Agent Regina said
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Post by Hussar on Sept 30, 2003 4:26:53 GMT -5
Captain Marshall looked around the command center. With Lt. Howard in bed, both he and Lt. Simkin had been pulling double shifts. The captain was not happy.
Calling up the schematics for Hope one more time, he looked over his ship. Shaped like a fat cigar, the ship was divided into five sections. Farthest aft was the Base module. It would be separated from the ship once they acheived orbit and dropped to the surface of the asteroid. It would then become the central part of the base. Next came the drop module. The crew would pile into here and be shot at the asteroid using maglev catapults to a soft landing on the asteroid's surface. Then came the command deck followed by the lab/tech/recreation deck. Finally, furthest fore was the sleeping quarters. 4 triple bunks arranged around the bulkheads. Ten crew sleeping while ten crew worked. So far it hadn't been too bad. Some people were showing a little strain with the lack of space, but, so far, the shrinks back in Antarctica seem to have weeded out the crazies.
Except for my 3IC, thought the Captain.
Jumping in the 0.1 g, the captain launched himself through the central hatch that linked the entire ship. Centered in the "floor" of each deck, travelling between decks only required a slight jump. 0.1 g was enough to keep you on the bed and coffee in the cup, but that's about it.
Looking over at the medic bed at the supine form of his 3 IC, the captain mentally keyed his messenger and sent a priority one message to his 3IC.
Lieutenant John Howard from Captain Marshall. Priority: Urgent.
Lieutenant, as a member of the United States Air Force, you are expected to maintain a certain level of discipline and decorum at all times. You have failed in that duty. Under the Code of Service Discipline, I can have you executed for deriliction of duty. If there is any repeat of this, any threat whatsoever from you to this mission, I will instruct the computer to shunt a massive shock through your neural cannula causing an aneurism which will kill you instantly. If you are incapable of performing your duties on this mission, I need to be informed immedietely. I will instruct Doctor Seward to sedate you for the remainder of this mission. Are you capable of behaving as an officer should?
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Post by Agent Regina on Sept 30, 2003 6:52:29 GMT -5
Brenda was dreading walking anywhere on the ship, she'd heard that John had been discharged from the infirmary, she tried to get the data samples organised over the last few days for her volcanoes back on Earth but...
~But you can't stop thinking about how you screwed up John can you.~ She tutted to herself.
She was afraid that if she saw him again, he might either go on an insane training session again, or strangle her thre and then.
~Stop being so dramatic,....but that's most probably what he wants to do right about now!~ Brenda thought as she stared ahead of her laptop in the womens quaters.
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Post by Little Blue Dragon on Sept 30, 2003 7:01:57 GMT -5
Sarah had just finished some tests.
"Hmm. All done, that took longer than i anticipated. Time for that coffee i think. I wonder if he's ok. Grr if he upsets Bren I'll kill him. Oh god i'm getting stressed again. Definatley time for a coffee. I'll get changed and find Bren."
She wandered down to the women's quarters and saw Brenda looking upset.
"Are you ok? Hey what's worring you?"
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Post by Agent Regina on Sept 30, 2003 7:07:36 GMT -5
"I heard John got a serious warning today." Brenda moped.
~I have so made an entire balls up of everything!~ She thought to herself.
"I better submerge myself in my work, .... Sarah, what do you think'll happen when I see him down the corridor? Will he strangle me or something?" She closed her laptop and decided to walk to the mess hall with Sarah for a coffee.
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Post by Hussar on Sept 30, 2003 8:09:41 GMT -5
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Oct 2, 2003 8:20:38 GMT -5
John sighed at the threat as it continued to bother him during his meditation. "An anuraism... I'd rather commit seppuku than that." he sighed again and stood up, smiling sadly he walked to the mess hall. As he walked in he stopped when his eyes rested upon brenda. TEXTShe's so beautiful... i hope she isnt to mad for almost killing myself...TEXT
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Post by Agent Regina on Oct 2, 2003 8:28:03 GMT -5
Brenda was making herself a drink, the day had been hard.
"Perhaps I should just quit while I'm ahead you know?"
She moped.
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Post by Little Blue Dragon on Oct 2, 2003 9:01:45 GMT -5
She hated anyone getting upset, but especially Bren. Ever since they met at Antartica shes been really protective of her. Brenda was strong but she kept her emotions locked up until they break her. She had never seen Bren this upset before and it made her angry that it was something she couldn't help with.
~There's nothing i can do to fix a broken heart. But i can help to stop her getting more upset~
"Cheer up Things just need time. There's alot more to this mission and wee need you to be strong."
She hugged bren
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Post by Agent Regina on Oct 3, 2003 2:40:12 GMT -5
"Yeah, I guess I should just put on my glasses and do reals of work. I haven't checked the volcanoes I'm studying in a while, I have tonnes of e-mails with the data in for me." Brenda smiled and was thankful for the hug!
Brenda drank the coffee and picked up her data files from the asteroid.
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Post by Hussar on Oct 7, 2003 1:31:40 GMT -5
The next few weeks pass uneventfully. Things settle down into a fairly standard routine. You keep busy as best you can but boredom is becoming a problem. You complete a series of drills similating land fall, but even those fail to hold your interest for very long. Endless repetition is starting to drive you to distraction.
During the midday meal on day 23, your conversation is interupted by a series of pinging sounds reverberating around the hull. While the ionization of the light sail does prevent any dust and small bits from running into you, it does not prevent broadside hits from small, fast moving asteroids.
You freeze, listening as the cracks get louder and more frequent. Suddenly, there is a scream as someone doubles over, blood spraying everywhere. Sirens blare, but not loudly enough to cover the hissing sound of a punctured bulkhead.
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Post by Hussar on Oct 9, 2003 21:59:43 GMT -5
Due to a lack of interest, I will be terminating this game shortly, unless someone posts here.
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