chapter 6 and 7 are going to take quite a while to finish im trying my best to be patient.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Chapter 5
Here is chapter 5:
I know there's lots of gramatical errors and choppy sentences.
They passed through the gateway one by one. As vehicle 78g left the base, James strapped on his mask. Over the roar of the engine he could hear Trisha ordering around Ardie and Fooz from inside the vehicle.
"What are you doing. Get off that you big lug! Ardie, get your butt over here! Don't touch that Fooz. Do you want to get us killed!"
The convoy viciously cut a path through the jungle. The Jungle seemed to watch in silence as they noisily bore on toward the mountain. After the initial tension of entering the unknown wore off, James rested his back against the vehicle and braced the rear machine gun between his knees. He glanced up at king who was in control of the main turret. King kept a constant eye on everything they passed. He knew the noise they were making would draw somethings' attention. The convoy continued on. The sun was already on it's way down when King felt that old familiar twinge in his stomach. Something was wrong. He had felt this feeling before but was never in a position to do anything. Thanks to the embassy, now he was. The head vehicle turned a corner followed by two rangers.
"Tell Mac to hold up!" he shouted to Trish.
"Hey Mac, Hold up!" Trisha voiced into the communicator. There was a pause.
"Corporal McLarty, This is Sgt. Dagmar. Respond now!"
"Nothing sir!", she shouted to King.
"Put me on speaker."
"Yes sir."
"EVERYONE STOP!" Kings voice startled James causing him to set off his machine gun. "Hold yourself together boy!" shouted King. James could hear him muttering curses under his breath. A ranger, and two assault vehicles including their own stood silently on the path.
"Whats the deal, Captain?" shouted one of the men from the ranger.
"Something is..." They heard the rumble of engines coming from the west. A ranger turned rapidly back onto the path and headed toward them. There was no machine gunner in the turret. A roar ten times the magnitude of the monster from the night before, echoed through the trees. An assault vehicle flew, from the curve in the path, through the air and into one of the trees. A repulsive head stuck out from behind the tops of the trees, its eyes were the size of a small car. Black flesh stretched across its face, a massive, clawed foot stepped into view taking down a tree which landed directly on top of the run away Ranger. The driver crawled from the wreckage and began to run toward the remaining convoy. Out from the side of the path ran a group of two legged monsters much larger than the driver with brightly colored feathers and broad beaks. They over took the man and tore at his flesh.
"God! They look like Dino-birds!" said someone from below as King watched the driver being eaten alive. The Behemoth turned toward the convoy and let out and earth crumbling bellow as it began to move toward them.
"Go. go.go!" said Ardie to Trisha as she put the vehicle in reverse. The convoy retreated backwards as the predators charged after them. The turrets on the tops of the vehicles fired away at the towering beast causing little effect. The flightless birds had reached the first assault vehicle and had jumped on flinging Henderson from the rear turret. The giant lizard crushed the vehicle and two of the birds, as it stumbled closer and closer to its victims. The last ranger's left wheel hit a large rock sending it out of control and into a tree. Vines from the tree wrapped around the ranger and crushed it against it's base.
"Get us off this path!" shouted King. The vehicle skidded to a stop nearly throwing James over his gun and onto the jungle floor. It suddenly took off head first into the Jungle. James aimed down his sight ready for anything that might persue them. Three of the same birds jumped out from behind a tree and snapped wildly at the air. James let loose sending one of the birds head over heels. It was harder to get a hit on the other two. Trees and vines blocked his line of fire as the vehicle wove in and out of obstacles. Without warning the Bird on the right clamped down on the barrel of the machine gun swinging herself onto the vehicle and James off of it. James managed to hold onto the gun and fire six rounds down her throat.
"King!" he squealed as he dangled from the gun, legs flailing in every direction. The remaining bird took advantage of the easy prey and latched onto James' boot. James was being pulled in one direction by an assault vehicle racing through an uncharted jungle and another by a flesh eating overgrown ostrich.
"KING! HELP ME!" His grip was slipping. King reached out a hand, but afraid to get pulled off as well, held back.
"Watch out!", shouted Ardie to Trish as they ran right over a fallen tree. The impact sent James flying through the air, without his boot, and strait toward the ground. King grabbed his leg just in time. James guarded his face as thorns and under growth slashed at his arms. Through Trisha's side view mirror, she could see James hanging up side down trying to dodge the sticks and stones that were thrown in his way by the tires.
"Hold on!" she said as she performed a three-sixty, swinging James back onto the vehicle. The last bird ran head first into the wind shield. King finished it off. Once James returned to his position, Trisha sped toward an opening in the Jungle. When they broke through, they found themselves on a precipice covered in luscious green grass. Trisha slammed on the brakes. James could see a mountain in the distance. The unmistakable roar of the monster from the path, shook the ground.
"What are we going to do?!" panicked Ardie. Trisha turned the vehicle in such a way that James and King could get clear shots If it came barrelling through. The commotion grew louder and louder. King began to count.
"One, Two, Three!" An assault vehicle flew out from behind the trees. The behemoth followed, knocking a tree directly onto the engine of Trisha's vehicle. Vehicle 45e and the beast, skidded off the cliff. Corpral Yazzie, who was in the front turret, jumped from the vehicle toward the cliff. He landed safely on his stomach only to be pulled down by a long, black, bone crushing tail. Silence was once again restored.
King was the first to jump down onto the grass. James jumped too, but stumbled when he landed. He wanted his shoe back. Ardie and Fooz climbed out of the top and joined them. two submachine guns, a rifle and a pistol flew from the hatch and onto the grass. King handed the two machine guns to James and Fooz, he took the rifle for himself. Ardie bent down and picked up the pistol. There was a loud bang from inside the vehicle. smoke rose from the hatch, Trisha rose with it.
"It's no good, were screwed." she said as she landed next to Ardie sniper, in hand. The sun was begining to set behind the mountain. Bright colors shone from its peak, then it was gone. The rate at wich the darkness fell startled them all. Ardie reahed into his pack and pulled out a light stick. He shook it. The stick came to life shining brighter than a campfire. It cast erie shadows on the landscape below. The jungle echoed with noises as the stranded survivors, made preperations for the long night ahead.
"James", said king, " You and Trish have first watch......Is there a problem?"
"No sir", said James and Trisha in unison. Fooz chuckled in the shadows.
"Good." King layed down in the grass next to Ardie and closed his eyes. James and Trisha walked closer to the edge of the Jungle. Hours passed without a sound from either of them. James made sideways glances every so often, but Trisha was made of stone. Her statue stood ridgid in the night. Now that they were away from the base the jungle seemed alive. The trees danced and swayed on their own accord. For a moment evrything seemed peaceful. A moment later Trisha heard a moan in the distance, a human moan.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yah, It sounded like a person."
"Comon." said Trish as she stepped into the foilage.
"Are you crazy?!"
"Thats an order. Comon soldier!" Jame reluctantly followed. Marching in high steps to avoid getting tangled in the under brush, he moved toward the noise. The light from the glow stick diminished as he folowed Trisha into the darkness. He felt like he was in a cave. He could barley see his own feet. Something swung overhead with a shrill cry. James aimed his gun upward, looked back at where Trisha was standing, and found she was gone.
"Trisha, Sergant Dagmar? Thrish! Where are you?!" He found himself alone, lost in the jungle of hell.
Ardie awoke form his uncomfortable position and looked at his watch. It would be two hours till next shift. He glanced over at Trisha, who was now pacing back and forth across the jungles edge. Ardie stood up and walked over.
"Where's James?"
"He had to take a leak. He'll be back."
"You mean he went in there?!"
"Yah, Its no big deal he'll be back in a second. You should get some more rest." Trish seemed happier than usual, which Ardie took as a good sign. He layed down on a fresh patch of grass and fell asleep.
James heard crying to his left, he groped in the darkness praying to God, if there was a god, that he wouldn't run into anything that would try to kill him. The sound was definitley human and it was getting louder.
"Oh God no! Go away! Go AWAY!" the mans screams turned into uncontrolable sobs.
"Shut up! Do you want to get us killed?!" the cryind stopped.
" Who's there?"
"Lieutenant Calhorn" The man broke back into sobs.
"Pull yourself together..." James tripped and fell on something large and feathery. It was a bird! James rolled over onto his back. Something wet and sticky was dripping down his neck. Nothing happend, the bird remained motionless. He felt up the creatures neck till he reached the beak. A shiver went down his spine when he touched it. He moved down the beak, and along the ground. His hand met leather and string. His boot!
"Are you still there?" Said the man in a quivering voice.
"Yah, hold on" He pulled out the splinters and thorns in his foot and strapped on his boot.
"Thank God you found me!"
"Who are you?"
"Corpral McLarty..We were heading down the path when this lizard the size of my...It was Godzilla!"
"I know. Your not the only one. It wiped out more than half the convoy."
"I managed to escape before it tried to eat our vehicle. I ran in here and was attacked by only God knows what and now I cant walk." James felt down his legs. Both were covered in blood. he tried moving one of them but McLarty whimpered in pain.
"Theyre broken."
"I could have figured that much."
"Brace yourself." said James as he pulled Mclarty by the armpits and drug him forward.
"What are you doing...NO..Arghh!" James pulled him over the bird and stopped.
"I can't do this!" said Mclarty.
"You'll have to." James pulled again, this time for much longer. Mclarty screamed with every root and rock they crossed over. James was concerned he would draw attention, but he pressed on. Mclarty's screams made him want to scream. It was hopeless, the whole mission, screw the mission! Screw Ardie, King and Fooz. Screw the embassy, the institution, SCREW THIS! Mclarty was silent. James bent down to see if he was still alive. His pulse was seady. James pulled Mclarty for the better part of an hour, leaving a trail of blood and tears wherever they went. Just when James was ready to give up and let the jungle devour him, a light shone through an opening in the trees. James lumbered toward it till he saw King and Ardie talking to Trisha.
"When did he go in?" said King.
"Over an hour ago."
"An hour ago, and he's still not back! I know you hate his guts but thats no excuse for not alerting us!"
"I know."
"Damn it! Trish!"
"Look!" said Ardie as he pointed toward James who had just emerged from the jungle dragging Mclarty.
"What is your freakin' problem!" James yelled at Trish. He put down his companion and walked toward Trisha ready to give her a peice of his mind.
"You tried to kill me!"
"You just couldn't keep up!"
"You turned around and came back! You selfish b.." A malicious howl interupted him. Three dog like creatures came bounding out of the jungle and pulled at Maclarty's legs. King opened fire sending one down and the other two strait for them. James took out one and Trisha and Ardie finished the other. The familiar growl from last night echoed in James skull. Two bears came barraling through as well. Ardie fired a round but was thrown to the side. King rolled out of the way. Trisha shot at one sending it up on it's back legs. James was crushed by the weight of the first bear as he looked into its yellow snake eyes and felt its fleshy paw at his throat. Light and sound burst from the rear machine gun on vehicle 78g. The beast on top of James slumped over and lay motionless. The second retreated into the woods. suddenly roots shot up around the vehicle enclosing themselves around it. Fooz leaped off just in time. The vehicle was compacted and drug down into the earth. It was like the jungle was telling them to Shut up. No one slept for the remainder of the night. Mclarty finally regained conciousness and looked down at his feet which were now nothing more but bloody stumps. Ardie did his best to treat his wounds. He built a stretcher out of branches and brush and built it in such a way that Fooz could drag it along with ease. James stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down, not expecting to see anything. Using his canteen, he washed off as much of the bird blood as he could. The sun began to rise, and as it did, he saw the monster and vehicle 45e being picked and proded by a pack of devilish wolves. James knew for sure he was in hell.
I know there's lots of gramatical errors and choppy sentences.
They passed through the gateway one by one. As vehicle 78g left the base, James strapped on his mask. Over the roar of the engine he could hear Trisha ordering around Ardie and Fooz from inside the vehicle.
"What are you doing. Get off that you big lug! Ardie, get your butt over here! Don't touch that Fooz. Do you want to get us killed!"
The convoy viciously cut a path through the jungle. The Jungle seemed to watch in silence as they noisily bore on toward the mountain. After the initial tension of entering the unknown wore off, James rested his back against the vehicle and braced the rear machine gun between his knees. He glanced up at king who was in control of the main turret. King kept a constant eye on everything they passed. He knew the noise they were making would draw somethings' attention. The convoy continued on. The sun was already on it's way down when King felt that old familiar twinge in his stomach. Something was wrong. He had felt this feeling before but was never in a position to do anything. Thanks to the embassy, now he was. The head vehicle turned a corner followed by two rangers.
"Tell Mac to hold up!" he shouted to Trish.
"Hey Mac, Hold up!" Trisha voiced into the communicator. There was a pause.
"Corporal McLarty, This is Sgt. Dagmar. Respond now!"
"Nothing sir!", she shouted to King.
"Put me on speaker."
"Yes sir."
"EVERYONE STOP!" Kings voice startled James causing him to set off his machine gun. "Hold yourself together boy!" shouted King. James could hear him muttering curses under his breath. A ranger, and two assault vehicles including their own stood silently on the path.
"Whats the deal, Captain?" shouted one of the men from the ranger.
"Something is..." They heard the rumble of engines coming from the west. A ranger turned rapidly back onto the path and headed toward them. There was no machine gunner in the turret. A roar ten times the magnitude of the monster from the night before, echoed through the trees. An assault vehicle flew, from the curve in the path, through the air and into one of the trees. A repulsive head stuck out from behind the tops of the trees, its eyes were the size of a small car. Black flesh stretched across its face, a massive, clawed foot stepped into view taking down a tree which landed directly on top of the run away Ranger. The driver crawled from the wreckage and began to run toward the remaining convoy. Out from the side of the path ran a group of two legged monsters much larger than the driver with brightly colored feathers and broad beaks. They over took the man and tore at his flesh.
"God! They look like Dino-birds!" said someone from below as King watched the driver being eaten alive. The Behemoth turned toward the convoy and let out and earth crumbling bellow as it began to move toward them.
"Go. go.go!" said Ardie to Trisha as she put the vehicle in reverse. The convoy retreated backwards as the predators charged after them. The turrets on the tops of the vehicles fired away at the towering beast causing little effect. The flightless birds had reached the first assault vehicle and had jumped on flinging Henderson from the rear turret. The giant lizard crushed the vehicle and two of the birds, as it stumbled closer and closer to its victims. The last ranger's left wheel hit a large rock sending it out of control and into a tree. Vines from the tree wrapped around the ranger and crushed it against it's base.
"Get us off this path!" shouted King. The vehicle skidded to a stop nearly throwing James over his gun and onto the jungle floor. It suddenly took off head first into the Jungle. James aimed down his sight ready for anything that might persue them. Three of the same birds jumped out from behind a tree and snapped wildly at the air. James let loose sending one of the birds head over heels. It was harder to get a hit on the other two. Trees and vines blocked his line of fire as the vehicle wove in and out of obstacles. Without warning the Bird on the right clamped down on the barrel of the machine gun swinging herself onto the vehicle and James off of it. James managed to hold onto the gun and fire six rounds down her throat.
"King!" he squealed as he dangled from the gun, legs flailing in every direction. The remaining bird took advantage of the easy prey and latched onto James' boot. James was being pulled in one direction by an assault vehicle racing through an uncharted jungle and another by a flesh eating overgrown ostrich.
"KING! HELP ME!" His grip was slipping. King reached out a hand, but afraid to get pulled off as well, held back.
"Watch out!", shouted Ardie to Trish as they ran right over a fallen tree. The impact sent James flying through the air, without his boot, and strait toward the ground. King grabbed his leg just in time. James guarded his face as thorns and under growth slashed at his arms. Through Trisha's side view mirror, she could see James hanging up side down trying to dodge the sticks and stones that were thrown in his way by the tires.
"Hold on!" she said as she performed a three-sixty, swinging James back onto the vehicle. The last bird ran head first into the wind shield. King finished it off. Once James returned to his position, Trisha sped toward an opening in the Jungle. When they broke through, they found themselves on a precipice covered in luscious green grass. Trisha slammed on the brakes. James could see a mountain in the distance. The unmistakable roar of the monster from the path, shook the ground.
"What are we going to do?!" panicked Ardie. Trisha turned the vehicle in such a way that James and King could get clear shots If it came barrelling through. The commotion grew louder and louder. King began to count.
"One, Two, Three!" An assault vehicle flew out from behind the trees. The behemoth followed, knocking a tree directly onto the engine of Trisha's vehicle. Vehicle 45e and the beast, skidded off the cliff. Corpral Yazzie, who was in the front turret, jumped from the vehicle toward the cliff. He landed safely on his stomach only to be pulled down by a long, black, bone crushing tail. Silence was once again restored.
King was the first to jump down onto the grass. James jumped too, but stumbled when he landed. He wanted his shoe back. Ardie and Fooz climbed out of the top and joined them. two submachine guns, a rifle and a pistol flew from the hatch and onto the grass. King handed the two machine guns to James and Fooz, he took the rifle for himself. Ardie bent down and picked up the pistol. There was a loud bang from inside the vehicle. smoke rose from the hatch, Trisha rose with it.
"It's no good, were screwed." she said as she landed next to Ardie sniper, in hand. The sun was begining to set behind the mountain. Bright colors shone from its peak, then it was gone. The rate at wich the darkness fell startled them all. Ardie reahed into his pack and pulled out a light stick. He shook it. The stick came to life shining brighter than a campfire. It cast erie shadows on the landscape below. The jungle echoed with noises as the stranded survivors, made preperations for the long night ahead.
"James", said king, " You and Trish have first watch......Is there a problem?"
"No sir", said James and Trisha in unison. Fooz chuckled in the shadows.
"Good." King layed down in the grass next to Ardie and closed his eyes. James and Trisha walked closer to the edge of the Jungle. Hours passed without a sound from either of them. James made sideways glances every so often, but Trisha was made of stone. Her statue stood ridgid in the night. Now that they were away from the base the jungle seemed alive. The trees danced and swayed on their own accord. For a moment evrything seemed peaceful. A moment later Trisha heard a moan in the distance, a human moan.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yah, It sounded like a person."
"Comon." said Trish as she stepped into the foilage.
"Are you crazy?!"
"Thats an order. Comon soldier!" Jame reluctantly followed. Marching in high steps to avoid getting tangled in the under brush, he moved toward the noise. The light from the glow stick diminished as he folowed Trisha into the darkness. He felt like he was in a cave. He could barley see his own feet. Something swung overhead with a shrill cry. James aimed his gun upward, looked back at where Trisha was standing, and found she was gone.
"Trisha, Sergant Dagmar? Thrish! Where are you?!" He found himself alone, lost in the jungle of hell.
Ardie awoke form his uncomfortable position and looked at his watch. It would be two hours till next shift. He glanced over at Trisha, who was now pacing back and forth across the jungles edge. Ardie stood up and walked over.
"Where's James?"
"He had to take a leak. He'll be back."
"You mean he went in there?!"
"Yah, Its no big deal he'll be back in a second. You should get some more rest." Trish seemed happier than usual, which Ardie took as a good sign. He layed down on a fresh patch of grass and fell asleep.
James heard crying to his left, he groped in the darkness praying to God, if there was a god, that he wouldn't run into anything that would try to kill him. The sound was definitley human and it was getting louder.
"Oh God no! Go away! Go AWAY!" the mans screams turned into uncontrolable sobs.
"Shut up! Do you want to get us killed?!" the cryind stopped.
" Who's there?"
"Lieutenant Calhorn" The man broke back into sobs.
"Pull yourself together..." James tripped and fell on something large and feathery. It was a bird! James rolled over onto his back. Something wet and sticky was dripping down his neck. Nothing happend, the bird remained motionless. He felt up the creatures neck till he reached the beak. A shiver went down his spine when he touched it. He moved down the beak, and along the ground. His hand met leather and string. His boot!
"Are you still there?" Said the man in a quivering voice.
"Yah, hold on" He pulled out the splinters and thorns in his foot and strapped on his boot.
"Thank God you found me!"
"Who are you?"
"Corpral McLarty..We were heading down the path when this lizard the size of my...It was Godzilla!"
"I know. Your not the only one. It wiped out more than half the convoy."
"I managed to escape before it tried to eat our vehicle. I ran in here and was attacked by only God knows what and now I cant walk." James felt down his legs. Both were covered in blood. he tried moving one of them but McLarty whimpered in pain.
"Theyre broken."
"I could have figured that much."
"Brace yourself." said James as he pulled Mclarty by the armpits and drug him forward.
"What are you doing...NO..Arghh!" James pulled him over the bird and stopped.
"I can't do this!" said Mclarty.
"You'll have to." James pulled again, this time for much longer. Mclarty screamed with every root and rock they crossed over. James was concerned he would draw attention, but he pressed on. Mclarty's screams made him want to scream. It was hopeless, the whole mission, screw the mission! Screw Ardie, King and Fooz. Screw the embassy, the institution, SCREW THIS! Mclarty was silent. James bent down to see if he was still alive. His pulse was seady. James pulled Mclarty for the better part of an hour, leaving a trail of blood and tears wherever they went. Just when James was ready to give up and let the jungle devour him, a light shone through an opening in the trees. James lumbered toward it till he saw King and Ardie talking to Trisha.
"When did he go in?" said King.
"Over an hour ago."
"An hour ago, and he's still not back! I know you hate his guts but thats no excuse for not alerting us!"
"I know."
"Damn it! Trish!"
"Look!" said Ardie as he pointed toward James who had just emerged from the jungle dragging Mclarty.
"What is your freakin' problem!" James yelled at Trish. He put down his companion and walked toward Trisha ready to give her a peice of his mind.
"You tried to kill me!"
"You just couldn't keep up!"
"You turned around and came back! You selfish b.." A malicious howl interupted him. Three dog like creatures came bounding out of the jungle and pulled at Maclarty's legs. King opened fire sending one down and the other two strait for them. James took out one and Trisha and Ardie finished the other. The familiar growl from last night echoed in James skull. Two bears came barraling through as well. Ardie fired a round but was thrown to the side. King rolled out of the way. Trisha shot at one sending it up on it's back legs. James was crushed by the weight of the first bear as he looked into its yellow snake eyes and felt its fleshy paw at his throat. Light and sound burst from the rear machine gun on vehicle 78g. The beast on top of James slumped over and lay motionless. The second retreated into the woods. suddenly roots shot up around the vehicle enclosing themselves around it. Fooz leaped off just in time. The vehicle was compacted and drug down into the earth. It was like the jungle was telling them to Shut up. No one slept for the remainder of the night. Mclarty finally regained conciousness and looked down at his feet which were now nothing more but bloody stumps. Ardie did his best to treat his wounds. He built a stretcher out of branches and brush and built it in such a way that Fooz could drag it along with ease. James stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down, not expecting to see anything. Using his canteen, he washed off as much of the bird blood as he could. The sun began to rise, and as it did, he saw the monster and vehicle 45e being picked and proded by a pack of devilish wolves. James knew for sure he was in hell.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Chapter 4
I've got to make sure next chapter is extra long...Please comment on mistakes..Thanks.
"Tomorrow," said King to all who had assembled for the briefing,"will be the start of an epic quest to take captive this galaxy and make it suitable for the human race. We will make this possible through our superior strength and intelligence." Ardie sat up in his chair, "We will begin" continued King,"by taking heavy assault vehicles to this mountain." He pointed to an image taken from the mother-ship hovering over them. "This should be an advantageous position if we encounter any 'high intelligence' life forms. If there are no opposing forces on Gamma, our research team will begin their duties. The rest of us will ensure the researchers safety. We will send out a specialized team to perform this mission, so, if you would Trisha..." Sgt. Dagmar stood up with clipboard in hand and began reading off a list of names.
"Lee, Patel, Mclarty, and Lowe will be in vehicle 45j. Grett, Schmitz, and Gordon will be in the ranger marked 34i. Williams, Johnson, Smith and Henderson will be in vehicle 67k." Trisha Stopped reading and looked at the captain. James thought he knew why.
"Continue." said King.
" Calhorn... Yazzie, Thomas, and Jones will be in vehicle 45e." James was glad to be in an assault vehicle. They were much larger than the Rangers. The list of names continued on.
"And finally," Said Trisha,"King, myself, Ardie Rutherford, and Cobalt will be in vehicle 78g." She placed the list on an empty chair and looked toward King expectantly.
"There has been a meal prepared for us in the barracks. If I heard correctly, they told me it was spaghetti.", he said. There was a general outcry of joy among the troops who sprung from there seats hoping to be the first in line. James and Ardie led the horde toward the temporary cafeteria. James spotted the stack of plates and forks. He was almost there when a huge man overtook him. James took back the lead almost sending the plates crashing to the floor.
"YES!" he shouted to Ardie who was right behind the burly man.
"Hey, I was here first!" said the giant.
"No you weren't."
"Are you calling me a liar?!"
"It was obvious he got there first." interjected Ardie. The brute turned toward Ardie and pushed him to the ground.
"Hey, what's your problem freak?!" shouted James. The man swung his arm around hitting James square in the face. He fell to the ground, but caught himself. He sprung back up and barrelled into the man's stomach sending them both rolling on the concrete floor. The brute managed to get on top of James, grabbed his throat and slammed his head onto the cement. James nearly lost consciousness. A massive, hairy hand came down on James slapping him silly. His head swung uncontrollably: left, right, left, right. James blood peppered the man's face. He couldn't hold on any longer, he was drifting away.
"What the heck is going on?!" Shouted someone in the back of James' mind.
"Get off him!" The darkness was surrounding him. He felt himself being lifted up. He heard laughing, it sounded like Trisha. He was gone.
He regained consciousness just as a nurse was giving him his last injection. He cursed as he sat up in the stretcher. He tried to open his eyes but they were sealed shut.
"Sit Down!" Ordered the nurse. James did as he was told. "It should take about ten minutes, for the swelling to go away. But then you'll be back to normal. Your arm may hurt in the morning but it will feel better by mid afternoon."
"Mid-Afternoon on what planet?" asked James not at all pleased by what had just happened.
"The next twenty-three hours."
"Great." He could open his eyes now, but his head still hurt. King walked into the medical wing and stood over James.
"Hello Captain." said James.
"You have picket duty on the south side of the base tonight. Your friend has been suspended from tomorrows mission."
"Ardie?!"
" No, private. Schmitz."
"Oh"
"I am disappointed in your behavior son, you should know better by now." James closed his eyes so he could roll them around in his head. "Your a lieutenant for cryin' out loud!"
"Sir," said the nurse,"Mr. Calhorn needs to rest if you want him to go with you on tomorrows mission."
King left without a word. It was the first time James was happy to be left in a hospital.
That night, James, Fooz and Pvt. Jones were sent to stand guard at the southernmost side of the base. As they made their way there, Trisha was leaving the shower room in an under-shirt and shorts.
"How ya feelin'?" she asked James with a smile. He didn't answer but continued toward his post. "I asked you a question!", She was no longer smiling.
"Better than I deserve, Sergeant." James said sarcastically. Something sparked in Trisha's eye.
"You're right! You don't deserve anything. You're a good for nothing, sack of entrails who has no business being a part of such a..."
"Cool it Trish!", Said Fooz.
" How dare you speak like that to your superior. You should hope I don't report you!" She marched off into the night. Pvt. Jones gave a long whistle then marched on in silence.
Along the bases fence, the tree's branches had become intertwined. The leaves shivered in the wind.
"So, I guess we're going in there tomorrow, ain't that right big man?" said Jones as he pointed to the jungle.
"The name's Arthur", said Fooz in an unpleasant tone. James was touched that "Arthur" had allowed James to call him Fooz.
"Anyway, that Trish girl was smokin'!" said the Private.
"Her name is Trisha Dagmar and she is your superior, watch your mouth son."
"Ya, I guess we both found that out!" Jones started to laugh. Fooz was turning red.
James didn't feel like experiencing another fight, so he left the two alone and headed to the corner of the fence. He was getting sick of all this Trisha Dagmar crap.
"What's she got against me?", James said to himself as he listened to the forest's noises. A low bellow, a high shriek, a birdsong, they all sent shivers down his spine. Two hours had passed before James thought about moving to a new position. He was about to leave his present station, when something moved. A large insect perched itself on one of the branches sticking through the fence. It looked like a scorpion with wings. James stared transfixed on the creature.
"Arrgh!", Gunshots were heard from where Fooz was now lying. James left the bug and ran to his friends side.
"What happened?!" he yelled.
"It's that Jones kid, he's gone crazy! Said something about the oxygen generators. Asked me how to get there." Fooz let out a groan,"I'll be fine. Now go after him!" James stood up and saw a solitary figure slowly walking toward the HQ building. James darted toward him.
"Private! STOP!" he yelled. Jones turned around slowly with an unfocused look in his eyes.
"Why..'click'..Don't you make me..'click'", his head turned sideways as he charged at James with teeth bared. James reached for his gun, but Jones bounded over him like a grasshopper and ran toward the supply station. James followed as fast as he could, pistol at the ready. Jones darted behind a crate of medical supplies and disappeared. When James got there, one of the supply managers lay unconscious on the floor. He heard a series of "clicks" and "clacks" behind him. He turned around quickly. His jaw collided with knuckles causing him to stumble backwards and drop his gun. Jones was nowhere to be seen. There was a loud commotion nearby. James got up,head pulsing. When he arrived at the scene of the commotion, he knelt down by the private, who was lying on the ground, a small hole in his head and a trickle of blood down his cheek. A scorpion like creature crawled out from under his neck. A large boot slowly crushed it as it let out a muted screech.
"Always hated bugs." said King.
"Sir, Corporal Cobalt was injured as well as officer Steinback in the supp..." he was cut off.
"We caught everything on surveillance. You've got real guts. Be prepared to head out tomorrow, with my squad, I could use you son." James was flattered, but not at all excited about serving with Trisha. "We'll be holding up the rear, in my opinion the most dangerous position. Be sure to wet your pants before we head out. You'd better get back to your post, I'll send some exterminators over later. Be sure to watch out, that is, unless you want to end up like Jonesy here."
James spent the next three hours keeping an eye out for even the smallest movement. He continually brushed the flying scorpions, doubling in number, from the back of his neck. He longed for his shift to be over. Eventually, four men wearing packs full of poison, came to where James stood and sprayed the branches. James watched with satisfaction as the insects flew into the jungle. Their screeches were suddenly lost in a loud guttural growl which turned into a roar. The fence collapsed to reveal a creature that resembled a grizzly bear with dark flesh instead of fur, saber-like teeth that stretched below it's chin, and snake like eyes. There was a terrifying stalemate as the creature eyed each of them sinisterly. There was another blood curdling roar as it swung at one of the exterminators sending him flying over James' head. James pulled out his pistol and shot the beast in the snout, he pulled the trigger again but it jammed. He dropped his weapon and reached for the nozzle connected to the unconscious man's spray pack. He sprayed at the monster's eyes. It made a high pitched scowl and backed down. Together with the other three, James corralled the creature back into the jungle.
"What was that thing?!", breathed one of the exterminators.
"Don't ask me." answered James.
When the fence had been repaired and his shift was over, he walked back to the barracks, crawled in bed, and listened to Ardie complain about how the oxygen emissions were disrupting the monoxide levels and how it was causing the planets' inhabitants to fight back.
"They're just animals." said James.
"Oh no, they're more than animals."
James didn't care, just as long as they could be conquered, and that's what tomorrow was all about.
"Tomorrow," said King to all who had assembled for the briefing,"will be the start of an epic quest to take captive this galaxy and make it suitable for the human race. We will make this possible through our superior strength and intelligence." Ardie sat up in his chair, "We will begin" continued King,"by taking heavy assault vehicles to this mountain." He pointed to an image taken from the mother-ship hovering over them. "This should be an advantageous position if we encounter any 'high intelligence' life forms. If there are no opposing forces on Gamma, our research team will begin their duties. The rest of us will ensure the researchers safety. We will send out a specialized team to perform this mission, so, if you would Trisha..." Sgt. Dagmar stood up with clipboard in hand and began reading off a list of names.
"Lee, Patel, Mclarty, and Lowe will be in vehicle 45j. Grett, Schmitz, and Gordon will be in the ranger marked 34i. Williams, Johnson, Smith and Henderson will be in vehicle 67k." Trisha Stopped reading and looked at the captain. James thought he knew why.
"Continue." said King.
" Calhorn... Yazzie, Thomas, and Jones will be in vehicle 45e." James was glad to be in an assault vehicle. They were much larger than the Rangers. The list of names continued on.
"And finally," Said Trisha,"King, myself, Ardie Rutherford, and Cobalt will be in vehicle 78g." She placed the list on an empty chair and looked toward King expectantly.
"There has been a meal prepared for us in the barracks. If I heard correctly, they told me it was spaghetti.", he said. There was a general outcry of joy among the troops who sprung from there seats hoping to be the first in line. James and Ardie led the horde toward the temporary cafeteria. James spotted the stack of plates and forks. He was almost there when a huge man overtook him. James took back the lead almost sending the plates crashing to the floor.
"YES!" he shouted to Ardie who was right behind the burly man.
"Hey, I was here first!" said the giant.
"No you weren't."
"Are you calling me a liar?!"
"It was obvious he got there first." interjected Ardie. The brute turned toward Ardie and pushed him to the ground.
"Hey, what's your problem freak?!" shouted James. The man swung his arm around hitting James square in the face. He fell to the ground, but caught himself. He sprung back up and barrelled into the man's stomach sending them both rolling on the concrete floor. The brute managed to get on top of James, grabbed his throat and slammed his head onto the cement. James nearly lost consciousness. A massive, hairy hand came down on James slapping him silly. His head swung uncontrollably: left, right, left, right. James blood peppered the man's face. He couldn't hold on any longer, he was drifting away.
"What the heck is going on?!" Shouted someone in the back of James' mind.
"Get off him!" The darkness was surrounding him. He felt himself being lifted up. He heard laughing, it sounded like Trisha. He was gone.
He regained consciousness just as a nurse was giving him his last injection. He cursed as he sat up in the stretcher. He tried to open his eyes but they were sealed shut.
"Sit Down!" Ordered the nurse. James did as he was told. "It should take about ten minutes, for the swelling to go away. But then you'll be back to normal. Your arm may hurt in the morning but it will feel better by mid afternoon."
"Mid-Afternoon on what planet?" asked James not at all pleased by what had just happened.
"The next twenty-three hours."
"Great." He could open his eyes now, but his head still hurt. King walked into the medical wing and stood over James.
"Hello Captain." said James.
"You have picket duty on the south side of the base tonight. Your friend has been suspended from tomorrows mission."
"Ardie?!"
" No, private. Schmitz."
"Oh"
"I am disappointed in your behavior son, you should know better by now." James closed his eyes so he could roll them around in his head. "Your a lieutenant for cryin' out loud!"
"Sir," said the nurse,"Mr. Calhorn needs to rest if you want him to go with you on tomorrows mission."
King left without a word. It was the first time James was happy to be left in a hospital.
That night, James, Fooz and Pvt. Jones were sent to stand guard at the southernmost side of the base. As they made their way there, Trisha was leaving the shower room in an under-shirt and shorts.
"How ya feelin'?" she asked James with a smile. He didn't answer but continued toward his post. "I asked you a question!", She was no longer smiling.
"Better than I deserve, Sergeant." James said sarcastically. Something sparked in Trisha's eye.
"You're right! You don't deserve anything. You're a good for nothing, sack of entrails who has no business being a part of such a..."
"Cool it Trish!", Said Fooz.
" How dare you speak like that to your superior. You should hope I don't report you!" She marched off into the night. Pvt. Jones gave a long whistle then marched on in silence.
Along the bases fence, the tree's branches had become intertwined. The leaves shivered in the wind.
"So, I guess we're going in there tomorrow, ain't that right big man?" said Jones as he pointed to the jungle.
"The name's Arthur", said Fooz in an unpleasant tone. James was touched that "Arthur" had allowed James to call him Fooz.
"Anyway, that Trish girl was smokin'!" said the Private.
"Her name is Trisha Dagmar and she is your superior, watch your mouth son."
"Ya, I guess we both found that out!" Jones started to laugh. Fooz was turning red.
James didn't feel like experiencing another fight, so he left the two alone and headed to the corner of the fence. He was getting sick of all this Trisha Dagmar crap.
"What's she got against me?", James said to himself as he listened to the forest's noises. A low bellow, a high shriek, a birdsong, they all sent shivers down his spine. Two hours had passed before James thought about moving to a new position. He was about to leave his present station, when something moved. A large insect perched itself on one of the branches sticking through the fence. It looked like a scorpion with wings. James stared transfixed on the creature.
"Arrgh!", Gunshots were heard from where Fooz was now lying. James left the bug and ran to his friends side.
"What happened?!" he yelled.
"It's that Jones kid, he's gone crazy! Said something about the oxygen generators. Asked me how to get there." Fooz let out a groan,"I'll be fine. Now go after him!" James stood up and saw a solitary figure slowly walking toward the HQ building. James darted toward him.
"Private! STOP!" he yelled. Jones turned around slowly with an unfocused look in his eyes.
"Why..'click'..Don't you make me..'click'", his head turned sideways as he charged at James with teeth bared. James reached for his gun, but Jones bounded over him like a grasshopper and ran toward the supply station. James followed as fast as he could, pistol at the ready. Jones darted behind a crate of medical supplies and disappeared. When James got there, one of the supply managers lay unconscious on the floor. He heard a series of "clicks" and "clacks" behind him. He turned around quickly. His jaw collided with knuckles causing him to stumble backwards and drop his gun. Jones was nowhere to be seen. There was a loud commotion nearby. James got up,head pulsing. When he arrived at the scene of the commotion, he knelt down by the private, who was lying on the ground, a small hole in his head and a trickle of blood down his cheek. A scorpion like creature crawled out from under his neck. A large boot slowly crushed it as it let out a muted screech.
"Always hated bugs." said King.
"Sir, Corporal Cobalt was injured as well as officer Steinback in the supp..." he was cut off.
"We caught everything on surveillance. You've got real guts. Be prepared to head out tomorrow, with my squad, I could use you son." James was flattered, but not at all excited about serving with Trisha. "We'll be holding up the rear, in my opinion the most dangerous position. Be sure to wet your pants before we head out. You'd better get back to your post, I'll send some exterminators over later. Be sure to watch out, that is, unless you want to end up like Jonesy here."
James spent the next three hours keeping an eye out for even the smallest movement. He continually brushed the flying scorpions, doubling in number, from the back of his neck. He longed for his shift to be over. Eventually, four men wearing packs full of poison, came to where James stood and sprayed the branches. James watched with satisfaction as the insects flew into the jungle. Their screeches were suddenly lost in a loud guttural growl which turned into a roar. The fence collapsed to reveal a creature that resembled a grizzly bear with dark flesh instead of fur, saber-like teeth that stretched below it's chin, and snake like eyes. There was a terrifying stalemate as the creature eyed each of them sinisterly. There was another blood curdling roar as it swung at one of the exterminators sending him flying over James' head. James pulled out his pistol and shot the beast in the snout, he pulled the trigger again but it jammed. He dropped his weapon and reached for the nozzle connected to the unconscious man's spray pack. He sprayed at the monster's eyes. It made a high pitched scowl and backed down. Together with the other three, James corralled the creature back into the jungle.
"What was that thing?!", breathed one of the exterminators.
"Don't ask me." answered James.
When the fence had been repaired and his shift was over, he walked back to the barracks, crawled in bed, and listened to Ardie complain about how the oxygen emissions were disrupting the monoxide levels and how it was causing the planets' inhabitants to fight back.
"They're just animals." said James.
"Oh no, they're more than animals."
James didn't care, just as long as they could be conquered, and that's what tomorrow was all about.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Power outage
No power today due to big storm last night. four people died. finished chapter three, and half or part or something of chapter four. I don't feel as optimistic toward writing as i once did ..Its not really my story after all ...well im just complaining today... found out i have semi-severe skeletal scoliosis, who cares..LOL.
Chapter 3
Trisha sat on her bed, swinging her pink sandals back and forth. Around her lay boxes and suitcases full of her favorite toys, books and clothing. Today was going to be a big day. Daddy said they were going to fly in a big rocket ship to another planet, just like all her friends had done a few months ago! She had been so lonely ever since Annie and Maddy had left. And that boy across the street wasn't making things any better.
"You know what little girl?", Danny would say with a big smile, " Were all going to die! Mr. sunshine is going to eat you up!" It always made her cry when he said that.
Why were people so mean?
A knock came from the door.
Why were people so mean?
A knock came from the door.
"It's almost time to go, come eat your breakfast.", said her mother. Trisha went down stairs as her parents packed the rest of her things into the truck. An hour later, Daddy strapped her into her seat and drove the truck to the space-port. On the way they passed neighborhoods drenched in modern technology and those deprived of the simplest humanitarian articles. One moment, Trisha could see a lonely figure through a window several feet above her head, the next a lonely child wrapped around his dead dog in the crowded alley. The world was not a place of love and hope. At least not this world. Soon they were out of the city and on there way across the sandy divide toward the rocket that would take them away forever. As Trisha and her parents walked through the doors into the big building, Mama began to pull Trisha across the hall making her break into a run.
"Oh God, what will we do!", screamed a woman in one of the waiting lines. Every one seemed frightened. Trisha began to cry softly. Daddy picked her up and carried her toward the loading docks.
"Don't cry", said Daddy,"There is nothing to be worried about." Trisha didn't believe him. When they reached the loading station. Mama gave the man their tickets, but the man said they were no good.
"How can that be? we purchased them last week.", Said Mama.
"Well", said the man,"A couple came through here just a second ago and purchased the last section for a very handsome price." Daddy became angry and started to yell at the stranger who would not let them on. Tears started running down Mama's face, Trisha began to cry again.
"How can that be? we purchased them last week.", Said Mama.
"Well", said the man,"A couple came through here just a second ago and purchased the last section for a very handsome price." Daddy became angry and started to yell at the stranger who would not let them on. Tears started running down Mama's face, Trisha began to cry again.
"I'm sorry, the ship is full, the Calhorns took section 5678-G.", said the man as he checked his clipboard.
" But those were our ticket numbers!", shouted Daddy.
"Well they made the better offer.", Said the man.
Daddy began using words Trisha was not allowed to say.
"Your scaring me Daddy!", she said with a sob.
"Take her back to the car.", said Daddy to Mama. Mama let out a sob and led Trisha back to the Truck. Thirty minutes later Daddy came back too. He started the car and drove away. Mama wept softly as Daddy continued to curse the Calhorns.
"They didn't even give us a refund! And who do the Calhorns think they are!", Daddy shouted.
"Who are the Calhorns", Said Trisha.
"Selfish people who don't give a D..", Mama put a hand on Daddy's shoulder.
"Bad people baby, just some bad people.", said her father.
Trisha was glad they didn't get on the space ship after all, it seemed scary. The following weeks passed by quickly. Everyday it seemed someone was leaving for Vulton or Nova. People all over town wouldn't stop talking about the space ships. Two months after Trisha and her parents visited the space-port, scary pictures were posted everywhere. They all showed the Earth exploding, dying or blowing up. Daddy got an extra job and every time Mommy would look at Trisha, she would start to cry. One day the schools closed down, at first Trisha was very happy, but she didn't like staying home alone while her parents worked. She never went outside to play any more either. Daddy said it was too dangerous. He said a lot of people are being very mean and hurting others, he said it would be best to stay away from anyone she didn't know. But she couldn't help it if strangers came to her. On the second Tuesday in August, Trisha was sitting in the living room drawing a pink flower on a piece of paper. She made sure it protected Mama and Daddy from the mean sunshine that was trying to eat them. She thought about drawing Danny being sucked into the its mouth, but no one deserves to die like that. After she finished, she heard a car pull up outside. Angry voices surrounded the front door. It shook. Dust flew from it's hinges. Trisha ran upstairs to her room, locked her door and crawled under her bed. Whoever it was had broken through the door and was in the kitchen. After a while Trisha crawled out from under her bed, reached for the phone on her side table and dialed 911. Someone was coming up the stairs. the phone continued to ring. Trisha was too scared to cry. She heard a long beep come from the phone. She said in the calmest voice she could muster,
"They didn't even give us a refund! And who do the Calhorns think they are!", Daddy shouted.
"Who are the Calhorns", Said Trisha.
"Selfish people who don't give a D..", Mama put a hand on Daddy's shoulder.
"Bad people baby, just some bad people.", said her father.
Trisha was glad they didn't get on the space ship after all, it seemed scary. The following weeks passed by quickly. Everyday it seemed someone was leaving for Vulton or Nova. People all over town wouldn't stop talking about the space ships. Two months after Trisha and her parents visited the space-port, scary pictures were posted everywhere. They all showed the Earth exploding, dying or blowing up. Daddy got an extra job and every time Mommy would look at Trisha, she would start to cry. One day the schools closed down, at first Trisha was very happy, but she didn't like staying home alone while her parents worked. She never went outside to play any more either. Daddy said it was too dangerous. He said a lot of people are being very mean and hurting others, he said it would be best to stay away from anyone she didn't know. But she couldn't help it if strangers came to her. On the second Tuesday in August, Trisha was sitting in the living room drawing a pink flower on a piece of paper. She made sure it protected Mama and Daddy from the mean sunshine that was trying to eat them. She thought about drawing Danny being sucked into the its mouth, but no one deserves to die like that. After she finished, she heard a car pull up outside. Angry voices surrounded the front door. It shook. Dust flew from it's hinges. Trisha ran upstairs to her room, locked her door and crawled under her bed. Whoever it was had broken through the door and was in the kitchen. After a while Trisha crawled out from under her bed, reached for the phone on her side table and dialed 911. Someone was coming up the stairs. the phone continued to ring. Trisha was too scared to cry. She heard a long beep come from the phone. She said in the calmest voice she could muster,
" Someone is in my house, I'm in my roo..." A series of loud beeps issued from the phone's speaker, she let out a sob..then there was silence."Were sorry but no one is available at this time.", said a mechanical voice on the other line.
" Hey look what I found!" came a voice from the other side of the door. Trisha dropped the phone and darted back under the bed. It seemed like eternity before the intruders drove away. Trisha had no desire to leave her sanctuary. She curled up and slowly fell asleep.
"Trisha! Thank God your okay!", Two strong hands pulled her out from her hiding place, they were Daddy's. Mama was there too. Cradled in her fathers embrace Trisha said, "I called 911 but no one was there."
"I know baby, no one cares any more. But it's okay, soon your going to be safe and sound."
"What do you mean Daddy?"
"Well, soon we are going to send you to Fultron where you'll be happy. Remember when you learned about the colonizations at school?
"Yes Daddy, but..", She was cut off.
"You can play outside, and learn all you need to at school!"
" Y'all are coming too, right?", Trisha asked. There was an unnatural pause.
" Of course baby.", said Daddy, "Of course." Mama began to cry again.
"We will be taking our trip to the spaceship in two weeks. Then you can say goodbye to this horrible place.", said Daddy. Mommy got up and left the room crying even louder.
"Why is Mommy so sad all the time?", Trisha asked her father.
"She's just very sad you haven't been living a happy life", explained Daddy.
" But I am happy!", she said.
"Your the happiest person I've ever met", Her Daddy had tears in his eyes too. She gave him a hug and all seemed okay, for awhile.
Two weeks later she was back in the Truck. This time the packing seemed to go much faster. They walked together onto the platform. Daddy told a man where the luggage was. The man nodded and walked off.
"Give me a hug sweetheart!", said Mama. Trisha ran into her mothers arms. Trisha had never been hugged like this before, It almost hurt. Suddenly Her father pulled her away.
"OH GOD NO!", Cried Mama.
"Say goodbye to your mother sweetheart.", said Daddy.
"What?!", Shrieked Trisha.
Daddy handed her over to the man standing in the ship. her screaming and kicking did nothing to stop him. The portal closed. She was on the inside and her parents were on the outside, never to be seen again.
Sgt. Dagmar awoke from her dream shaking.
"Your too soft", she said to herself. She looked around the barracks. Beds spread out in uneven lines, up and down the canvas shelter. To her left and right slept complete strangers. But directly in front of her lay her enemy. James Calhorn lay quietly in his bed. He was proabably unaware of what had happened so long ago, but still a brat who should have died. She had seen him moping around the base all week, barely helping to set up beds or move supplies. When Ardie came back from the mother ship he was so glad to see James. Who would want to be friends with James!? That lazy good for nothing free-loader!
"Give him a chance Trish.", Said Fooz two beds away. He had obviously seen her staring. Trisha got out of bed and left the barracks. When she walked through the flaps of the tent she was met with a beautiful sunrise. A florescent purple, rose above the green Trees. The jungle was silent as if it was watching too. Others walked out of the barracks.
"Well would you look at that!", one said.
"Wow, Its already over." , said another.
"Days are much shorter here,", Said Trisha, "Tell everyone briefing for tomorrows mission will be in thirty minuites." Trisha headed toward the HQ building to set up the projector. She opened the door to the breifing room and walked in. The room was filled with rows of metal chairs, which sat on a metal floor as cold and hapless as her life. This was her life: dicipline, strength, courage. No love or hope. There was nothing worth fighting for but survival and comraderie. She often questioned the value of those things. There was obviously a reason for her miserable existence, otherwise she would have died happily alongside her family. But she didn't care anymore, she only found peace of mind through constant chores and tasks. The sound of a gathering crowd seeped through the main door, It was time to forget her troubles and focus on the task that would occupy her mind and numb the pain of pointlessness.
"Trisha! Thank God your okay!", Two strong hands pulled her out from her hiding place, they were Daddy's. Mama was there too. Cradled in her fathers embrace Trisha said, "I called 911 but no one was there."
"I know baby, no one cares any more. But it's okay, soon your going to be safe and sound."
"What do you mean Daddy?"
"Well, soon we are going to send you to Fultron where you'll be happy. Remember when you learned about the colonizations at school?
"Yes Daddy, but..", She was cut off.
"You can play outside, and learn all you need to at school!"
" Y'all are coming too, right?", Trisha asked. There was an unnatural pause.
" Of course baby.", said Daddy, "Of course." Mama began to cry again.
"We will be taking our trip to the spaceship in two weeks. Then you can say goodbye to this horrible place.", said Daddy. Mommy got up and left the room crying even louder.
"Why is Mommy so sad all the time?", Trisha asked her father.
"She's just very sad you haven't been living a happy life", explained Daddy.
" But I am happy!", she said.
"Your the happiest person I've ever met", Her Daddy had tears in his eyes too. She gave him a hug and all seemed okay, for awhile.
Two weeks later she was back in the Truck. This time the packing seemed to go much faster. They walked together onto the platform. Daddy told a man where the luggage was. The man nodded and walked off.
"Give me a hug sweetheart!", said Mama. Trisha ran into her mothers arms. Trisha had never been hugged like this before, It almost hurt. Suddenly Her father pulled her away.
"OH GOD NO!", Cried Mama.
"Say goodbye to your mother sweetheart.", said Daddy.
"What?!", Shrieked Trisha.
Daddy handed her over to the man standing in the ship. her screaming and kicking did nothing to stop him. The portal closed. She was on the inside and her parents were on the outside, never to be seen again.
Sgt. Dagmar awoke from her dream shaking.
"Your too soft", she said to herself. She looked around the barracks. Beds spread out in uneven lines, up and down the canvas shelter. To her left and right slept complete strangers. But directly in front of her lay her enemy. James Calhorn lay quietly in his bed. He was proabably unaware of what had happened so long ago, but still a brat who should have died. She had seen him moping around the base all week, barely helping to set up beds or move supplies. When Ardie came back from the mother ship he was so glad to see James. Who would want to be friends with James!? That lazy good for nothing free-loader!
"Give him a chance Trish.", Said Fooz two beds away. He had obviously seen her staring. Trisha got out of bed and left the barracks. When she walked through the flaps of the tent she was met with a beautiful sunrise. A florescent purple, rose above the green Trees. The jungle was silent as if it was watching too. Others walked out of the barracks.
"Well would you look at that!", one said.
"Wow, Its already over." , said another.
"Days are much shorter here,", Said Trisha, "Tell everyone briefing for tomorrows mission will be in thirty minuites." Trisha headed toward the HQ building to set up the projector. She opened the door to the breifing room and walked in. The room was filled with rows of metal chairs, which sat on a metal floor as cold and hapless as her life. This was her life: dicipline, strength, courage. No love or hope. There was nothing worth fighting for but survival and comraderie. She often questioned the value of those things. There was obviously a reason for her miserable existence, otherwise she would have died happily alongside her family. But she didn't care anymore, she only found peace of mind through constant chores and tasks. The sound of a gathering crowd seeped through the main door, It was time to forget her troubles and focus on the task that would occupy her mind and numb the pain of pointlessness.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I think I got the dream Down
here it is:
Trisha sat on her bed, swinging her pink sandals back and forth. Around her lay boxes and suitcases full of her favorite toys, books and clothing. Today was going to be a big day. Daddy said they were going to fly in a big rocket ship to another planet, just like all her friends had done a few months ago! She had been so lonely ever since Annie and Maddy had left. And that boy across the street wasn't making things any better.
"You know what little girl?", Danny would say with a big smile, " Were all going to die! Mr. sunshine is going to eat you up!" It always made her cry when he said that.
Why were people so mean?
A knock came from the door.
Why were people so mean?
A knock came from the door.
"It's almost time to go, come eat your breakfast.", said her mother. Trisha went down stairs as her parents packed the rest of her things into the truck. An hour later, Daddy strapped her into her seat and drove the truck to the space-port. On the way they passed neighborhoods drenched in modern technology and those deprived of the simplest humanitarian articles. One moment, Trisha could see a lonely figure through a window several feet above her head, the next a lonely child wrapped around his dead dog in the crowded alley. The world was not a place of love and hope. At least not this world. Soon they were out of the city and on there way across the sandy divide toward the rocket that would take them away forever. As Trisha and her parents walked through the doors into the big building, Mama began to pull Trisha across the hall making her break into a run.
"Oh God, what will we do!", screamed a woman in one of the waiting lines. Every one seemed frightened. Trisha began to cry softly. Daddy picked her up and carried her toward the loading docks.
"Don't cry", said Daddy,"There is nothing to be worried about." Trisha didn't believe him. When they reached the loading station. Mama gave the man their tickets, but the man said they were no good.
"How can that be? we purchased them last week.", Said Mama.
"Well", said the man,"A couple came through here just a second ago and purchased the last section for a very handsome price." Daddy became angry and started to yell at the stranger who would not let them on. Tears started running down Mama's face, Trisha began to cry again.
"How can that be? we purchased them last week.", Said Mama.
"Well", said the man,"A couple came through here just a second ago and purchased the last section for a very handsome price." Daddy became angry and started to yell at the stranger who would not let them on. Tears started running down Mama's face, Trisha began to cry again.
"I'm sorry, the ship is full, the Calhorns took section 5678-G.", said the man as he checked his clipboard.
" But those were our ticket numbers!", shouted Daddy.
"Well they made the better offer.", Said the man.
Daddy began using words Trisha was not allowed to say.
"Your scaring me Daddy!", she said with a sob.
"Take her back to the car.", said Daddy to Mama. Mama let out a sob and led Trisha back to the Truck. Thirty minutes later Daddy came back too. He started the car and drove away. Mama wept softly as Daddy continued to curse the Calhorns.
"They didn't even give us a refund! And who do the Calhorns think they are!", Daddy shouted.
"Who are the Calhorns", Said Trisha.
"Selfish people who don't give a D..", Mama put a hand on Daddy's shoulder.
"Bad people baby, just some bad people.", said her father.
Trisha was glad they didn't get on the space ship after all, it seemed scary. The following weeks passed by quickly. Everyday it seemed someone was leaving for Vulton or Nova. People all over town wouldn't stop talking about the space ships. Two months after Trisha and her parents visited the space-port, scary pictures were posted everywhere. They all showed the Earth exploding, dying or blowing up. Daddy got an extra job and every time Mommy would look at Trisha, she would start to cry. One day the schools closed down, at first Trisha was very happy, but she didn't like staying home alone while her parents worked. She never went outside to play any more either. Daddy said it was too dangerous. He said a lot of people are being very mean and hurting others, he said it would be best to stay away from anyone she didn't know. But she couldn't help it if strangers came to her. On the second Tuesday in August, Trisha was sitting in the living room drawing a pink flower on a piece of paper. She made sure it protected Mama and Daddy from the mean sunshine that was trying to eat them. She thought about drawing Danny being sucked into the its mouth, but no one deserves to die like that. After she finished, she heard a car pull up outside. Angry voices surrounded the front door. It shook. Dust flew from it's hinges. Trisha ran upstairs to her room, locked her door and crawled under her bed. Whoever it was had broken through the door and was in the kitchen. After a while Trisha crawled out from under her bed, reached for the phone on her side table and dialed 911. Someone was coming up the stairs. the phone continued to ring. Trisha was too scared to cry. She heard a long beep come from the phone. She said in the calmest voice she could muster,
"They didn't even give us a refund! And who do the Calhorns think they are!", Daddy shouted.
"Who are the Calhorns", Said Trisha.
"Selfish people who don't give a D..", Mama put a hand on Daddy's shoulder.
"Bad people baby, just some bad people.", said her father.
Trisha was glad they didn't get on the space ship after all, it seemed scary. The following weeks passed by quickly. Everyday it seemed someone was leaving for Vulton or Nova. People all over town wouldn't stop talking about the space ships. Two months after Trisha and her parents visited the space-port, scary pictures were posted everywhere. They all showed the Earth exploding, dying or blowing up. Daddy got an extra job and every time Mommy would look at Trisha, she would start to cry. One day the schools closed down, at first Trisha was very happy, but she didn't like staying home alone while her parents worked. She never went outside to play any more either. Daddy said it was too dangerous. He said a lot of people are being very mean and hurting others, he said it would be best to stay away from anyone she didn't know. But she couldn't help it if strangers came to her. On the second Tuesday in August, Trisha was sitting in the living room drawing a pink flower on a piece of paper. She made sure it protected Mama and Daddy from the mean sunshine that was trying to eat them. She thought about drawing Danny being sucked into the its mouth, but no one deserves to die like that. After she finished, she heard a car pull up outside. Angry voices surrounded the front door. It shook. Dust flew from it's hinges. Trisha ran upstairs to her room, locked her door and crawled under her bed. Whoever it was had broken through the door and was in the kitchen. After a while Trisha crawled out from under her bed, reached for the phone on her side table and dialed 911. Someone was coming up the stairs. the phone continued to ring. Trisha was too scared to cry. She heard a long beep come from the phone. She said in the calmest voice she could muster,
" Someone is in my house, I'm in my roo..." A series of loud beeps issued from the phone's speaker, she let out a sob..then there was silence."Were sorry but no one is available at this time.", said a mechanical voice on the other line.
" Hey look what I found!" came a voice from the other side of the door. Trisha dropped the phone and darted back under the bed. It seemed like eternity before the intruders drove away. Trisha had no desire to leave her sanctuary. She curled up and slowly fell asleep.
"Trisha! Thank God your okay!", Two strong hands pulled her out from her hiding place, they were Daddy's. Mama was there too. Cradled in her fathers embrace Trisha said, "I called 911 but no one was there."
"I know baby, no one cares any more. But it's okay, soon your going to be safe and sound."
"What do you mean Daddy?"
"Well, soon we are going to send you to Fultron where you'll be happy. Remember when you learned about the colonizations at school?
"Yes Daddy, but..", She was cut off.
"You can play outside, and learn all you need to at school!"
" Y'all are coming too, right?", Trisha asked. There was an unnatural pause.
" Of course baby.", said Daddy, "Of course." Mama began to cry again.
"We will be taking our trip to the spaceship in two weeks. Then you can say goodbye to this horrible place.", said Daddy. Mommy got up and left the room crying even louder.
"Why is Mommy so sad all the time?", Trisha asked her father.
"She's just very sad you haven't been living a happy life", explained Daddy.
" But I am happy!", she said.
"Your the happiest person I've ever met", Her Daddy had tears in his eyes too. She gave him a hug and all seemed okay, for awhile.
Two weeks later she was back in the Truck. This time the packing seemed to go much faster. They walked together onto the platform. Daddy told a man where the luggage was. The man nodded and walked off.
"Give me a hug sweetheart!", said Mama. Trisha ran into her mothers arms. Trisha had never been hugged like this before, It almost hurt. Suddenly Her father pulled her away.
"OH GOD NO!", Cried Mama.
"Say goodbye to your mother sweetheart.", said Daddy.
"What?!", Shrieked Trisha.
Daddy handed her over to the man standing in the ship. her screaming and kicking did nothing to stop him. The portal closed. She was on the inside and her parents were on the outside never to be seen again.
"Trisha! Thank God your okay!", Two strong hands pulled her out from her hiding place, they were Daddy's. Mama was there too. Cradled in her fathers embrace Trisha said, "I called 911 but no one was there."
"I know baby, no one cares any more. But it's okay, soon your going to be safe and sound."
"What do you mean Daddy?"
"Well, soon we are going to send you to Fultron where you'll be happy. Remember when you learned about the colonizations at school?
"Yes Daddy, but..", She was cut off.
"You can play outside, and learn all you need to at school!"
" Y'all are coming too, right?", Trisha asked. There was an unnatural pause.
" Of course baby.", said Daddy, "Of course." Mama began to cry again.
"We will be taking our trip to the spaceship in two weeks. Then you can say goodbye to this horrible place.", said Daddy. Mommy got up and left the room crying even louder.
"Why is Mommy so sad all the time?", Trisha asked her father.
"She's just very sad you haven't been living a happy life", explained Daddy.
" But I am happy!", she said.
"Your the happiest person I've ever met", Her Daddy had tears in his eyes too. She gave him a hug and all seemed okay, for awhile.
Two weeks later she was back in the Truck. This time the packing seemed to go much faster. They walked together onto the platform. Daddy told a man where the luggage was. The man nodded and walked off.
"Give me a hug sweetheart!", said Mama. Trisha ran into her mothers arms. Trisha had never been hugged like this before, It almost hurt. Suddenly Her father pulled her away.
"OH GOD NO!", Cried Mama.
"Say goodbye to your mother sweetheart.", said Daddy.
"What?!", Shrieked Trisha.
Daddy handed her over to the man standing in the ship. her screaming and kicking did nothing to stop him. The portal closed. She was on the inside and her parents were on the outside never to be seen again.
time to start, again.
I think ill start working on chapter three today. I think it would be a good idea to open it up with a dream, But this time it will be from Trisha. It will explain the reason she dose'nt like Jame's. well I guess I beter get started! Man! I wish i had some more ideas for the chapter! I wont get to work on it musch today though, because I've got to go do some yard work...at least i'm getting paid for it.
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Today
Today I'm just chillin' nothing much to do. I have some Ideas about chapter three but I just don't feel like starting it. Mom's making me go to the counsellor tonight because she thinks I'm a terrible child, but everyone else thinks I'm great. I'm not talking about my friends, I'm talkin bout adults that have a legit social status. Oh well I'll muscle through it. Ate mashed potatoes for lunch. pretty gross. If you guys have any neat actions sequences you think would be cool to add into the story, comment.
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Chapter 2
I wrote this up. Then my friend helped me polish it. Hope you all like it! Be sure to comment.
Ardie glanced at James.
“Ardie!”, Screamed King
Ardie puled off the covers and got out of bed. Forgetting he was on the top bunk, he landed flat on the floor. King was already turning the corner when he pulled himself through the door. The bright flashes of light and panicked personnel running to their stations, made it hard for Ardie to keep up.
“Wait Up!”, he hollered. But King ignored him.
“Out of my way!”, growled King as he pushed a cadet into the wall. Ardie saw King take the emergency chute. He had to wait for it to come back through. Once it did, he stepped in and pressed the button. His body was thrown against the wall and his hair was forced over his eyes as the chute blasted away. Suddenly Ardie was standing next to King in the cockpit.
“Is this the man?” said a gruff voice from one of the two seats in the middle of the room.
“Yes sir.”, huffed King.
King stepped back into the chute and disappeared.
Ardie looked around the room. Two pilot seats stood in the middle on a dais, around it were several control panels, And above it all was a massive convex window that served as the roof.
“Get over here, we're about to be pulled off course!”, shouted the man. Ardie bounded over to the co-pilot seat and sat down. He began pulling, pushing, and twisting the various levers and buttons surrounding him.
“Co-pilot died ten minutes ago, no one knows why?”, said the pilot. Ardie began to sweat. He was doing his best to remember and perform all the controls and flight techniques he had researched.
“Shouldn't we close the hyper-drive flaps?”, Asked an out of breath Ardie.
“No, that'd just slow us down, keep doing what your doing”, Said the pilot. Ardie found it more than difficult to keep a mountain sized mother-ship, traveling several times the speed of light, on course. It was going to be a long night.
Several hours passed and Ardie was finally getting the hang of flying. Every so often, he could find time to look out the window as an entire galaxy would pass them by in seconds. The view was breath taking, as colors and shapes filled the window.
“Quite a sight, ain't it?”, said the pilot.
“Yes, sir!”, said Ardie.
“Worth all the training in the world... Ever since I was a kid always wanted to be out here.”
“It's amazing all this came from one explosion..I mean.... its almost impossible.”, said Ardie. The pilot gave a grunt as he pulled out a log book.
“I've struggled with that thought for years son, guess there's no answer.”, he said.
“:There's always an answer.”, said Ardie under his breath as he relaxed a lever and tightened a vice on his left.”
“Watch your grid.. readings are a little off.”, said the pilot. Ardie made the proper adjustments as they speed-ed toward Komar.
The clock on the wall read thirteen hours till arrival at Gamma. James had just finished a game of RAIN with Fooz, who had beaten him every round.
“Do you want to play again?”, Asked Fooz.
“ No thanks,” He said as he leaned back in his chair. “ It sure is nice staying up here for a change?”
“I s'pose so”, Said Fooz, not as happily as James had expected. “Its not like I earned this.”
James almost agreed with him but kept his mouth shut.
“I was just in the right place at the right time. King and Sgt. Dagmar were the real heroes.”, said Fooz. James huffed. The door opened and in walked Trisha Dagmar. “Lieutenant Calhorn,”, she said. “Your friend has been upstairs for the past ten hours, your services here are no longer needed, you may return to the barracks.” James began repacking his duffel bag.
“What services Trish? Com on, just let him stay, whats the big deal?”, protested Fooz.
“Its fine”, said James as he stepped out the door. A strong hand griped his collar and pulled him back inside.
“Stay.”, said Trisha.
“Thanks Tr..”, James stopped himself.
“My friends call me Trish, you can call me Sgt. Dagmar.”, She said as she left the room. Fooz gave a chuckle and motioned for James to set his belongings back on the bed.
There would be no sleep for King when the ship reached Komar. If the embassy thought the disturbances were technologically oriented the least he could expect was a fleet of space pods waiting for them.
“Thirty minutes till we reach Komar!” shouted someone from the other side of the arsenal.
“You heard him men! Get ready!”, Shouted King.
The arsenal buzzed with excitement. Men began loading the cannons with six-round cylinders. Once the hatches were locked, a soldier climbed into the seat connected with the cannon and put on an Infrared head set.
“Connections are good.”,Said one of the men sitting in the control seats.
“Hold your positions!”, shouted King as he took the chute leading back to the cockpit.
Ardie heard a swoosh come from the rear of the room.
The Pilot turned his seat toward the sound. Ardie stayed focused on staying the course.
“Twenty-seven minuets till we reach Komar, anything I should know about sir?”, said the voice.
“Nothing that you don't already know..just be prepared for anything.”, said the Pilot.
Ardie looked out into the void and thought he saw a small burst of yellow and red. After several minutes it became larger.
“Sir I believe I found it!”, said Ardie. The Pilot turned in his chair and looked toward where he was pointing.
“Captain, tell the arsenal we will be arriving at Komar much sooner then expected.”, A swoosh was heard again as the galaxy came closer.
“Close the hyper-drive flaps, turn on the reverse thrusters!”, commanded the captain.
Ardie did as he was told. The ship slowly moved into the cloud surrounding the galaxy. What seemed like glowing fog enveloped the window.
“Hold her steady.”, said the pilot.
“Should we stop?”, asked Ardie.
“No, just move her through slowly.”
Back at the arsenal King stood still, heart pounding, ready for anything that might come.
“Sir, I cant see anything!”, said a soldier as he handed King his Infrared goggles. King placed them over his eyes. Red lights filled his view.
“Its just space fog son, You'll see fine once we get through it.”, he said in a confident voice hoping to hide his uneasiness.
Ardie watched as the bright lights began to diminish. He could see clear black space in the distance.
“We'll be out of this mess soon.”, said the pilot just as a cadet stood up from her station.
“Sir”, she said, “Something has collided with the right side of the ship. It looks like a meteor! Minimal damage was caused.” there was a moment of silence that seemed to intensify the news.
“Lets see how well you can really fly.”, the pilot said to Ardie. The mist had faded away and the ship was surrounded. Rocks the size of sky scrapers flew in every direction. One had nearly collided with the cockpit window but the two pilots had pulled the ship down. One of the cadets reported a collision with the ship's bottom.
“ Out of the frying pan and into the fire!” murmured the Pilot as he reached for the intercom. King listened as the speakers projected the pilots voice into the arsenal.
“We seem to be caught in an asteroid belt, firepower should.....” King reached for one of the Infrared goggles. Green and blue shapes danced before his eyes.
“Fire away!”, King ordered over the intercoms announcement. The arsenal erupted with sound. Cannons moving left and right, up and down. Soldiers unloaded and reloaded cylinders. A blast of light came from the left side of the room. Bodies were thrown to and fro. One of the cannons had backfired. King rushed to the scene with fire extinguisher in hand. He screamed orders to those standing around.
“Get this man to the medical wing...Take his place..Get back to work...put out that fire!”
Ardie winced as he felt an asteroid scrape the ships surface. His seat shook violently back and forth. He wove the ship in and out , up and down. Beams of light, from the laser cannons, could be seen as some of the asteroids broke in two or moved backwards. Ardie could see an opening through the cluster. He looked over at the captain.
“Do it.”, he nodded. The thrusters were engaged. They were almost through the gap, almost there.
“Faster!”, shouted the pilot. Ardie pushed the lever further still. Debris from an exploding rock hit the front of the ship sending it backwards.
The cockpit window split down the middle. Chunks from the ship floated in front of it. Lifeless bodies were thrown into space by the force of the impact.
“Sir we lost our feed! Our radar must have been hit!”, said one of the arsenal's troops. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the Captain.
“Don't just stand there!”, screamed King, “Keep firing, don't stop don't st..” The roof caved in and all were sucked out into the void.
A cadet stood up to inform the Pilot that the left arsenal had been destroyed, but it was unnecessary. Disembodied limbs smeared themselves across the glass, shards of metal collided with ammunition and gear, blank stares could be seen on the faces of the dead as they wandered into oblivion.
“Quite a sight.”, Ardie thought to himself as he remembered his previous conversation with the pilot. A small troop of soldiers floated into view protected from the atmosphere by emergency suits. King was among them.
“Send in a rescue team!”, the pilot ordered into the microphone. Thirty seconds later men, strapped to jet packs, brought the arsenals' members back to safety.
Completely unaware as to what had just happened, James and Fooz had set the table for five anticipating Breakfast. Just then King opened the door and stood transfixed on the scene. His eyes darted angerly at Fooz.
“Is something wrong?”, Fooz asked.
“Shut up.”, said King as he made his way to the bed. Fooz and James stared at each other in confusion. Fooz shrugged and acted as if nothing had happened. James followed suit.
“Oh.”, said Fooz, “Ardie won't be eating with us tonight, hes flying.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot”, James began to take up the extra dishes. He thought he heard a sob come from the bed behind him. The door burst open again. In walked Trisha Dagmar.
“Captain it wasn't your fault! You couldn't have changed anything. I'm sure you did your very best.”, she said.
“Trisha leave me alone”, said the captain as he swung his legs off the bed and onto the floor as he sat, head in hands.
“What in the world is going on?!”, jumped in Fooz.
“Over sixty wonderful men and women just died under my watch!”, groaned the captain.
“Don't be so hard on yourself, without your help we might all have been dead. They wouldn't have pulled us through without your help!”, said Trisha as she dropped to one knee.
“What in the world happened?!”, Fooz repeated. “Were we attacked?!” Trisha rose to her feet.
“No, we passed through an asteroid belt the embassy conveniently forgot to warn us about.”, she explained.
“ How come we didn't feel anything?”, asked James. Sgt. Dagmar glared at him making him wish he had never spoken.
“This ship is too big for you to feel every little thing that goes on in it.”, she said.
“How come we weren't warned?”, asked Fooz. Trisha put her hands in her hair. It looked as if she was going to scream.
“Because we had enough people already running around like chickens with their heads cut off. We didn't need a fat one to join in on the fun!”, she marched out of the room. King got up, said he needed a drink and followed.
“I'm not fat.”, said Fooz. James laughed.
“I think I'm gonna eat in the cafeteria where people don't take life so seriously. You want t' join?”
“Sure,” said Fooz. They left the room together.
Ardie and the crew had reset the ships hyper-drive function and were, according to the charts, ten minutes away from Gamma.
“You look a little shook up?”, said the Pilot. Ardie gave a reaffirming chuckle. “Well all in all, you did well kid. Your good under pressure, I like that...Don't see that much anymore.” “We'll be out of this mess soon.”, said the pilot just as a cadet stood up from her station.
“Sir”, she said, “Something has collided with the right side of the ship. It looks like a meteor! Minimal damage was caused.” there was a moment of silence that seemed to intensify the news.
“Lets see how well you can really fly.”, the pilot said to Ardie. The mist had faded away and the ship was surrounded. Rocks the size of sky scrapers flew in every direction. One had nearly collided with the cockpit window but the two pilots had pulled the ship down. One of the cadets reported a collision with the ship's bottom.
“ Out of the frying pan and into the fire!” murmured the Pilot as he reached for the intercom. King listened as the speakers projected the pilots voice into the arsenal.
“We seem to be caught in an asteroid belt, firepower should.....” King reached for one of the Infrared goggles. Green and blue shapes danced before his eyes.
“Fire away!”, King ordered over the intercoms announcement. The arsenal erupted with sound. Cannons moving left and right, up and down. Soldiers unloaded and reloaded cylinders. A blast of light came from the left side of the room. Bodies were thrown to and fro. One of the cannons had backfired. King rushed to the scene with fire extinguisher in hand. He screamed orders to those standing around.
“Get this man to the medical wing...Take his place..Get back to work...put out that fire!”
Ardie winced as he felt an asteroid scrape the ships surface. His seat shook violently back and forth. He wove the ship in and out , up and down. Beams of light, from the laser cannons, could be seen as some of the asteroids broke in two or moved backwards. Ardie could see an opening through the cluster. He looked over at the captain.
“Do it.”, he nodded. The thrusters were engaged. They were almost through the gap, almost there.
“Faster!”, shouted the pilot. Ardie pushed the lever further still. Debris from an exploding rock hit the front of the ship sending it backwards.
The cockpit window split down the middle. Chunks from the ship floated in front of it. Lifeless bodies were thrown into space by the force of the impact.
“Sir we lost our feed! Our radar must have been hit!”, said one of the arsenal's troops. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the Captain.
“Don't just stand there!”, screamed King, “Keep firing, don't stop don't st..” The roof caved in and all were sucked out into the void.
A cadet stood up to inform the Pilot that the left arsenal had been destroyed, but it was unnecessary. Disembodied limbs smeared themselves across the glass, shards of metal collided with ammunition and gear, blank stares could be seen on the faces of the dead as they wandered into oblivion.
“Quite a sight.”, Ardie thought to himself as he remembered his previous conversation with the pilot. A small troop of soldiers floated into view protected from the atmosphere by emergency suits. King was among them.
“Send in a rescue team!”, the pilot ordered into the microphone. Thirty seconds later men, strapped to jet packs, brought the arsenals' members back to safety.
Completely unaware as to what had just happened, James and Fooz had set the table for five anticipating Breakfast. Just then King opened the door and stood transfixed on the scene. His eyes darted angerly at Fooz.
“Is something wrong?”, Fooz asked.
“Shut up.”, said King as he made his way to the bed. Fooz and James stared at each other in confusion. Fooz shrugged and acted as if nothing had happened. James followed suit.
“Oh.”, said Fooz, “Ardie won't be eating with us tonight, hes flying.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot”, James began to take up the extra dishes. He thought he heard a sob come from the bed behind him. The door burst open again. In walked Trisha Dagmar.
“Captain it wasn't your fault! You couldn't have changed anything. I'm sure you did your very best.”, she said.
“Trisha leave me alone”, said the captain as he swung his legs off the bed and onto the floor as he sat, head in hands.
“What in the world is going on?!”, jumped in Fooz.
“Over sixty wonderful men and women just died under my watch!”, groaned the captain.
“Don't be so hard on yourself, without your help we might all have been dead. They wouldn't have pulled us through without your help!”, said Trisha as she dropped to one knee.
“What in the world happened?!”, Fooz repeated. “Were we attacked?!” Trisha rose to her feet.
“No, we passed through an asteroid belt the embassy conveniently forgot to warn us about.”, she explained.
“ How come we didn't feel anything?”, asked James. Sgt. Dagmar glared at him making him wish he had never spoken.
“This ship is too big for you to feel every little thing that goes on in it.”, she said.
“How come we weren't warned?”, asked Fooz. Trisha put her hands in her hair. It looked as if she was going to scream.
“Because we had enough people already running around like chickens with their heads cut off. We didn't need a fat one to join in on the fun!”, she marched out of the room. King got up, said he needed a drink and followed.
“I'm not fat.”, said Fooz. James laughed.
“I think I'm gonna eat in the cafeteria where people don't take life so seriously. You want t' join?”
“Sure,” said Fooz. They left the room together.
Ardie and the crew had reset the ships hyper-drive function and were, according to the charts, ten minutes away from Gamma.
“Thank you sir.”, said Ardie.
“Call me O'Brien.”, said O'Brien.
“We should be approaching our destination in thirty seconds.”, came a woman's voice from one of the control panels.
“Thanks, Sheryl”, said O'Brein, “These dang charts are never right. Pull us out Ardie.” Ardie pulled out of hyper-drive. There before them hung Gamma, covered in green.
“Hook up the SPS and find that base!”, Ordered O'Brien.
“Found it!” announced one of the cadets.
“Good, make sure every space pod is wired to those coordinates”
“Will do sir.”
“Ardie,”,said the pilot “You'll need to stay here with me for a few days until they send us a new co-pilot”, Ardie tried to interrupt but O'Brien continued, “King has already told me your vital role in this mission due to all that research crap, so everything has been arranged. You will be sent to the base once the pilot arrives, so cool off!”
Two hours later all military personnel loaded onto the space pods. King, Dagmar, Fooz, James and several others boarded pod number twenty-seven. With Dagmar at the wheel they took off. As they left the mother-ship James made a backward glance. He seemed so small compared to the ship he had spent the last 48 hours in. He saw where the asteroids had left their marks and was surprised to find repairmen already at work.
“That's going to be one heck of a mess to cut through.” said a man at the rear of the craft. It was obvious Gamma consisted mainly of jungle-like terrain. James could see rivers here and there but no oceans. Just green with occasional cloud cover. It seemed like ages before it was apparent they were getting closer to Gamma.
“Here we go.”, Said Dagmar as she turned into the atmosphere. The space pod shook rapidly as they fell toward the ground. Flames appeared on the nose of the craft. James thought it was going to fall apart, but Sgt. Dagmar held tightly to the stick. Then, without a second thought she pulled. The craft ceased its vibrations and swept upward making James' insides lurch. Dagmar, turned on the thrusters and took off across Gammas uncharted sky.
“There it is”, pointed the captain as the first pod landed on the bases runway
“Not too bad.”, Fooz said to himself as he looked toward the base. James could easily see that to the North and East was a watchtower, to the South-west was a supply room, to the north-east a hangar, a landing strip to the south-east, and a head-quarters and barracks in the center. The craft landed beautifully due to Trisha's skillful hand.
“Welcome to your new home boys.”, said the captain.
Remember, don't forget to tell me what you think would make this chapter better.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Starting point
I was working at a disaster relief center in Bayou La Batre when a friend asked me to tell him a story. So off the top of my head I began to formulate one. Half way through, someone asked me if I had ever written a book. I said no. I have allways loved to write stories, but never could finish them or write enough to have a book. But I decided this time I would. I teamed up with a friend back home and we got to work. We decided he would be the one to form the skeleton and I would add the body. He wanted to do a scifi story ( my least favorite), but i aggreed to do it. It would give me a challenge, and when i thought about it more, scifi is proabably the easiest to write. There is just so much to work with. So I worked and worked and i finished my first chapter ever! It was so exciting! now I am polishing and refining it. I will post it as soon as I can.
Dylan
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