Elle Joyner
Fracturer of Fairytales
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Elle Joyner
Fracturer of Fairytales
...Uncertain Things...
At the start, the turbulence had come in waves. Like canon fire against the shell, the shuttle shook with violent force. Towards the end, it was constant, every shudder threatening to break the ship to pieces. They'd been warned that there was a good chance they wouldn't survive the trip, but none of them had much anticipated dying before they touched down. There was panic, of course... and when the first buckle broke, sending a young boy of about seventeen crashing into the instrument panel, there was pandemonium, but somewhere over the Eastern seaboard, the chutes deployed and with a volatile jerk, the shuttle decent began to slow.
Altogether, by the time they touched ground, they'd lost five. Two more buckles had snapped, and two necks, with them. Considering they'd been sent to die, while it wasn't the optimum scenario, it was better than they'd expected. Against the odds, they'd made it, and somehow that bit of defiance was a reward, all on it's own.
But touching down, as it turned out had been the easy part.
Several hours had passed, since their arrival. Several long, tiring hours, trapped inside the shuttle like sardines in a can. The argument had come about shortly after they'd hit the ground. They had enough supplies to last a month, maybe more, and there was no telling if the outside world was livable... But then, they'd come to see the Earth, hadn't they? And from there it had only escalated, until finally everyone agreed only that no decision could be made. They'd gone to sleep then, and woken the following day with the same dreadful choice hanging over their heads and the same utter indecision.
Staring at the bulk doors, Temperance Keller felt her eye begin to twitch. At this rate, they'd be dead in a little over a month, whether there was radiation outside or not. And that was if they didn't manage to kill each other, first. They were losing ground, and she was starting to lose patience. Frustration hit like a switch and she rose to her feet, looking over the crowded cabin at the huddled mass of her comrades.
"This is ridiculous!" She shouted, throwing her hands up, "We can't just sit here like this, waiting until we run out of food and water! I know you're scared... I am, too. But the fact is, we're here. We made it, and no one expected that much... Now we can stay inside, until we're out of supplies and we can die from starvation or dehydration, but I dunno about you... I wanna feel the wind on my face. The sun. I wanna know what we came here for, and that means opening that door. I say we put it to vote..."
At the start, the turbulence had come in waves. Like canon fire against the shell, the shuttle shook with violent force. Towards the end, it was constant, every shudder threatening to break the ship to pieces. They'd been warned that there was a good chance they wouldn't survive the trip, but none of them had much anticipated dying before they touched down. There was panic, of course... and when the first buckle broke, sending a young boy of about seventeen crashing into the instrument panel, there was pandemonium, but somewhere over the Eastern seaboard, the chutes deployed and with a volatile jerk, the shuttle decent began to slow.
Altogether, by the time they touched ground, they'd lost five. Two more buckles had snapped, and two necks, with them. Considering they'd been sent to die, while it wasn't the optimum scenario, it was better than they'd expected. Against the odds, they'd made it, and somehow that bit of defiance was a reward, all on it's own.
But touching down, as it turned out had been the easy part.
Several hours had passed, since their arrival. Several long, tiring hours, trapped inside the shuttle like sardines in a can. The argument had come about shortly after they'd hit the ground. They had enough supplies to last a month, maybe more, and there was no telling if the outside world was livable... But then, they'd come to see the Earth, hadn't they? And from there it had only escalated, until finally everyone agreed only that no decision could be made. They'd gone to sleep then, and woken the following day with the same dreadful choice hanging over their heads and the same utter indecision.
Staring at the bulk doors, Temperance Keller felt her eye begin to twitch. At this rate, they'd be dead in a little over a month, whether there was radiation outside or not. And that was if they didn't manage to kill each other, first. They were losing ground, and she was starting to lose patience. Frustration hit like a switch and she rose to her feet, looking over the crowded cabin at the huddled mass of her comrades.
"This is ridiculous!" She shouted, throwing her hands up, "We can't just sit here like this, waiting until we run out of food and water! I know you're scared... I am, too. But the fact is, we're here. We made it, and no one expected that much... Now we can stay inside, until we're out of supplies and we can die from starvation or dehydration, but I dunno about you... I wanna feel the wind on my face. The sun. I wanna know what we came here for, and that means opening that door. I say we put it to vote..."
AkuTheWolfOkami
The Shape-shifting Master of Goatees and Darkness
Throughout the duration of the shuttle flight, Hakeem had kept his eyes closed.He felt like he was restrained with rope, and had a cement block tied to the bottom of his feet in a lake. It was a hopeless, helpless sensation. That he was slowly drowning and there was nothing he could do about it. This was confirmed, when he heard over the loud orchestra of noises, a yell and then a crash.
His eyes hadn't budged from their shut position. The horror that was unfolding before him was not worth the shock. Hearing it, was enough, and the flight would continue. He hadn't didn't hear much of the rest of the flight, just the thud of landing and vibrations of landing. When they had become still, he finally opened his eyes.
There was a quick scan of his surroundings, and he counted 5 that were loss in the transit, tragic. Though it was a tragedy, it did mean that the estimated "month" of supplies would last longer, so that was a plus. In any amount, this meant it was time to head out and get life started on the new...well old planet. Well, so it seemed until the argument had begun.
It was appalling how many were against leaving, as if they had preferred to be aquarium fish who would only last a month with no owner. It irked em how people were resolved for this to be their casket, because it was a CHANCE the earth wasn't livable. It bothered him so much, that he didn't even speak when the argument had occurred. For Christ sake, if the Earth wasn't livable, surely this shuttle wouldn't be livable at some point also.
In truth, he'd had left the shuttle by his lonesome if it had made any logical sense. He doubted he could survive solo, and he also doubted they would give him some of the supplies to do such a task. So everyone decided to sleep. Hakeem didn't. His mind was too busy, but he did manage to close his eyes.
Then, the others had woken, and after a while, Temperance had spoken. Finally, some sense,"I hate to agree with her bit of whining, but Temperance is absolutely right. If we stay here, we'll run out of supplies and die. If there is a chance we can survive out there, even a little, the supplies will buy us enough time to find out. Best case scenario staying in the shuttle, we live a month and die. Best case going out that door, we live forever...relatively. So if we're putting it to a vote, I vote we leave this trashcan."
His eyes hadn't budged from their shut position. The horror that was unfolding before him was not worth the shock. Hearing it, was enough, and the flight would continue. He hadn't didn't hear much of the rest of the flight, just the thud of landing and vibrations of landing. When they had become still, he finally opened his eyes.
There was a quick scan of his surroundings, and he counted 5 that were loss in the transit, tragic. Though it was a tragedy, it did mean that the estimated "month" of supplies would last longer, so that was a plus. In any amount, this meant it was time to head out and get life started on the new...well old planet. Well, so it seemed until the argument had begun.
It was appalling how many were against leaving, as if they had preferred to be aquarium fish who would only last a month with no owner. It irked em how people were resolved for this to be their casket, because it was a CHANCE the earth wasn't livable. It bothered him so much, that he didn't even speak when the argument had occurred. For Christ sake, if the Earth wasn't livable, surely this shuttle wouldn't be livable at some point also.
In truth, he'd had left the shuttle by his lonesome if it had made any logical sense. He doubted he could survive solo, and he also doubted they would give him some of the supplies to do such a task. So everyone decided to sleep. Hakeem didn't. His mind was too busy, but he did manage to close his eyes.
Then, the others had woken, and after a while, Temperance had spoken. Finally, some sense,"I hate to agree with her bit of whining, but Temperance is absolutely right. If we stay here, we'll run out of supplies and die. If there is a chance we can survive out there, even a little, the supplies will buy us enough time to find out. Best case scenario staying in the shuttle, we live a month and die. Best case going out that door, we live forever...relatively. So if we're putting it to a vote, I vote we leave this trashcan."
Kharmin
Moon Pie Maven
<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_09/57a8c4775295b_Alysson_60.jpg.e5f2f9f2a8eb8f5ff2fa51188fca6cc0.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="73691" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_09/57a8c4775295b_Alysson_60.jpg.e5f2f9f2a8eb8f5ff2fa51188fca6cc0.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Before the launch, Alysson couldn't get into the ship and strapped to her seat fast enough. Ever since there had been speculation for a while that a group would be sent down to the planet's surface, she had been antsy to get there. Things could only be better on the ground and not cooped up in the small prison in which they had been exiled practically from birth.
Nerves tossed her stomach around as she impatiently waited for the rest of the kids to find a seat. To pass the time, Alysson glanced around at the assorted control panels and tried to guess their functions. Her expertise was more with smaller, hand-held devices and not the larger, wall-sized panels with their varied buttons, switches, output screens and whatnot. Lights on the panels flickered in an undecipherable sequence as Alysson blew strands of her straight, blonde hair from her eyes.
When everyone had settled and the craft finally tumbled away from the station, Alysson's eyes widened with excitement. This was it! Finally!
But the excitement quickly turned to panic as system alarms sounded throughout the craft. Violently, the shuttle bounced and skitted across the upper atmosphere as the dissonant sound of multiple klaxon alarms warned of their imminent demise. Had the hull cracked? Would they incinerate during their decent? Would the outer shell rupture and whisk all of the oxygen from the craft in an instant? Was the trajectory incorrect which might cause them to either skip off of the atmosphere and be lost to space, or was it perhaps too steep which would not allow for the proper functioning of the (hopefully intact?) heat shields?
Debris fell loose and was hurtled throughout the cabin. One kid freaked and undid his harness, only to be tossed across the ship like a leaf in a windstorm. The boy eventually crumpled to the hard, steel deck and lay motionless.
We're not going to make it, Alysson worried. Screams and shouts continually echoed around her as the craft fell through the atmosphere that tested its antiquated flight design. Suddenly, the craft lurched as the parachutes deployed. Unable to see through any windows, Alysson hoped that enough parachutes survived re-entry to slow their landing enough, otherwise, the trip would end as abruptly as it started.
At long last, the craft touched down, the jarring impact surprising just about everyone. Several of the younger kids screamed, believing that the ship had broken apart. The panic soon stilled at the realization that the descent had stopped and that they were actually, finally, on the ground.
Alysson unbuckled and moved around the cabin with several of the others. Some went to check on the poor boy that had been tossed around; Alysson hadn't seen him move and surmised that he hadn't survived his encounter with the many bulkheads and panels he had impacted.
Discussions soon turned to arguments about leaving the craft. Alysson stood apace and let the others go at it. No one listened to her before the launch; what could she say now that would sway any of them? Instead, she spent time examining the panels and subsystems that she could access as she tried to make sense of them. Eventually, the consensus was to have no consensus and the decision was tabled until the following day.
In the morning (was it truly the first day on earth?), the red-haired girl, Temperance voiced Alysson's exact argument: she, too, was more than ready to escape from the shuttle and experience earth!
Alysson raked her hair back with her hands and timidly added her soft voice to Temperance's suggestion. "Um, I'm all for going out, too. I don't think we need a vote. Those who want to stay can stay."
Nerves tossed her stomach around as she impatiently waited for the rest of the kids to find a seat. To pass the time, Alysson glanced around at the assorted control panels and tried to guess their functions. Her expertise was more with smaller, hand-held devices and not the larger, wall-sized panels with their varied buttons, switches, output screens and whatnot. Lights on the panels flickered in an undecipherable sequence as Alysson blew strands of her straight, blonde hair from her eyes.
When everyone had settled and the craft finally tumbled away from the station, Alysson's eyes widened with excitement. This was it! Finally!
But the excitement quickly turned to panic as system alarms sounded throughout the craft. Violently, the shuttle bounced and skitted across the upper atmosphere as the dissonant sound of multiple klaxon alarms warned of their imminent demise. Had the hull cracked? Would they incinerate during their decent? Would the outer shell rupture and whisk all of the oxygen from the craft in an instant? Was the trajectory incorrect which might cause them to either skip off of the atmosphere and be lost to space, or was it perhaps too steep which would not allow for the proper functioning of the (hopefully intact?) heat shields?
Debris fell loose and was hurtled throughout the cabin. One kid freaked and undid his harness, only to be tossed across the ship like a leaf in a windstorm. The boy eventually crumpled to the hard, steel deck and lay motionless.
We're not going to make it, Alysson worried. Screams and shouts continually echoed around her as the craft fell through the atmosphere that tested its antiquated flight design. Suddenly, the craft lurched as the parachutes deployed. Unable to see through any windows, Alysson hoped that enough parachutes survived re-entry to slow their landing enough, otherwise, the trip would end as abruptly as it started.
At long last, the craft touched down, the jarring impact surprising just about everyone. Several of the younger kids screamed, believing that the ship had broken apart. The panic soon stilled at the realization that the descent had stopped and that they were actually, finally, on the ground.
Alysson unbuckled and moved around the cabin with several of the others. Some went to check on the poor boy that had been tossed around; Alysson hadn't seen him move and surmised that he hadn't survived his encounter with the many bulkheads and panels he had impacted.
Discussions soon turned to arguments about leaving the craft. Alysson stood apace and let the others go at it. No one listened to her before the launch; what could she say now that would sway any of them? Instead, she spent time examining the panels and subsystems that she could access as she tried to make sense of them. Eventually, the consensus was to have no consensus and the decision was tabled until the following day.
In the morning (was it truly the first day on earth?), the red-haired girl, Temperance voiced Alysson's exact argument: she, too, was more than ready to escape from the shuttle and experience earth!
Alysson raked her hair back with her hands and timidly added her soft voice to Temperance's suggestion. "Um, I'm all for going out, too. I don't think we need a vote. Those who want to stay can stay."
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whitefoxkiller
Hail Hydrip
When Grace heard about the fact that she would get to go to Earth, she was elated. When she was hurtling through Earth's atmosphere, surrounded by screams and alarms and metal clanking, she tried to calm her mind by reminding herself of the brave sacrifice she was making. When the craft settled and everyone was silent with shock, she felt a laugh of glee bubble up from her throat, but when the others heard her laughs some gave her a pointed look, like she shouldn’t be happy. She half expected everyone else to be blissful, like herself, but she found she was the only one visibly pleased. They’d made it! Why were they not grateful? She un-buckled immediately and quickly went to the door, saying something about how it was time to open the shuttle, but someone grabbed her arm and told her not to open it, and thus the arguing ensued.
Grace was honestly furious about how much debate there was on the subject, but she figured that in the morning they would all come to their senses and they would leave. Grace couldn’t sleep, she was on the verge of a panic attack and she wanted to rip her hair out the whole night. She could tell that a few others, like her, were wide awake and eagerly anticipating opening the door. The next day, all Grace could do was sit by the door and frantically tap her leg to keep the creeping panic attack at bay.
Grace was leaning on the hatch, her knees close to her chest in an almost fetal position when Temperance spoke up. Grace had been there almost all night, on the brink of tears from anticipation. she couldn’t believe she had made it to the ground! She was actually a step away from the sight of the sun filtering through the trees and breathing fresh air and... and these cowards wanted to keep her in another cage! It was an odd mixture of elation and violent aggravation. She wondered if these other people were even illegal borns, if they'd gone through the same things she did. It was, to her, absolutely and utterly absurd to not open the door.
Grace crossed her arms and furrowed her eyebrows in frustration, she'd had it. Grace normally valued and most of the time agreed with Temperance's ideas, but this was ludicrous. "SCREW THE VOTE!" Grace exclaimed, standing up, "if we're bound to die out there," she waved a pointing finger behind her, towards the door, "then we're only prolonging the inevitable by staying in here! We're also wasting food supplies that we'll need later during winter! Someone has to make a command decision in order to get you chicken-shits out the door, I nominate myself!" She finished, turning around on her heel to open the door; It was opened with a wheel that locked into place. She tried to turn it, but it wouldn’t budge. "Help me open this door if you want to live!" Grace commanded.
Grace was honestly furious about how much debate there was on the subject, but she figured that in the morning they would all come to their senses and they would leave. Grace couldn’t sleep, she was on the verge of a panic attack and she wanted to rip her hair out the whole night. She could tell that a few others, like her, were wide awake and eagerly anticipating opening the door. The next day, all Grace could do was sit by the door and frantically tap her leg to keep the creeping panic attack at bay.
Grace was leaning on the hatch, her knees close to her chest in an almost fetal position when Temperance spoke up. Grace had been there almost all night, on the brink of tears from anticipation. she couldn’t believe she had made it to the ground! She was actually a step away from the sight of the sun filtering through the trees and breathing fresh air and... and these cowards wanted to keep her in another cage! It was an odd mixture of elation and violent aggravation. She wondered if these other people were even illegal borns, if they'd gone through the same things she did. It was, to her, absolutely and utterly absurd to not open the door.
Grace crossed her arms and furrowed her eyebrows in frustration, she'd had it. Grace normally valued and most of the time agreed with Temperance's ideas, but this was ludicrous. "SCREW THE VOTE!" Grace exclaimed, standing up, "if we're bound to die out there," she waved a pointing finger behind her, towards the door, "then we're only prolonging the inevitable by staying in here! We're also wasting food supplies that we'll need later during winter! Someone has to make a command decision in order to get you chicken-shits out the door, I nominate myself!" She finished, turning around on her heel to open the door; It was opened with a wheel that locked into place. She tried to turn it, but it wouldn’t budge. "Help me open this door if you want to live!" Grace commanded.
Vengeance Spirit
Seeker of Justice
Sydney was curious, he really wanted to see the surface of Earth. But not this way...Being told that there was a chance the ship would not land and simply become ablaze was frightening. His heart pressed up against his throat and formed a lump that decided to keep itself there for some time. His body shook immensely as anxiety and thoughts of doubt surrounded it. Thoughts like Would I be able to escape...Could I convince someone that I was a first born. Will I even be of use? Who am I to them...These people...They're probably stronger and better...I'm...I'm not worth it. Thoughts swarmed his mind, his paranoia made him weary of speaking or making any forms of eye contact.
He sat down in one of the seats, buckling his harness while his hands shook. He missed a few times but finally attached one side to the next, his hands were sweating profusely. He pushed the harness to make sure that it was stable on him, he didn't want anything to happen.
When disaster struck and people started dying, Sydney placed his hands over his eyes. Closing them for a long period of time. His hands became dampened by his tears, his aching stomach growled from all of the fear he was feeling. His body still shaking from earlier, and the lump worsened as it clogged his entire throat. He couldn't make a single sound, only ones that came from the screeching of his tears. His mind wondered back to the only pleasant memory he could think of at the time. His eleventh birthday when both of his parents were able to visit him. They didn't go anywhere special, but that was the first time in his life he could remember all three of them being in the same room. He talked with his parents for hours and hours about nothing important, simple small talk but it meant the world. It meant they cared to him.
The memory was dismissed by the large jolt from the landing. He still hadn't opened his eyes, his hands pressed against them. He was weak...In his own way, he believed this would mean he didn't have to deal with any of it. He didn't care about the vote, whether or not they were leaving. He wasn't. That was for sure. He wanted to talk to the others, some kind of human contact could be comforting. However, his throat was still clogged. The lump had grown, his anxiety owned him. He pressed his head against the seat's back, his harness still on as if to him they were still in the air. He was sweating still, the room was hot. Everyone was close together, creating large amounts of warmth. Being enclosed for so long would make many aggressive. The heat only worsened it, also adding to the stench created by the dead bodies. The heat made Sydney even more anxious, he needed space...He needed to be alone...This place would not grant this. He couldn't try and picture how the Earth was as he had dreamed about. Only thoughts of fear shrouded his mind.
He sat down in one of the seats, buckling his harness while his hands shook. He missed a few times but finally attached one side to the next, his hands were sweating profusely. He pushed the harness to make sure that it was stable on him, he didn't want anything to happen.
When disaster struck and people started dying, Sydney placed his hands over his eyes. Closing them for a long period of time. His hands became dampened by his tears, his aching stomach growled from all of the fear he was feeling. His body still shaking from earlier, and the lump worsened as it clogged his entire throat. He couldn't make a single sound, only ones that came from the screeching of his tears. His mind wondered back to the only pleasant memory he could think of at the time. His eleventh birthday when both of his parents were able to visit him. They didn't go anywhere special, but that was the first time in his life he could remember all three of them being in the same room. He talked with his parents for hours and hours about nothing important, simple small talk but it meant the world. It meant they cared to him.
The memory was dismissed by the large jolt from the landing. He still hadn't opened his eyes, his hands pressed against them. He was weak...In his own way, he believed this would mean he didn't have to deal with any of it. He didn't care about the vote, whether or not they were leaving. He wasn't. That was for sure. He wanted to talk to the others, some kind of human contact could be comforting. However, his throat was still clogged. The lump had grown, his anxiety owned him. He pressed his head against the seat's back, his harness still on as if to him they were still in the air. He was sweating still, the room was hot. Everyone was close together, creating large amounts of warmth. Being enclosed for so long would make many aggressive. The heat only worsened it, also adding to the stench created by the dead bodies. The heat made Sydney even more anxious, he needed space...He needed to be alone...This place would not grant this. He couldn't try and picture how the Earth was as he had dreamed about. Only thoughts of fear shrouded his mind.
MrWeirdbraxto
The real Warchief of the Horde
Earth, what an unexpected and even alienated concept to Ashhen, along with the many exiled. But unexpected doesn't compare to the bone chilling swiftness of being thrown into the shuttles, shuttles that would bring Ashhen as close to the alien as possible, or rather, as close to a second chance as possible. Whilst being strapped in, hurdling through space at an ungodly pace, Ashhen attempted what he could muster up in terms of calming down. Legs vibrating, constant adjusting neck, fidgeting fingers. Nervousness, a bad drug that only results in withdraw. Ashhen seemed to be in total bliss compared to some of the other passengers, screams of agony and tears of feeling forsaken. I will attempt to lead them to a better life... The thought echoed throughout Ashhen's mind for the foreseeable eternity of this ride.
For but a single instance, a minuscule tenth of a moment, there was but silence. Not of bliss mind you, but silence of unforgettable horror. Single instances fade quickly, followed by disgusted and frightened screams. Ashhen dare not look or question, for he knew what that meant, we'd lost one, or two, or who could possibly know how many, for we did not lose people just through death, we lost countless amount of people's minds and wills that day.
Constant poundings of alerts and alarms hadn't helped the situation in the slightest, as many expected their imminent demise in a blazing hell fire of reentry. Their savor, their last hope, their salvation, they had all turned to just being a swift and brutal death, misery cleansed through fire.
Ashhen clenched his fist together to mourn his pathetic existence, but also to wade out the imminent arrival of destruction. Shuttles such as these, to carry exiles, were not to survive such an event as reentry, they are damned and bastard shuttles by their own right and purpose. Still, Ashhen's desire to live hadn't faded in the recesses of his mind, and prayed to whatever deity may be present in the moment of possible hundreds of child moralities, prayed for success of the landing gear that would promise them new life and existence.
Abruptly, the craft shook and jolted everyone forward, quaking ferociously for a few moments, before easing and settling into a dormant state. In that moment, Ashhen opened his eyes to notice everyone's curiosity, taking a few moments to piece together that they had finally landed, safely, with few causalities. He left the wind of a thousand relives leave his lungs, and the drying of gallons of nervous sweat down his forehead. Almost as soon as they had perceived this landing, many rallied together and called for a vote, trying to salvage their last bit of humanity inside them. Thoughts roared through Ashhen's mind, this is the final moment! A moment in which you may rise up and help rule these men and woman. Stand now you idiot, stand!. Ashhen tossed aside his harness and inhibitions and stood proudly among those requesting the aid to leave this shuttle. He approached them, putting on an act of confidence and nodding his head in agreement before wading to face the other children in the hull. "If we do not go out, we might as well been burned to ash moments ago."
For but a single instance, a minuscule tenth of a moment, there was but silence. Not of bliss mind you, but silence of unforgettable horror. Single instances fade quickly, followed by disgusted and frightened screams. Ashhen dare not look or question, for he knew what that meant, we'd lost one, or two, or who could possibly know how many, for we did not lose people just through death, we lost countless amount of people's minds and wills that day.
Constant poundings of alerts and alarms hadn't helped the situation in the slightest, as many expected their imminent demise in a blazing hell fire of reentry. Their savor, their last hope, their salvation, they had all turned to just being a swift and brutal death, misery cleansed through fire.
Ashhen clenched his fist together to mourn his pathetic existence, but also to wade out the imminent arrival of destruction. Shuttles such as these, to carry exiles, were not to survive such an event as reentry, they are damned and bastard shuttles by their own right and purpose. Still, Ashhen's desire to live hadn't faded in the recesses of his mind, and prayed to whatever deity may be present in the moment of possible hundreds of child moralities, prayed for success of the landing gear that would promise them new life and existence.
Abruptly, the craft shook and jolted everyone forward, quaking ferociously for a few moments, before easing and settling into a dormant state. In that moment, Ashhen opened his eyes to notice everyone's curiosity, taking a few moments to piece together that they had finally landed, safely, with few causalities. He left the wind of a thousand relives leave his lungs, and the drying of gallons of nervous sweat down his forehead. Almost as soon as they had perceived this landing, many rallied together and called for a vote, trying to salvage their last bit of humanity inside them. Thoughts roared through Ashhen's mind, this is the final moment! A moment in which you may rise up and help rule these men and woman. Stand now you idiot, stand!. Ashhen tossed aside his harness and inhibitions and stood proudly among those requesting the aid to leave this shuttle. He approached them, putting on an act of confidence and nodding his head in agreement before wading to face the other children in the hull. "If we do not go out, we might as well been burned to ash moments ago."
Elle Joyner
Fracturer of Fairytales
As the voices in the shuttle rose, Temperance flinched. It was the same argument as the night before, with little to no resolution in sight, both sides adamant to their position, no one willing to bend, to turn. At this rate, they'd repeat coarse and alter nothing, and in a month's time they would be out of supplies and forced to make a decision out of sheer desperation. Grace, more than any surprised Temperance, as she moved for the door, but her tiny framed friend would not have luck opening the hatch on her own, and despite their vehemence, no one else seemed quite ready to defy the opposition. Or so she'd thought.
It was Luca Sif who made the move. He'd been quiet the majority of their trip, an oddity for someone who was generally a nuisance on a minute to minute basis. As the argument intensified, Luca stepped up behind the dark skinned girl and with a wink and a smirk, nudged past her to the door crank.
"Sif!" Temperance called out, but a moment too late. Twisting the crank, the door gave a mechanical whine before slowly creaking open. Light flooded the compartment in brilliant rays of yellows and golds, and air, fresh and cool poured inside.
"Now that that's settled..." Luca said with a grin, "Anyone wanna be the first one out? How 'bout you, sweetheart?" He continued, gesturing to Grace.
"Luca Sif, you're an idiot..." Temperance hissed, before she moved for the door. It was hard, though, to be angry... Nothing, not in her entire life, compared to that sensation. Fresh air. The sunlight, streaming with blinding brilliance. She was so close...
"...Too late now, Rainy. If we're exposed, we're exposed. You know you wanna go out there..."
Rolling her eyes, Temperance stepped past Luca, and out onto the metal ramp. Her indignation couldn't last long. Eyes stinging with tears, she took in a deep, full breath, savoring ever scent, ever blessed sensation...
"We're home..." She whispered, then turned back to the ship, repeating herself louder, "We're home!"
@AkuTheWolfOkami, @Kharmin, @Vengeance Spirit, @MrWeirdbraxto, @whitefoxkiller
It was Luca Sif who made the move. He'd been quiet the majority of their trip, an oddity for someone who was generally a nuisance on a minute to minute basis. As the argument intensified, Luca stepped up behind the dark skinned girl and with a wink and a smirk, nudged past her to the door crank.
"Sif!" Temperance called out, but a moment too late. Twisting the crank, the door gave a mechanical whine before slowly creaking open. Light flooded the compartment in brilliant rays of yellows and golds, and air, fresh and cool poured inside.
"Now that that's settled..." Luca said with a grin, "Anyone wanna be the first one out? How 'bout you, sweetheart?" He continued, gesturing to Grace.
"Luca Sif, you're an idiot..." Temperance hissed, before she moved for the door. It was hard, though, to be angry... Nothing, not in her entire life, compared to that sensation. Fresh air. The sunlight, streaming with blinding brilliance. She was so close...
"...Too late now, Rainy. If we're exposed, we're exposed. You know you wanna go out there..."
Rolling her eyes, Temperance stepped past Luca, and out onto the metal ramp. Her indignation couldn't last long. Eyes stinging with tears, she took in a deep, full breath, savoring ever scent, ever blessed sensation...
"We're home..." She whispered, then turned back to the ship, repeating herself louder, "We're home!"
@AkuTheWolfOkami, @Kharmin, @Vengeance Spirit, @MrWeirdbraxto, @whitefoxkiller
whitefoxkiller
Hail Hydrip
Grace struggled against the door, feeling plenty helpless, but she wasn't ready to back down. There was but a door between her and a whole world, just waiting for her. Suddenly Luca Sif, a good friend of Grace's came to her aid. He took the handle from her and the door began to move. Grace's mind flooded with relief, excitement, and pure joy. As the door swung open and the sunlight kissed her face she'd felt something completely indescribable. Luca turned to her and offered to let her go first. Grace was in awe. In a dazed way, she walked past him, giving him an absentminded peck on the cheek, and into the beautiful environment around them. She didn't even hear Temperance's scolding. Grace stopped at the edge of the ramp a second before taking a huge breath and planting one foot on the ground. Grace blinked and tears fell from her eyes. She took another step and soon Temperance was following her out the door.
Grace breathed in deep again, amazed by the variety of smells in the air. She couldn't identity any of them, but they were all extremely comforting. Looking up, she saw how the light filtered through the light green trees, leaving only small points of light gracefully dancing around her face and across her eyes as the wind rustled the branches above her. Her arms floated up beside her and she was smiling, she almost couldn't believe it. "We're home!" She heard Temperance say. The words made Grace laugh quietly and she started slowly spinning, letting her eyes close so she could just enjoy the sounds and smells of the place.
Suddenly an awful, insidious fear crept into Grace's mind. This is just a dream, She despaired, You're back in your cell, dreaming of Earth, there is no way this is real. Grace waited for herself to wake up, because she knew this couldn't be a reality. Upon not waking up, Grace opened her eyes and went to the nearest tree and touched it. It felt rough and solid and she knew it was real. Bliss again filled her mind.
"WE MADE IT!" Grace screamed into the wild. She didn't mean for it to come out, the words just tumbled from her mouth, "YEAHHH!" She screamed louder, throwing her fist into the air. She ran to Temperance and grabbed her hands, squeezing them and pulling Temperance out farther from the shuttle. Suddenly her voice got really quiet: "Rainy...." She paused, giving her an earnest look, "We made it. We made it. We.made.it."
Grace breathed in deep again, amazed by the variety of smells in the air. She couldn't identity any of them, but they were all extremely comforting. Looking up, she saw how the light filtered through the light green trees, leaving only small points of light gracefully dancing around her face and across her eyes as the wind rustled the branches above her. Her arms floated up beside her and she was smiling, she almost couldn't believe it. "We're home!" She heard Temperance say. The words made Grace laugh quietly and she started slowly spinning, letting her eyes close so she could just enjoy the sounds and smells of the place.
Suddenly an awful, insidious fear crept into Grace's mind. This is just a dream, She despaired, You're back in your cell, dreaming of Earth, there is no way this is real. Grace waited for herself to wake up, because she knew this couldn't be a reality. Upon not waking up, Grace opened her eyes and went to the nearest tree and touched it. It felt rough and solid and she knew it was real. Bliss again filled her mind.
"WE MADE IT!" Grace screamed into the wild. She didn't mean for it to come out, the words just tumbled from her mouth, "YEAHHH!" She screamed louder, throwing her fist into the air. She ran to Temperance and grabbed her hands, squeezing them and pulling Temperance out farther from the shuttle. Suddenly her voice got really quiet: "Rainy...." She paused, giving her an earnest look, "We made it. We made it. We.made.it."
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AkuTheWolfOkami
The Shape-shifting Master of Goatees and Darkness
Annoying. Annoying would be the word to describe everything that just transpired with the group he would call the "initiative". They had taken it upon their own selves to decide whether or not to leave out the shuttle. Though he agreed with that as the solution, he hated the way it happened. If they were going to work together from this time on, diplomacy and democracy would be key. People didn't like doing things just because someone decided to act, and even if they were quiet about it now, persistent behavior of this nature would cause a rift. Even if there was no real way he would have stayed on the shuttle, people like the idea that they had a say.
He managed to suck the air between his teeth, that so familiar hissing sound of disapproval echoing through the confines of the shuttle. That scowl that seemed to be ever present on his face had made its presence known, as one of his brows raised watching the events before him. He didn't rush to move, no, instead he hesitated. He had to work against his natural inclination to hit the fellow who had just opened that door. Selfishness would be their doom....
He had himself composed after a moment's pass, scowl still present, as he made his way towards the door. When he stepped outside he had to raise his arm up to shield his eyes from the light that his eyes had not been accustomed to, and let out a mean cough as he covered his mouth also. The air was made differently on Earth. It was made of things like nitrogen, hydrogen, oxygen etc..etc...and his body had not quite adjusted to it. That, and the gravity of Earth. Artificial Gravity would never compare to a planet's actual pull.
After a moment, he was able to squint his eyes and stare through the light and watch everything around him,".......Cool."
He managed to suck the air between his teeth, that so familiar hissing sound of disapproval echoing through the confines of the shuttle. That scowl that seemed to be ever present on his face had made its presence known, as one of his brows raised watching the events before him. He didn't rush to move, no, instead he hesitated. He had to work against his natural inclination to hit the fellow who had just opened that door. Selfishness would be their doom....
He had himself composed after a moment's pass, scowl still present, as he made his way towards the door. When he stepped outside he had to raise his arm up to shield his eyes from the light that his eyes had not been accustomed to, and let out a mean cough as he covered his mouth also. The air was made differently on Earth. It was made of things like nitrogen, hydrogen, oxygen etc..etc...and his body had not quite adjusted to it. That, and the gravity of Earth. Artificial Gravity would never compare to a planet's actual pull.
After a moment, he was able to squint his eyes and stare through the light and watch everything around him,".......Cool."
Vengeance Spirit
Seeker of Justice
Sydney's hands were still over his eyes, his ears weren't being blocked from the surrounding area but it mattered not for his mind was long gone. He was completely catatonic in a way, shock and anxiety took over his body and he was unable to do anything. He could only sit there in that state, his heart beating rapidly. In the start, he was at least listening to their conversations until they led to nowhere. He closed himself off from their lackluster talking. He didn't want to add anymore stress on himself, his mind was already boiling in the hot waters of fear. The type of fear that doesn't easily go away. When the door opened, he could see the bright light tossing itself in between the grooves of his folded hands. The light was like nothing he had ever seen before in his life. The sun warmed his hands and gave him a feeling of warmth. His body was feeling cold earlier despite the large amounts of heat on him, the cold emotion had shaken him. Now...The warmth of the sun had reigned. He slowly moved his hands from his eyes, tears that hadn't made their way down his face and dried against his cheek were visible. His interest was in control now, his hands moved on their own as they unhooked him from his metal prison. He didn't look around, he didn't say anything to anyone. Not even a look of confirmation that most would have after visiting the hell that they had.
He walked forward, gently pushing anyone that was in his way. He was on a goal...A mission, he was unsure of what. Yet again, he didn't care what...He just felt it. No words could describe his feeling of perfect euphoria. He had to have more of the bright sun light, he wanted to feel his skin caressed by the sun. After a few moments of slow movements, he would arrive outside finally. Leaving behind the hell that had tormented him to enter the paradise that gave him a loving warmth. The warmth that came from a hug. He didn't need anyone...The sun's rays had provided Sydney with compassion as it felt. He tossed his shoes off and walked around in circles for a bit, letting his sensitive feet press against the warm dirt below it. It felt incredible, he needed more...He craved more. He walked for a long time before falling to his knees and pressing his hands against the dirt. He had no care about how others would see his slight mania moment, he hoped they would be held by their own to let him have his moment of relief for the large amounts of anxiety recently shoved onto him.
He walked forward, gently pushing anyone that was in his way. He was on a goal...A mission, he was unsure of what. Yet again, he didn't care what...He just felt it. No words could describe his feeling of perfect euphoria. He had to have more of the bright sun light, he wanted to feel his skin caressed by the sun. After a few moments of slow movements, he would arrive outside finally. Leaving behind the hell that had tormented him to enter the paradise that gave him a loving warmth. The warmth that came from a hug. He didn't need anyone...The sun's rays had provided Sydney with compassion as it felt. He tossed his shoes off and walked around in circles for a bit, letting his sensitive feet press against the warm dirt below it. It felt incredible, he needed more...He craved more. He walked for a long time before falling to his knees and pressing his hands against the dirt. He had no care about how others would see his slight mania moment, he hoped they would be held by their own to let him have his moment of relief for the large amounts of anxiety recently shoved onto him.
Kharmin
Moon Pie Maven
<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_09/57a8c4aeb2a92_Alysson_60.jpg.587d8dbb8fb0d46f937d58127220a592.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="75938" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_09/57a8c4aeb2a92_Alysson_60.jpg.587d8dbb8fb0d46f937d58127220a592.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Home? What a strange concept to one who had never really had one. Alysson regarded the first few who had stepped out from the ship. They hadn't doubled over and died or been eaten by some large, carnivorous ... well, thing ... yet ... so it seemed that, for now, earth was habitable.
Alysson paused and looked back at the dead console. She wasn't completely sure of all of the functionality that it might have had prior to their unorthodox landing; however, Alysson had figured out part of it had been communications. Whether that meant communicating with the ship that orbited somewhere high above them or if it were for more localized interactions, Alysson couldn't determine. Heck, maybe it was both, but the point was moot – the system was shattered and probably beyond her ability to repair.
But I should try, she thought. We might need it? Silken,blonde hair rustled lightly across her shoulder as she turned her head from the console to the door and back again. Maybe she should ask someone? The girl who reprimanded the one who opened the door seemed like she wanted to be in charge, but yet there were others whose expressions threw that accreditation into doubt.
Some of the others shifted nervously around inside the craft. The external air, warm and humid, wafted throughout and carried strange, forest scents upon it – scents that Alysson had never experienced and thus had no idea what they were. Sunlight, real sunlight, bathed those few intrepid adventurers who had exited in a soft, glow of light. Alysson saw the wind tease gently through their hair and wondered what it must feel like.
In the console next to her, an exposed, overloaded circuit popped in a brief flash that brought her attention back to it. A small wisp of electrical smoke rose into the air and shifted with the breeze from the opened door, its smell pungent and acrid against the aromas of earth.
This was real to her. The console, electronics, the smell ... everything outside was foreign, alien and in all honesty frightening. Alysson blinked her blue eyes and snapped herself back to the present. The earth – the world outside of their steel ark – would still be there for her to explore. For now, getting some of their systems online, in even the most remote and limited capacity, was a priority.
She pulled her wrapped cloth of tools at her back from under her belt and lay them across the face of the panel. After a quick moment of study, Alysson selected two of her hand-made tools and began to remove the cover to the console.
Alysson paused and looked back at the dead console. She wasn't completely sure of all of the functionality that it might have had prior to their unorthodox landing; however, Alysson had figured out part of it had been communications. Whether that meant communicating with the ship that orbited somewhere high above them or if it were for more localized interactions, Alysson couldn't determine. Heck, maybe it was both, but the point was moot – the system was shattered and probably beyond her ability to repair.
But I should try, she thought. We might need it? Silken,blonde hair rustled lightly across her shoulder as she turned her head from the console to the door and back again. Maybe she should ask someone? The girl who reprimanded the one who opened the door seemed like she wanted to be in charge, but yet there were others whose expressions threw that accreditation into doubt.
Some of the others shifted nervously around inside the craft. The external air, warm and humid, wafted throughout and carried strange, forest scents upon it – scents that Alysson had never experienced and thus had no idea what they were. Sunlight, real sunlight, bathed those few intrepid adventurers who had exited in a soft, glow of light. Alysson saw the wind tease gently through their hair and wondered what it must feel like.
In the console next to her, an exposed, overloaded circuit popped in a brief flash that brought her attention back to it. A small wisp of electrical smoke rose into the air and shifted with the breeze from the opened door, its smell pungent and acrid against the aromas of earth.
This was real to her. The console, electronics, the smell ... everything outside was foreign, alien and in all honesty frightening. Alysson blinked her blue eyes and snapped herself back to the present. The earth – the world outside of their steel ark – would still be there for her to explore. For now, getting some of their systems online, in even the most remote and limited capacity, was a priority.
She pulled her wrapped cloth of tools at her back from under her belt and lay them across the face of the panel. After a quick moment of study, Alysson selected two of her hand-made tools and began to remove the cover to the console.
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Elle Joyner
Fracturer of Fairytales
After the initial shock had settled, there seemed to be a sense that the argument not to leave the shuttle had never taken place, the vast majority of it's occupants streaming out in near desperation to see, to touch, to feel. Light bled through the canopy of trees overheard, the soft, rocky ground warm to the touch. It was early in the Fall and the heat of Summer still clung to the air, the breeze carrying with it the scent of trees and earth, of the fresh flowing streams and wildflowers in the distance.
Temperance was drawn from her reverie as hands clasped her own and she opened her eyes to see Grace before her, smiling down at the smaller girl with a shake of the head, "We did, Grace. We made it." Breathing deep, she released Grace's hands and turned back to the shuttle, "We should make sure everyone stays close... and then we need to organize... set up camp, find water..."
"Hell, Rainy... why don't you just assign jobs... start collecting fees. We'll fashion you up a crown and you can be the Bloody Queen of Earth." Grinning, Sif pulled himself back up onto the ramp, "Somethin' tells me, though, you ain't gonna have too many followers. Down here, it's every man for himself. Me? I think I'm gonna pop open the rations, grab myself a snack and take a nap."
Peering back into the shuttle, Sif chuckled at the site of the blonde, rifling around in the equipment, "How about you, Sugar... You wanna join me?"
@whitefoxkiller, @Kharmin
Temperance was drawn from her reverie as hands clasped her own and she opened her eyes to see Grace before her, smiling down at the smaller girl with a shake of the head, "We did, Grace. We made it." Breathing deep, she released Grace's hands and turned back to the shuttle, "We should make sure everyone stays close... and then we need to organize... set up camp, find water..."
"Hell, Rainy... why don't you just assign jobs... start collecting fees. We'll fashion you up a crown and you can be the Bloody Queen of Earth." Grinning, Sif pulled himself back up onto the ramp, "Somethin' tells me, though, you ain't gonna have too many followers. Down here, it's every man for himself. Me? I think I'm gonna pop open the rations, grab myself a snack and take a nap."
Peering back into the shuttle, Sif chuckled at the site of the blonde, rifling around in the equipment, "How about you, Sugar... You wanna join me?"
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Kharmin
Moon Pie Maven
<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_09/57a8c4b843efc_Alysson_60.jpg.3503140afe81b6749f5a1282f8d85c88.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="76321" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_09/57a8c4b843efc_Alysson_60.jpg.3503140afe81b6749f5a1282f8d85c88.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Alysson ignored the shuffling of the ship's occupants as they made their way to the portal and their new life on earth. With singular focus, she unscrewed the fasteners on the panel, removed it and started to examine the chaos of wires within. The stench of burned electronics issued from within like the stagnant putrefaction of a cadaver inside a opened casket.
Like most other things on the "mother ship", this particular panel had been spliced together with whatever wires and connectors that the engineers could find. None of the circuits were properly wired with the right colored wires which meant that Alysson would need to trace each and every one. She blew blonde hair from her eyes with a slight exasperated sigh and let her eyes focus on the task.
The conversations around the doorway and within the clustered group of new earth residents buzzed incoherently in the stale air of the ship's cabin in which she worked. Alysson paid them no mind as she studied the circuitry of the console. Immediately, it was clear that the console was meant for more than communications; however, since that was their more pressing need Alysson tucker her hair behind her ear and began to violently pull wires from other, unknown components to be used for repairing communications.
The call from one of the guys just outside of the hatch drew her attention. Alysson turned her head and saw the dark haired young man regarding her with his grey eyes. She slightly blushed at the attention. "I .. um..." she stuttered as her head whipped back to the console and then to the man, "the console ... I .. um... well," she hesitated and bit her lower lip. "We should probably have some ability to communicate if we sent out foraging parties," she said. "I ... uh, I think that I can get this working again and then if we can find some comms, we can ... or rather, I can ... get them working, too."
Alysson leaned casually on the opened console and crossed her arms. The damaged unit shifted against the unexpected weight and Alysson comically tumbled into a heap on the ground next to it. The top panel, which had been removed and set aside, crashed down on her which spilled her home-made tools across the metal decking and covered her in a virtual web of wires.
Great. Alysson thought, wryly. Nice impression.
@Elle Joyner
Like most other things on the "mother ship", this particular panel had been spliced together with whatever wires and connectors that the engineers could find. None of the circuits were properly wired with the right colored wires which meant that Alysson would need to trace each and every one. She blew blonde hair from her eyes with a slight exasperated sigh and let her eyes focus on the task.
The conversations around the doorway and within the clustered group of new earth residents buzzed incoherently in the stale air of the ship's cabin in which she worked. Alysson paid them no mind as she studied the circuitry of the console. Immediately, it was clear that the console was meant for more than communications; however, since that was their more pressing need Alysson tucker her hair behind her ear and began to violently pull wires from other, unknown components to be used for repairing communications.
The call from one of the guys just outside of the hatch drew her attention. Alysson turned her head and saw the dark haired young man regarding her with his grey eyes. She slightly blushed at the attention. "I .. um..." she stuttered as her head whipped back to the console and then to the man, "the console ... I .. um... well," she hesitated and bit her lower lip. "We should probably have some ability to communicate if we sent out foraging parties," she said. "I ... uh, I think that I can get this working again and then if we can find some comms, we can ... or rather, I can ... get them working, too."
Alysson leaned casually on the opened console and crossed her arms. The damaged unit shifted against the unexpected weight and Alysson comically tumbled into a heap on the ground next to it. The top panel, which had been removed and set aside, crashed down on her which spilled her home-made tools across the metal decking and covered her in a virtual web of wires.
Great. Alysson thought, wryly. Nice impression.
@Elle Joyner
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whitefoxkiller
Hail Hydrip
Grace listened to Rainy, wondering if she was assuming that she was going to be the leader. Grace was sure that Temperance wouldn't have any personal problem leading, but she also wasn't sure anyone else would, especially because of the fact that Temperance might not have had the ability to spur everyone else to do what she told them to. Grace looked at all the people around her, suryeing everyone who had made it and trying to find someone who had this skill, when Sif went into the shuttle and headed towards the rations.
"The hell you are." Grace said under her breath. She gave Temperance a look that said, this one will be a problem. As much as Grace enjoyed hanging out with him back in the day, Sif always had a major problem with authority, which, granted, was not altogether surprising or unexpected. In fact, probably all the illegal borns had a problem with authoritative figures, so bringing them together would be difficult.
Grace went after Sif and grabbed his shoulder harshly and gave him a serious look, "Sif, we'll need that food later. I'm not going to let you -or anybody- eat one crumb of that until we set up a system that will ensure that it lasts. Listen," she started, now addressing everyone in the shuttle and outside of the shuttle in a loud but calm voice, "stupid and selfish will get us killed. I assume everyone here wants to survive more than a month right?" Grace surveyed the room with her eyes, giving as many meaningful looks as possible. She turned back to Sif, "you want food, Sif? Come with me to explore the area and find something to eat." She commanded in completely reasonable tone. "No one will get through this by doing nothing guys." She addressed everyone again.
"The hell you are." Grace said under her breath. She gave Temperance a look that said, this one will be a problem. As much as Grace enjoyed hanging out with him back in the day, Sif always had a major problem with authority, which, granted, was not altogether surprising or unexpected. In fact, probably all the illegal borns had a problem with authoritative figures, so bringing them together would be difficult.
Grace went after Sif and grabbed his shoulder harshly and gave him a serious look, "Sif, we'll need that food later. I'm not going to let you -or anybody- eat one crumb of that until we set up a system that will ensure that it lasts. Listen," she started, now addressing everyone in the shuttle and outside of the shuttle in a loud but calm voice, "stupid and selfish will get us killed. I assume everyone here wants to survive more than a month right?" Grace surveyed the room with her eyes, giving as many meaningful looks as possible. She turned back to Sif, "you want food, Sif? Come with me to explore the area and find something to eat." She commanded in completely reasonable tone. "No one will get through this by doing nothing guys." She addressed everyone again.
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AkuTheWolfOkami
The Shape-shifting Master of Goatees and Darkness
"This is Earth..." Hakeem muttered, mostly to himself as one of his hands soaked in the color of caramel reached out groping for something. A'las, this was interrupted by an echo of a conversation that played in regards to food, and as much as the smell of warm soil and trees pleased his nose, the food did more. He turned to face the owner of this amazing suggestion, but his attention was interrupted by the crashing of Alysson in the shuttle.
His initial instinct was to go and help, but his body refused to offer the same sort of care. He was entranced by her predicament of being on the ground until Grace's voice cracked through his ears and he managed to offer a sigh,"Look, quit offering commands as if you know about what to do anymore than the others. We don't know what's out there, let's make a plan of action before we move out. If you go out and find nothing, you'll be famished from extorting that much energy."
Hakeem rubbed his temples as he remembered something, and immediately removed a device from under his top and looked it over. It was his clock, the water filtering one. He made sure to stow it on his person in case he'd need it. A quick scrutiny of his device, and a sigh in acknowledgement that it had suffered minor physical damage but he wasn't sure how much exactly. No better way than to go test it.
Those brown eyes of his bounced around, as if there were two pinballs taking a ride in a pinball machine before they finally landed on a puddle not too far off. Those feet of his moved slowly, before he knelt before the puddle and scooped some of the water into his device. Taking his thumb and index, with the precision of a sewer, he wound the device up and waited a second.
After a moment of anxiety, similar to the moment before you are unsure of your test results and are about to receive them, the device began to click. tick. tick. tick. tick. Brilliant, some part of it was working, though after further analysis, the clock function had been broken, but it was....YES... clear water. "Good shit, now if I can salvage unneeded parts from the shuttle, I can possibly make a bigger more efficient one. Keem, you dog you."
His initial instinct was to go and help, but his body refused to offer the same sort of care. He was entranced by her predicament of being on the ground until Grace's voice cracked through his ears and he managed to offer a sigh,"Look, quit offering commands as if you know about what to do anymore than the others. We don't know what's out there, let's make a plan of action before we move out. If you go out and find nothing, you'll be famished from extorting that much energy."
Hakeem rubbed his temples as he remembered something, and immediately removed a device from under his top and looked it over. It was his clock, the water filtering one. He made sure to stow it on his person in case he'd need it. A quick scrutiny of his device, and a sigh in acknowledgement that it had suffered minor physical damage but he wasn't sure how much exactly. No better way than to go test it.
Those brown eyes of his bounced around, as if there were two pinballs taking a ride in a pinball machine before they finally landed on a puddle not too far off. Those feet of his moved slowly, before he knelt before the puddle and scooped some of the water into his device. Taking his thumb and index, with the precision of a sewer, he wound the device up and waited a second.
After a moment of anxiety, similar to the moment before you are unsure of your test results and are about to receive them, the device began to click. tick. tick. tick. tick. Brilliant, some part of it was working, though after further analysis, the clock function had been broken, but it was....YES... clear water. "Good shit, now if I can salvage unneeded parts from the shuttle, I can possibly make a bigger more efficient one. Keem, you dog you."
Elle Joyner
Fracturer of Fairytales
"Alright, stop!" Temperance shouted, her voice a steady beat in the dull roar of excitement and wonder, "Now I get it, that this is a crucial period right now and everybody wants to get their names in for top dog, but what we need to realize is if we're too busy fiddling with our measuring sticks, we are gonna fall apart before we even set up the first tent. I don't care who wants to be in charge - but right now, we are all each other has. All we can do is work together, that is the only way we're gonna survive down here." Frowning softly, she looked over the crowd, most of whom had fallen quiet. On the Space Station, they were each other's family... they were each other's friends. It only made sense that on earth they could use that to their advantage.
"Now... If learned anything in Earth Science class, the first thing we need to do is find water, fresh running water... and set up shelter. It's early fall, it might feel warm, but at night... it's gonna get cold, so we need to get those tents up, ASAP. Anyone willing to take charge of that?" Behind her, she could hear Sif moving, the boy clearing his throat.
"Yeah, Rainy. I think I can handle that... Hell, gives me first pick of tent buddy anyhow."
Smiling, shaking her head, Temperance continued, "And Alysson is right... we need to figure out how to get our comm system up, so we can contact Station. If anyone's good with mechanics, we could really use you. I'm willing to go look for water, but I'll need a few people to come with me, so we can scout the area and see what we're looking at... If anyone has a problem with this, well... you can take it up with me later, for now... find what you're good at and do something useful." Nodding to the group, she turned back to the shuttle, to Grace, "...Think you can round us up a few more volunteers for water duty? And whoever is left can help set up camp... or help with the comms."
Moving to the downed blonde, Sif held out a hand to help her up, his lips still curved in a subtle smirk, "...Fallin' for me already, darlin'? I knew I was charming, but that was fast."
@Kharmin, @whitefoxkiller, @everydangedperson
"Now... If learned anything in Earth Science class, the first thing we need to do is find water, fresh running water... and set up shelter. It's early fall, it might feel warm, but at night... it's gonna get cold, so we need to get those tents up, ASAP. Anyone willing to take charge of that?" Behind her, she could hear Sif moving, the boy clearing his throat.
"Yeah, Rainy. I think I can handle that... Hell, gives me first pick of tent buddy anyhow."
Smiling, shaking her head, Temperance continued, "And Alysson is right... we need to figure out how to get our comm system up, so we can contact Station. If anyone's good with mechanics, we could really use you. I'm willing to go look for water, but I'll need a few people to come with me, so we can scout the area and see what we're looking at... If anyone has a problem with this, well... you can take it up with me later, for now... find what you're good at and do something useful." Nodding to the group, she turned back to the shuttle, to Grace, "...Think you can round us up a few more volunteers for water duty? And whoever is left can help set up camp... or help with the comms."
Moving to the downed blonde, Sif held out a hand to help her up, his lips still curved in a subtle smirk, "...Fallin' for me already, darlin'? I knew I was charming, but that was fast."
@Kharmin, @whitefoxkiller, @everydangedperson
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Not trying to pull the "I'm the GM, so I'm the boss" card, but I figured it's WAY too complicated having everyone vying for leadership, right now. At this point, it would make the most sense for your character to find something useful to do with themselves. I'd like to get us moving, so cooperation would be super awesome on the part of all the players
Cheesy as it may have been, Temp's comments were accurate... These people have known each other most of their lives -- they would be pretty used to working together - at least the vast majority of them, so I imagine that rather than infighting and arguing, they'd try their best to be helpful. Hope we're all okay with this?
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whitefoxkiller
Hail Hydrip
Grace was trying to help unite everyone in cause, but she could easily see that her approach wasn't working, and had the opposite of the desired effect. She sighed out of frustration and was about to reply to Hakeem who'd started to do something with a puddle of water and his watch, but Temperance spoke up and rallied everyone together. Sif especially, to Grace’s surprise, was extremely willing to help out. It dawned on Grace a little too late that he might have been joking about eating rations. Her face become hot at the prospect of how stupid and annoying she probably seemed to everyone else. She just wanted everything to go perfect.
Grace was surprised to hear her name, figuring that Temp would probably be angry with her, maybe she was, but just remembered the many hours the two of them had been studying earth science together for fun. Grace nodded her head humbly, wanting to make sure Temp understood that she could take a hint. Grace looked around and saw most people were already choosing an occupation, but found a guy who she knew well.
His name was Banks, and he was about 3 years her younger. He was a good kid, and great in a fight. She herself had actually taught him to fight, and had pretty much taken care of him when he first arrived. She asked if he wanted to come with them when they searched for water, he smiled wide and nodded. Banks was almost as obsessed with Earth as Grace would, so she figured he knew a good amount from Earth Studies.
She walked over to Hakeem. She saw what he was doing, now, with his watch. “Hey, that’s a water purifier!” She said, wondering where he’d gotten a watch like that, especially since they never needed anything like that on the station. “feel up to some exploring, Dream?” She asked, using his old nickname. She wanted him to know everything was cool between them. Grace had known him for a long time, ever since she arrived at lockdown, and had always looked up to him. They’d had their fights, but Grace respected him.
Grace was surprised to hear her name, figuring that Temp would probably be angry with her, maybe she was, but just remembered the many hours the two of them had been studying earth science together for fun. Grace nodded her head humbly, wanting to make sure Temp understood that she could take a hint. Grace looked around and saw most people were already choosing an occupation, but found a guy who she knew well.
His name was Banks, and he was about 3 years her younger. He was a good kid, and great in a fight. She herself had actually taught him to fight, and had pretty much taken care of him when he first arrived. She asked if he wanted to come with them when they searched for water, he smiled wide and nodded. Banks was almost as obsessed with Earth as Grace would, so she figured he knew a good amount from Earth Studies.
She walked over to Hakeem. She saw what he was doing, now, with his watch. “Hey, that’s a water purifier!” She said, wondering where he’d gotten a watch like that, especially since they never needed anything like that on the station. “feel up to some exploring, Dream?” She asked, using his old nickname. She wanted him to know everything was cool between them. Grace had known him for a long time, ever since she arrived at lockdown, and had always looked up to him. They’d had their fights, but Grace respected him.
AkuTheWolfOkami
The Shape-shifting Master of Goatees and Darkness
Temperance had spoken, which caused Hakeem to chuckle a bit, and mostly under his breath said,"No one trying to be top dog, just ain't trying to die." He could only let a slow sigh before he heard Grace approach him and managed to turn his attention to her,"Yeah, a water purifier. Was also a clock, but that's damaged, but still works as a power supply." He shrugged his shoulder at the small generator before giving her his full attention.
She was a bit smaller than her. Well, perhaps a bit was underplaying as he had probably around 100 pounds on her and more than a foot. She was a cool gal in lockdown, though admittedly with his attitude and her's, they tended to clash at odd points in time, leaving with them fuming and perhaps displeased with each other. It was never any love lost though, and he'd still protect her to the best he could.
"Yeah, doing some scouting of the area will help, and maybe we can even find a better place to set up camp. I'm down," he mentioned, letting the words flow out of his mouth without anymore hesitation before he stood straight and stretched his arms out, wondering what type of wildlife still existed on this planet.
She was a bit smaller than her. Well, perhaps a bit was underplaying as he had probably around 100 pounds on her and more than a foot. She was a cool gal in lockdown, though admittedly with his attitude and her's, they tended to clash at odd points in time, leaving with them fuming and perhaps displeased with each other. It was never any love lost though, and he'd still protect her to the best he could.
"Yeah, doing some scouting of the area will help, and maybe we can even find a better place to set up camp. I'm down," he mentioned, letting the words flow out of his mouth without anymore hesitation before he stood straight and stretched his arms out, wondering what type of wildlife still existed on this planet.
whitefoxkiller
Hail Hydrip
Grace gave Hakeem a small smile and put her hands in her pocket. "Cool, lets get going then." She said, turning in her heel. She walked back the Temp. After Temperance's speech, everyone was doing something productive. It was wonderful to see, and it gave Grace a healthy supply of hope. We can make it here, she thought. And perhaps Temp would be a better leader than she predicted.
As she approached Temperance she gave her a nod. "Ready to go? Should we bring anything? I've got a knife from lockdown," Grace offered, reaching into her left boot. She pulled out a practicaly ancient Kabar pocket knife, dulled from years of use. "It's a little small, but I'm sure I could make some good spears with it. Does anyone else have any weapons? We might need them. Lord knows what we'll find in this wilderness."
As she approached Temperance she gave her a nod. "Ready to go? Should we bring anything? I've got a knife from lockdown," Grace offered, reaching into her left boot. She pulled out a practicaly ancient Kabar pocket knife, dulled from years of use. "It's a little small, but I'm sure I could make some good spears with it. Does anyone else have any weapons? We might need them. Lord knows what we'll find in this wilderness."
sorry this post is a little short, there wasn't much to say
Kharmin
Moon Pie Maven
<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_09/57a8c4d255c7c_Alysson_60.jpg.086a2907d0604fa73e084347f1dece34.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="77502" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_09/57a8c4d255c7c_Alysson_60.jpg.086a2907d0604fa73e084347f1dece34.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Alysson snorted at Sif's comment. "Yeah, right," she said sarcastically even though she could feel her cheeks flush a bit redder beneath her blue eyes. Alysson took the proffered hand and extricated herself from the spill of wires that threatened to contain her. "Thanks."
Like anyone here would give her the time of day anyway? On the ship, she was an afterthought, an outcast and one that was hardly – if ever – included in anything. Now, being stranded on the earth was it possible that things could change?
Alysson doubted it as she looked over Sif's shoulder. The cliques were already re-forming and the typical arguments returned. She shook her head and turned back to the broken console. "We're done before we've even started," Alysson muttered as she buried herself in the console past her elbows. She bit her bottom lip as she twisted at some of the components and wormed her arms further in. "If I were leader, I'd split us up into groups of ... oh, I don't know, five or six, and start assigning tasks to each group: one group forages, another looks for firewood because ... well, we're going to need a fire at some point ... " she gritted her teeth and pulled. "Another ... group ... "she continued as she strained at the wires deep within the console, "to ... clear ... the area for camp, another to set ... up ... tents and so on."
Not like anyone would listen to her anyway. She was probably the least vested person in the entire company when it came to others feelings and opinions since no one really cared for hers. She had been caught countless times with possessions that didn't belong to her – so much so that everyone tended to keep their distance from her kleptomaniac fingers. Life probably wouldn't be any different on the ground.
A loud POP! like a champagne cork sounded in the bowels of the console and Alysson's face lit up with a victorious smile. "Yes!" she exclaimed as she extracted a transparent green colored cylinder roughly three inches in diameter and a hand-span in length. She examined it closely as she turned it in her fingers. "Yep, just as expected," she concluded and handed the object to Sif. "Overloaded power coupling, which really isn't a surprise considering how poorly someone assembled this thing." Alysson chuckled nervously as she waved her hand and alternated her glance between the man before her and the mass of wires that she had irreverently pulled from the communications station. "I'll bet I can find a good one somewhere down by the engines, since we won't be needing those anymore. I can have this thing fixed up in a day or so. Well, assuming I don't have to completely re-wire it. It's such a mess."
Alysson swept her blonde hair back as she raked her fingers through it and lightly scratched her scalp. "Well, anyway, that's what I would do if I were leader," she said as she flipped back to the previous topic. She casually set her hands on her hips and focused on the burned out coupling. "So, what do you think?"
@Elle Joyner
Like anyone here would give her the time of day anyway? On the ship, she was an afterthought, an outcast and one that was hardly – if ever – included in anything. Now, being stranded on the earth was it possible that things could change?
Alysson doubted it as she looked over Sif's shoulder. The cliques were already re-forming and the typical arguments returned. She shook her head and turned back to the broken console. "We're done before we've even started," Alysson muttered as she buried herself in the console past her elbows. She bit her bottom lip as she twisted at some of the components and wormed her arms further in. "If I were leader, I'd split us up into groups of ... oh, I don't know, five or six, and start assigning tasks to each group: one group forages, another looks for firewood because ... well, we're going to need a fire at some point ... " she gritted her teeth and pulled. "Another ... group ... "she continued as she strained at the wires deep within the console, "to ... clear ... the area for camp, another to set ... up ... tents and so on."
Not like anyone would listen to her anyway. She was probably the least vested person in the entire company when it came to others feelings and opinions since no one really cared for hers. She had been caught countless times with possessions that didn't belong to her – so much so that everyone tended to keep their distance from her kleptomaniac fingers. Life probably wouldn't be any different on the ground.
A loud POP! like a champagne cork sounded in the bowels of the console and Alysson's face lit up with a victorious smile. "Yes!" she exclaimed as she extracted a transparent green colored cylinder roughly three inches in diameter and a hand-span in length. She examined it closely as she turned it in her fingers. "Yep, just as expected," she concluded and handed the object to Sif. "Overloaded power coupling, which really isn't a surprise considering how poorly someone assembled this thing." Alysson chuckled nervously as she waved her hand and alternated her glance between the man before her and the mass of wires that she had irreverently pulled from the communications station. "I'll bet I can find a good one somewhere down by the engines, since we won't be needing those anymore. I can have this thing fixed up in a day or so. Well, assuming I don't have to completely re-wire it. It's such a mess."
Alysson swept her blonde hair back as she raked her fingers through it and lightly scratched her scalp. "Well, anyway, that's what I would do if I were leader," she said as she flipped back to the previous topic. She casually set her hands on her hips and focused on the burned out coupling. "So, what do you think?"
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It had worked. By some miracle, it had actually worked. Maybe it wasn't the most organized of motions, but at least people had stopped arguing. As the groups began to form, Temp rubbed her forehead, her eyes falling closed for a moment. It wasn't until Grace spoke that they opened, turning to the girl with a small, weary smile.
"I don't think we'll find much, but there's plenty of sticks and rocks around... Though the blindly optimistic part of me is really hoping we won't need them. Right now, though, I think we need to stick close. Map out the perimeter, find water, collect some wood for a fire. The further we spread out, the more chance we risk running into trouble. Who knows what kind of creatures are running around out there, if any... All we need is to come across a pack of ten eyed wolves, or ...a radioactive moose or something. We'll need something to collect the water in, though, and while we're on the subject, we should set up a tarp... in case it rains."
Chuckling, she ran a hand through her hair, "Sorry, getting ahead of myself. This is crazy, Grace. I never thought... Just being here, it's so..."
Shaking her head, she gestured to the tree line surrounding the small copse, "We should get going. Did you find anyone else to go with us?"
Luca Sif
Brushing off the gratitude, Luca stepped back, taking a lean on one of the more sturdy consoles, watching the blonde as she moved about. She was a funny one, managing to look both completely distracted and focus at the same time, and he couldn't help the small smile as he watched her triumph, even despite her unnecessary rant.
For all Temperance got on his nerves, and she was gloriously gifted at that, for certain, she'd managed something that no one else had. She'd gotten them to move, and whether it was in the right direction or not, it didn't matter. It was something - it was better than standing around in a never ending pissing contest. They'd organize, of course they would - because if they were good at anything, the lot of them, it was figuring out how to work together. Hell, they'd been discarded, thrown into a veritable prison, but they'd still managed to make a home of it, and they'd do the same her,e they'd find a way.
Alysson spoke and Sif snapped out of his thoughts with a sly grin, "Hell darlin'. First thing I'd do if I were leader is form a harem. That's the benefit, right? Of being in charge?" He winked, then turned, gesturing to the camp, "Somethings though, Sugar, things aren't always what they look like. This? This is folks working together, however that might look. Now... I've gotta get a group together, myself... set up some tents. You think you can manage to stay on your feet?"
@whitefoxkiller, @Kharmin
It had worked. By some miracle, it had actually worked. Maybe it wasn't the most organized of motions, but at least people had stopped arguing. As the groups began to form, Temp rubbed her forehead, her eyes falling closed for a moment. It wasn't until Grace spoke that they opened, turning to the girl with a small, weary smile.
"I don't think we'll find much, but there's plenty of sticks and rocks around... Though the blindly optimistic part of me is really hoping we won't need them. Right now, though, I think we need to stick close. Map out the perimeter, find water, collect some wood for a fire. The further we spread out, the more chance we risk running into trouble. Who knows what kind of creatures are running around out there, if any... All we need is to come across a pack of ten eyed wolves, or ...a radioactive moose or something. We'll need something to collect the water in, though, and while we're on the subject, we should set up a tarp... in case it rains."
Chuckling, she ran a hand through her hair, "Sorry, getting ahead of myself. This is crazy, Grace. I never thought... Just being here, it's so..."
Shaking her head, she gestured to the tree line surrounding the small copse, "We should get going. Did you find anyone else to go with us?"
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Luca Sif
Brushing off the gratitude, Luca stepped back, taking a lean on one of the more sturdy consoles, watching the blonde as she moved about. She was a funny one, managing to look both completely distracted and focus at the same time, and he couldn't help the small smile as he watched her triumph, even despite her unnecessary rant.
For all Temperance got on his nerves, and she was gloriously gifted at that, for certain, she'd managed something that no one else had. She'd gotten them to move, and whether it was in the right direction or not, it didn't matter. It was something - it was better than standing around in a never ending pissing contest. They'd organize, of course they would - because if they were good at anything, the lot of them, it was figuring out how to work together. Hell, they'd been discarded, thrown into a veritable prison, but they'd still managed to make a home of it, and they'd do the same her,e they'd find a way.
Alysson spoke and Sif snapped out of his thoughts with a sly grin, "Hell darlin'. First thing I'd do if I were leader is form a harem. That's the benefit, right? Of being in charge?" He winked, then turned, gesturing to the camp, "Somethings though, Sugar, things aren't always what they look like. This? This is folks working together, however that might look. Now... I've gotta get a group together, myself... set up some tents. You think you can manage to stay on your feet?"
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Kharmin
Moon Pie Maven
<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_09/57a8c4d4d4588_Alysson_60.jpg.014b9f34bf28f914041e47307d87a5c8.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="77605" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_09/57a8c4d4d4588_Alysson_60.jpg.014b9f34bf28f914041e47307d87a5c8.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Alysson blinked in confusion at Sif's jest. "Wait, what?" She said and then shook her head. "No, not that." She held up the power coupling. "I meant, what do you think about this? Do you think there are some in the engine compartment? Gah, nevermind." Alysson pocketed the defective component and turned to walk away from Sif. She tossed her hands up in exasperation. "A harem? Honestly." As she moved away, she tossed back over her shoulder, "Don't worry about me; I can manage well enough on my own." Yeah, she added silently, since I've been doing that pretty much forever anyway.
With no obvious frame of reference for the layout of the ship, Alysson simply relied on common sense which was a real stretch in light of the haphazard way in which the communications console had been wired. As she meandered through the ship -- in and around those who were still making their decision to exit or not – she absently withdrew the burned out coupling and manipulated it freely through her fingers. Most of the others stood well clear of her progress through the vessel as her reputation easily preceded her.
Alysson tried several different access ways and small doors before finally discovering the hatch and ladder that descended from the lowest deck into the bowels of the ship wherein the engines rested, exhausted and depleted of their fuel. The strong odor of the plasma gas that had been their main propellant lingered in the air in an invisible fog. Alysson gagged at it and used the neck of her sweatshirt to cover her nose and mouth against it.
The compartment was dark, the only light being the small ray that pierced down from the open hatch five feet above and now slightly behind her as she delved further into the recesses of the ship. Without warning, someone passed by the open hatch and dropped the door back into place which plunged the engine room into complete darkness.
"Hey!" Alysson shouted as she turned back to where she thought the ladder rested, but the seal on the hatch prevented her voice from carrying beyond. Dammit, she swore. So typical of them, never thinking about anyone other than themselves. She pocketed the coupling again and began blindly feeling around in the darkness but her efforts were in vain. If she had memorized the schematics for the ship, she might have had a chance to find her way in the darkness but she had not been afforded that luxury. With the ship crashed and completely shut down, not even the monitors and panels in the engine room offered any illumination.
After what seemed an eternity of bumping around and bruising chins, elbows, forehead and other extremities on the assorted pipes and control boxes that were arrayed in a pattern to purposefully inhibit her success, Alysson sat down with a huff. They would have to realize, at some point, that she was missing but would anyone think to check in the engine room? Hell, would anyone even know where to find the engine room?
Would anyone even want to find the blonde outcast?
With no obvious frame of reference for the layout of the ship, Alysson simply relied on common sense which was a real stretch in light of the haphazard way in which the communications console had been wired. As she meandered through the ship -- in and around those who were still making their decision to exit or not – she absently withdrew the burned out coupling and manipulated it freely through her fingers. Most of the others stood well clear of her progress through the vessel as her reputation easily preceded her.
Alysson tried several different access ways and small doors before finally discovering the hatch and ladder that descended from the lowest deck into the bowels of the ship wherein the engines rested, exhausted and depleted of their fuel. The strong odor of the plasma gas that had been their main propellant lingered in the air in an invisible fog. Alysson gagged at it and used the neck of her sweatshirt to cover her nose and mouth against it.
The compartment was dark, the only light being the small ray that pierced down from the open hatch five feet above and now slightly behind her as she delved further into the recesses of the ship. Without warning, someone passed by the open hatch and dropped the door back into place which plunged the engine room into complete darkness.
"Hey!" Alysson shouted as she turned back to where she thought the ladder rested, but the seal on the hatch prevented her voice from carrying beyond. Dammit, she swore. So typical of them, never thinking about anyone other than themselves. She pocketed the coupling again and began blindly feeling around in the darkness but her efforts were in vain. If she had memorized the schematics for the ship, she might have had a chance to find her way in the darkness but she had not been afforded that luxury. With the ship crashed and completely shut down, not even the monitors and panels in the engine room offered any illumination.
After what seemed an eternity of bumping around and bruising chins, elbows, forehead and other extremities on the assorted pipes and control boxes that were arrayed in a pattern to purposefully inhibit her success, Alysson sat down with a huff. They would have to realize, at some point, that she was missing but would anyone think to check in the engine room? Hell, would anyone even know where to find the engine room?
Would anyone even want to find the blonde outcast?
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