The Tsa Blunder.
AUScorpion
Join Date: 2003-01-05 Member: 11842Members
Join Date: 2003-01-05 Member: 11842Members
<div class="IPBDescription">A story for the sake of it.</div> Seven marines make their way through an airlock onto a starship. The name is not important anymore, as so many have been lost to the unknown. This was one of the first, the alien bacterium was just being discovered, and infomation takes time to reach from frontier to frontier.
"It's kinda dark." Says one lanky marine as he walks through the airlock door. A shorter, stouter marine quickly chips in,
"Of course it's dark, Gary, the stinkin' lights aren't up yet. Whole place just died for no apparent reason, we're here to find out why." "I know why we are here Dan, it's just...something doesn't feel right." Immediately a third voice booms in, "Shut up you two. Let's get this Com chair to the bridge, we'll base there. Keep your eyes open men, we haven't recieved word from the crew for several weeks. We are in a dead zone in space due to the radioactive cloud, so no communications can be transmitted out of this ship. Could be pirates, could be otherwise ...all we know is something happened. "The trip to the bridge was short and uneventful. The com chair was set up and infantry portals powered on, delivering four more
marines.
"Nolan! Robert! so you two crazy son of a *****es were picked? Sweet." said Dan as they readied their gear. "Yeah, Matt wasn't though...too bad. He'll miss the action, if there is any." said Robert in reply. Yet again the booming voice kicked in, "Okay. Reunion's over, we need to stay on top of schedule. Dan. Nolan. Greg. You three head to the main engine room. Stop at each resource supply junction on the way. Gary. Renaldo. Terin. You are to head to the communications room and oxygen supply inferface, gonna do a little investigating when you get there. Stay on your toes, lets move!" Six marines began moving on cue, all holding powerful light machine guns and wearing light, but effective, body armor. Their flashlight batteries straining to light up the absolute darkness as they passed through several rooms together and finally had to split party and head to their objectives.
A crackling could be heard over the earpiece as the signal competed with some unseen interference, "Gary, the air is pretty stale in here, pass on by any resource junctions you find and get some fresh oxygen mixing. We'll be in deep **** in thirty minutes and counting." "Roger that command. Let's book it team!" The three increased pace, speed walking up to the first elevator needed to get to the Oxygen supply station. The call elevator button was pressed...and immediately curses erupted. "Oh yeah, the power is out. Well looks like we are in for a climb." Using their standard issue knives as crowbars the marines opened the elevator doors to see darkness above and below. The ladder-like structure mounted to the wall opposite the doors was neccesary to their mission, and as well trained TSA Frontiersmen they decided to jump the gap. Gary and Terin easily made it to the ladder, both latching on for dear life and slowly climbing upwards, and it was Ronaldo's turn to jump. Ronaldo leaped with all his might grabbing hold with one hand, but his feet slipped and the extra weight was not accounted for. Ronaldo screamed piteously as he fell five feet onto the elevator below him and twisted an ankle. "Commander, Ronaldo has had a little accident. He might need a medpack." Gary voices to the commander, laughing the entire time. The commander, sensing the moment, switches his feed to Ronaldo. "Yes, I'm looking at his vital signs now, if he's incapacitated it would be cheaper to kill him at this point. You have my authoriza..." Ronaldo quickly pipes in,
"No, no, no! I'm fine, I'm fine."
"Command we are nearing the auxillary power generator, should we start 'er up?" says Dan after twenty minutes and two resource nodes had passed. "Abso-****ing-lutely, do you really have to ask that?" booms the commander. Immediately the lights all over the ship sprung to life, the air was still getting worse though. Nolan takes this time to look the room over a bit more, "Have a look at this... Commander, you seeing what I am?" "Yes, visual feed is nominal, little static but nothing major....what the hell?!!" A very thin, semi-transparent layer of gelatinous goo covered half of the room. "I knew it smelled funny in here... I'm getting a sample of it now," voiced Dan as he boldly scaped a bit into a plastic container and sealed it. Suddenly, the sound of a blowgun was heard and Greg jumped, "**** what the hell? That hurt. Dan watch where you're pointing that crap covered knife of yours!" Dan instinctively swung around and caught a glimpse of a shadow skittering off, a low chuckle echoing in the hallway. "Commander...we aren't alone in here."
"It's kinda dark." Says one lanky marine as he walks through the airlock door. A shorter, stouter marine quickly chips in,
"Of course it's dark, Gary, the stinkin' lights aren't up yet. Whole place just died for no apparent reason, we're here to find out why." "I know why we are here Dan, it's just...something doesn't feel right." Immediately a third voice booms in, "Shut up you two. Let's get this Com chair to the bridge, we'll base there. Keep your eyes open men, we haven't recieved word from the crew for several weeks. We are in a dead zone in space due to the radioactive cloud, so no communications can be transmitted out of this ship. Could be pirates, could be otherwise ...all we know is something happened. "The trip to the bridge was short and uneventful. The com chair was set up and infantry portals powered on, delivering four more
marines.
"Nolan! Robert! so you two crazy son of a *****es were picked? Sweet." said Dan as they readied their gear. "Yeah, Matt wasn't though...too bad. He'll miss the action, if there is any." said Robert in reply. Yet again the booming voice kicked in, "Okay. Reunion's over, we need to stay on top of schedule. Dan. Nolan. Greg. You three head to the main engine room. Stop at each resource supply junction on the way. Gary. Renaldo. Terin. You are to head to the communications room and oxygen supply inferface, gonna do a little investigating when you get there. Stay on your toes, lets move!" Six marines began moving on cue, all holding powerful light machine guns and wearing light, but effective, body armor. Their flashlight batteries straining to light up the absolute darkness as they passed through several rooms together and finally had to split party and head to their objectives.
A crackling could be heard over the earpiece as the signal competed with some unseen interference, "Gary, the air is pretty stale in here, pass on by any resource junctions you find and get some fresh oxygen mixing. We'll be in deep **** in thirty minutes and counting." "Roger that command. Let's book it team!" The three increased pace, speed walking up to the first elevator needed to get to the Oxygen supply station. The call elevator button was pressed...and immediately curses erupted. "Oh yeah, the power is out. Well looks like we are in for a climb." Using their standard issue knives as crowbars the marines opened the elevator doors to see darkness above and below. The ladder-like structure mounted to the wall opposite the doors was neccesary to their mission, and as well trained TSA Frontiersmen they decided to jump the gap. Gary and Terin easily made it to the ladder, both latching on for dear life and slowly climbing upwards, and it was Ronaldo's turn to jump. Ronaldo leaped with all his might grabbing hold with one hand, but his feet slipped and the extra weight was not accounted for. Ronaldo screamed piteously as he fell five feet onto the elevator below him and twisted an ankle. "Commander, Ronaldo has had a little accident. He might need a medpack." Gary voices to the commander, laughing the entire time. The commander, sensing the moment, switches his feed to Ronaldo. "Yes, I'm looking at his vital signs now, if he's incapacitated it would be cheaper to kill him at this point. You have my authoriza..." Ronaldo quickly pipes in,
"No, no, no! I'm fine, I'm fine."
"Command we are nearing the auxillary power generator, should we start 'er up?" says Dan after twenty minutes and two resource nodes had passed. "Abso-****ing-lutely, do you really have to ask that?" booms the commander. Immediately the lights all over the ship sprung to life, the air was still getting worse though. Nolan takes this time to look the room over a bit more, "Have a look at this... Commander, you seeing what I am?" "Yes, visual feed is nominal, little static but nothing major....what the hell?!!" A very thin, semi-transparent layer of gelatinous goo covered half of the room. "I knew it smelled funny in here... I'm getting a sample of it now," voiced Dan as he boldly scaped a bit into a plastic container and sealed it. Suddenly, the sound of a blowgun was heard and Greg jumped, "**** what the hell? That hurt. Dan watch where you're pointing that crap covered knife of yours!" Dan instinctively swung around and caught a glimpse of a shadow skittering off, a low chuckle echoing in the hallway. "Commander...we aren't alone in here."
Comments
Was the commander serious when he said it would be cheaper to kill the marine, though?? <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='wow.gif'><!--endemo-->
Is the commander in-game serious when he says at the beginning of a mission, "Medpacks cost resources, if you are hurt and can't stand the fact that your health is less than 100, just type kill?"