Ngc 1569
TheGunSlingerOmega
Join Date: 2002-07-24 Member: 990Members
Join Date: 2002-07-24 Member: 990Members
<div class="IPBDescription">A work in the making.</div>Somewhere, among the dark pool of space was home. Looking back now over the past few months I remember sitting in the café with my cappuchino and laptop reading the papers that would begin my journey to hell. As a studious student of modern Exobiolagy I was thrilled with the news that a alien species had been contacted, sure the stories that streamed back from the media where terrifying and made me feel wary about my plan to see these things alive and in there hive.
I studied for years as the grunts fought a endless war eventually graduating as one of the leading figures in exobiolagy, sure I had participated and even carried out my own study of dead aliens carefully digging among remains for even a hint to the secret of there perfection. You might have said I was a zealot when it came to this. Peers called me unnaturally obsessed, family ceased there contact with me and society named me a crackpot. The only people who seemed to encourage my interest were TSA, oh of course they would be they took up all the leading scientist in the world and packed them into a single high security building and watched them like hawks. I was in heaven, I had access to thousands of documents, theories, films, photographs and biological artifacts.
But when I recieved the letter stating I was to be leaving with a squad of jar-heads I was estatic, I even got permission to go on leave for three weeks pre-luanch. I was all over the place writting family telling them I was to be off on a military operation to a alien infested planet and when I returned I would be filthy rich. I bragged as much as I could with out betraying my Confidentiality Agreement.
The day of the luanch I was ringing from the buzz of the grunts sitting around me, all a little older than me but we were all barely into our thirties. Rumors passed from one to another, some as rediculous as the scientist had created a virus we would be dropping off that would end the conflict and others a little more believable but all where outta the ballpark.
The solem look on the Sarge's face told me this was to be a difficult mission even for this elite force. His deep voice sounded out the order to have silence as he leaned wearily on the podium.
"As of a month ago we lost contact with a scientific colony on the edge of the NGC 1569 system. Our last message recieved from them is as follows."
The sargeant turned and nodded to a assistant sitting at a desk, after typing a few words into the computer infront of him a garbled man came on the loud speakers.
" After sending the engineers through the ducts, the source of heating within the station has yet to be determined. We still have missing people although the search team has covered seventy eight percent of the colony. outpost from the east of the planet stationed in the olympia valley have yet to report in. People are becoming restless, we are requesting immediate help in getting to the bottom of this probl..."
The sarge nodded and turned back to the podium chewing on a toothpick he had produced from thin air.
"The message had been damaged, our tech team says most likely from a solar flair interfering with the data or some tech #### like that. Your task is to land upon the fifth planet of NGC 1569 set up fort erradicate any resistance and assist any survivors. Alien infestation is assumed to be high."
Then to my embarrasment the sarge looked at me and scowled speaking into the mic.
"And from the bigwigs high up a exobiolagist is to accompany you and assist you in bringing back a large selection of these creatures alive, by large selection we mean none of the same type of creature. According to the report your all expendable except for this guy, however do not go out of your way to get killed for the jerk."
There was snickering and jeers and insults sent my way, but I didn't noticed, this was beyond my wildest dreams. To actually collect more than one sample in one trip..Unheard of! And for me to be the one to choose which ones come back, this could acredit me as a pioneer of modern exobiolagist. I would be in text books, my peers would read my theasis reports and actually listen for once.
Had I known what was actually going to happen, I would have avoided NGC 1569 like the plague.
I studied for years as the grunts fought a endless war eventually graduating as one of the leading figures in exobiolagy, sure I had participated and even carried out my own study of dead aliens carefully digging among remains for even a hint to the secret of there perfection. You might have said I was a zealot when it came to this. Peers called me unnaturally obsessed, family ceased there contact with me and society named me a crackpot. The only people who seemed to encourage my interest were TSA, oh of course they would be they took up all the leading scientist in the world and packed them into a single high security building and watched them like hawks. I was in heaven, I had access to thousands of documents, theories, films, photographs and biological artifacts.
But when I recieved the letter stating I was to be leaving with a squad of jar-heads I was estatic, I even got permission to go on leave for three weeks pre-luanch. I was all over the place writting family telling them I was to be off on a military operation to a alien infested planet and when I returned I would be filthy rich. I bragged as much as I could with out betraying my Confidentiality Agreement.
The day of the luanch I was ringing from the buzz of the grunts sitting around me, all a little older than me but we were all barely into our thirties. Rumors passed from one to another, some as rediculous as the scientist had created a virus we would be dropping off that would end the conflict and others a little more believable but all where outta the ballpark.
The solem look on the Sarge's face told me this was to be a difficult mission even for this elite force. His deep voice sounded out the order to have silence as he leaned wearily on the podium.
"As of a month ago we lost contact with a scientific colony on the edge of the NGC 1569 system. Our last message recieved from them is as follows."
The sargeant turned and nodded to a assistant sitting at a desk, after typing a few words into the computer infront of him a garbled man came on the loud speakers.
" After sending the engineers through the ducts, the source of heating within the station has yet to be determined. We still have missing people although the search team has covered seventy eight percent of the colony. outpost from the east of the planet stationed in the olympia valley have yet to report in. People are becoming restless, we are requesting immediate help in getting to the bottom of this probl..."
The sarge nodded and turned back to the podium chewing on a toothpick he had produced from thin air.
"The message had been damaged, our tech team says most likely from a solar flair interfering with the data or some tech #### like that. Your task is to land upon the fifth planet of NGC 1569 set up fort erradicate any resistance and assist any survivors. Alien infestation is assumed to be high."
Then to my embarrasment the sarge looked at me and scowled speaking into the mic.
"And from the bigwigs high up a exobiolagist is to accompany you and assist you in bringing back a large selection of these creatures alive, by large selection we mean none of the same type of creature. According to the report your all expendable except for this guy, however do not go out of your way to get killed for the jerk."
There was snickering and jeers and insults sent my way, but I didn't noticed, this was beyond my wildest dreams. To actually collect more than one sample in one trip..Unheard of! And for me to be the one to choose which ones come back, this could acredit me as a pioneer of modern exobiolagist. I would be in text books, my peers would read my theasis reports and actually listen for once.
Had I known what was actually going to happen, I would have avoided NGC 1569 like the plague.
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Somewhere, among the dark pool of space was home. Looking back now over the past few months I remember sitting in the café with my cappuccino and laptop reading the papers that would begin my journey to hell. As a studious student of modern Exobiology I was thrilled with the news that a alien species had been contacted, sure the stories that streamed back from the media where terrifying and made me feel wary about my plan to see these things alive and in there hive.
I studied for years as the grunts fought a endless war eventually graduating as one of the leading figures in exobiology, sure I had participated and even carried out my own study of dead aliens carefully digging among remains for even a hint to the secret of there perfection. You might have said I was a zealot when it came to this. Peers called me unnaturally obsessed, family ceased there contact with me and society named me a crackpot. The only people who seemed to encourage my interest were TSA, oh of course they would be they took up all the leading scientist in the world and packed them into a single high security building and watched them like hawks. I was in heaven, I had access to thousands of documents, theories, films, photographs and biological artefacts.
But when I received the letter stating I was to be leaving with a squad of jar-heads I was ecstatic, I even got permission to go on leave for three weeks pre-launch. I was all over the place writing [to?] family telling them I was to be off on a military operation to a alien infested planet and when I returned I would be filthy rich. I bragged as much as I could with out betraying my Confidentiality Agreement.
The day of the launch I was ringing from the buzz of the grunts sitting around me, all a little older than me but we were all barely into our thirties. Rumours passed from one to another, some as ridiculous as the scientist had created a virus we would be dropping off that would end the conflict and others a little more believable but all where outta the ballpark.
The solemn look on the Sarge's face told me this was to be a difficult mission even for this elite force. His deep voice sounded out the order to have silence as he leaned wearily on the podium.
"As of a month ago we lost contact with a scientific colony on the edge of the NGC 1569 system. Our last message received from them is as follows."
The sergeant turned and nodded to a assistant sitting at a desk, after typing a few words into the computer in front of him a garbled man came on the loud speakers.
" After sending the engineers through the ducts, the source of heating within the station has yet to be determined. We still have missing people although the search team has covered seventy eight percent of the colony. outpost from the east of the planet stationed in the Olympia valley have yet to report in. People are becoming restless, we are requesting immediate help in getting to the bottom of this probl..."
The sarge nodded and turned back to the podium chewing on a toothpick he had produced from thin air.
"The message had been damaged, our tech team says most likely from a solar flair interfering with the data or some tech #### like that. Your task is to land upon the fifth planet of NGC 1569 set up fort eradicate any resistance and assist any survivors. Alien infestation is assumed to be high."
Then to my embarrassment the sarge looked at me and scowled speaking into the mic.
"And from the bigwigs high up an exobiologist is to accompany you and assist you in bringing back a large selection of these creatures alive, by large selection we mean none of the same type of creature. According to the report your all expendable except for this guy, however do not go out of your way to get killed for the jerk."
There was snickering and jeers and insults sent my way, but I didn't noticed, this was beyond my wildest dreams. To actually collect more than one sample in one trip. Unheard of! And for me to be the one to choose which ones come back, this could accredit me as a pioneer of modern exobiology. I would be in text books, my peers would read my thesis reports and actually listen for once.
Had I known what was actually going to happen, I would have avoided NGC 1569 like the plague.