Interspective, Part 1
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Join Date: 2003-03-28 Member: 14979Members
Join Date: 2003-03-28 Member: 14979Members
<div class="IPBDescription">When nothing makes sense...</div> My first attempt at fan-fic, please bear with the suspension of disbelief and stereotypical start and I promise it will get good.
"We were called frontiersmen, those who venture bravely into the unknown. A fellowship of the brave and willing sent forth the bring light into the shadows, but in the shadows we found the horrorible end of hope, and the begining of our suffering" -Private Johnson's personal log, dated first cycle of week 2, Expedition Xeno1.
Private Johnson walked down a poorly lit corridor his footsteps echoed hollowly around him. He gripped the newly issued Versitile Tactics Rifle with his right hand, it was the top of the line in TSA standardized weaponry and was used by every marine in the field. Although in the field it was called the light machine gun, a sort of throw back to the relics of eons passed when all you would see on the other side of the barrel was another person. Maybe they liked to pretend they were still valiant soldiers on the battlefields of some ancient planet fighting in defense of their country, but the truth was they were all lost, and scared, and he had never even stepped foot onto the Terran home world. Johnson continued down the corridor towards a closed blast door in the distanced, he passed a broken circuit box that spewed sparks, the shadows around him dissipated somewhat and his body armor caught the light. The armor was worn and had some damage done to it, but most notable was the amount of blood, mostly human. Johnson was part of a recon team sent to investigate a distress call given by a TSA starship that was patrolling a newly discovered section of a mining quadrant, the call had been received three hours before they were supposed to go planet side for leave and RR. He was an engineer and was supposed to have been the one that put up easy access between the two ships, he built the portal in the first secure location after docking, he even put up a defense sentinal, which the guys called turrets, just out of superstition, Johnson never thought they'd need it. And now they were almost all dead, and he was headed towards the last communication he had gotten, it was from Lacey, he had gone back to send word for backup almost two hours ago. Johnson got to the end of the corridor and hopelessly turned the release and stared at the inactive door, every single blast door up till now had been defective in some way, and this one just hummed quietly without budging. He unhooked his flashlight and began shining it around the walls, there were holes in the grating in several places, and green liquid dripped from an exposed pipe, collecting into a small puddle on the floor, the light came to rest on an opening into a vent, he methodically reattached his lmg to its harness and climbed into it. He crawled upward the flashlight illuminating a small halo around him, making him a glowing ball of light with darkness in front and behind him, his breathing sounded heavy in the tight vent and every time his hand would touch a puddle he would slip a little, and grimace to himself. Johnson knew there was an air duct leading into the docking room somewhere along this vent, he just had to keep his sanity long enough to find it, and then there it was, a small hatch already open, he peeked through it but couldn't see much. He eased himself out of the vent and hung down from the edge then let go and dropped the rest of the way, he landed with a grunt and looked around. There was a switch to route power to the lights in this room so he shined the flashlight along the wall until he spotted it, he had to struggle to turn the switch but was surprised to hear a hum of power and to see half the lights in the room flicker on. He blinked to adjust to the new brightness and turned from the wall, Johnson's mouth opened halfway and the flashlight fell from his hand and rolled across the room, it kept rolling until it hit something making a slight ringing noise. The flashlight had come to rest next to an arm that was no longer attached to the corpse that lay a few feet away, a pool of blood had collected on the floor and had already begun to cake over, Johnson walked to the body leaving bloody footprints behind him. He kneeled down and turned the slightly disfigured face towards him, it was Lacey. He looked around the room, the portal he had set up upon arrival was scattered across the room in several hundred pieces, the communications hub was a mass of sparks and wires, and the lone turret was a twisted hunk of metal with two of its support beams missing. Johnson sat down next to the corpse, his former friend and last friend in this place, and closed his eyes. He was alone, completely alone with no way out and nothing to communicate with.
"We were called frontiersmen, those who venture bravely into the unknown. A fellowship of the brave and willing sent forth the bring light into the shadows, but in the shadows we found the horrorible end of hope, and the begining of our suffering" -Private Johnson's personal log, dated first cycle of week 2, Expedition Xeno1.
Private Johnson walked down a poorly lit corridor his footsteps echoed hollowly around him. He gripped the newly issued Versitile Tactics Rifle with his right hand, it was the top of the line in TSA standardized weaponry and was used by every marine in the field. Although in the field it was called the light machine gun, a sort of throw back to the relics of eons passed when all you would see on the other side of the barrel was another person. Maybe they liked to pretend they were still valiant soldiers on the battlefields of some ancient planet fighting in defense of their country, but the truth was they were all lost, and scared, and he had never even stepped foot onto the Terran home world. Johnson continued down the corridor towards a closed blast door in the distanced, he passed a broken circuit box that spewed sparks, the shadows around him dissipated somewhat and his body armor caught the light. The armor was worn and had some damage done to it, but most notable was the amount of blood, mostly human. Johnson was part of a recon team sent to investigate a distress call given by a TSA starship that was patrolling a newly discovered section of a mining quadrant, the call had been received three hours before they were supposed to go planet side for leave and RR. He was an engineer and was supposed to have been the one that put up easy access between the two ships, he built the portal in the first secure location after docking, he even put up a defense sentinal, which the guys called turrets, just out of superstition, Johnson never thought they'd need it. And now they were almost all dead, and he was headed towards the last communication he had gotten, it was from Lacey, he had gone back to send word for backup almost two hours ago. Johnson got to the end of the corridor and hopelessly turned the release and stared at the inactive door, every single blast door up till now had been defective in some way, and this one just hummed quietly without budging. He unhooked his flashlight and began shining it around the walls, there were holes in the grating in several places, and green liquid dripped from an exposed pipe, collecting into a small puddle on the floor, the light came to rest on an opening into a vent, he methodically reattached his lmg to its harness and climbed into it. He crawled upward the flashlight illuminating a small halo around him, making him a glowing ball of light with darkness in front and behind him, his breathing sounded heavy in the tight vent and every time his hand would touch a puddle he would slip a little, and grimace to himself. Johnson knew there was an air duct leading into the docking room somewhere along this vent, he just had to keep his sanity long enough to find it, and then there it was, a small hatch already open, he peeked through it but couldn't see much. He eased himself out of the vent and hung down from the edge then let go and dropped the rest of the way, he landed with a grunt and looked around. There was a switch to route power to the lights in this room so he shined the flashlight along the wall until he spotted it, he had to struggle to turn the switch but was surprised to hear a hum of power and to see half the lights in the room flicker on. He blinked to adjust to the new brightness and turned from the wall, Johnson's mouth opened halfway and the flashlight fell from his hand and rolled across the room, it kept rolling until it hit something making a slight ringing noise. The flashlight had come to rest next to an arm that was no longer attached to the corpse that lay a few feet away, a pool of blood had collected on the floor and had already begun to cake over, Johnson walked to the body leaving bloody footprints behind him. He kneeled down and turned the slightly disfigured face towards him, it was Lacey. He looked around the room, the portal he had set up upon arrival was scattered across the room in several hundred pieces, the communications hub was a mass of sparks and wires, and the lone turret was a twisted hunk of metal with two of its support beams missing. Johnson sat down next to the corpse, his former friend and last friend in this place, and closed his eyes. He was alone, completely alone with no way out and nothing to communicate with.
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