Lost
BadKarma
The Advanced Literature monsters burned my house and gave me a 7 Join Date: 2002-11-12 Member: 8260Members
The Advanced Literature monsters burned my house and gave me a 7 Join Date: 2002-11-12 Member: 8260Members
The crew had gotten to the site around 7:30 AM. There were twelve of them, three of them archaeologists, four computer and equipment techs and five workers, handling the equipment and driving the various vehicles.
The planet was hot and arid, but not without beauty or life. It reminded Dr. Grant of his home in Nevada, dry and lonely.
The crew was on the payroll of the Quohasset Mining corporation. The Quohasset heads had deemed it wise to send a crew to do seismological tests on the surface, to see if the planet was viable for the strip mining that Quohasset was known for.
The only reason Grant and his people had agreed was because they would be paid generously and the fact that any archaeogical finds would be handed over to him. Grant had made sure the planet was barren except for the usual desert flora and fauna, such as it is, and that it would supply them with the needed water. It was apparantly, the atmosphere was good (little more nitrogen than Earth, but hell, it's good money) and underground wells of water were fairly abundant. It would rain occasionally too.
Grant and Cary Ripton, one of the equipment techs, were having a conversation about the organisms in the vast desert (they were surprisingly similar to desert animals on earth, minus the mammals), when Mikhail, the foreman for the workers, screamed.
I meant to name it "The Dig", but the little bastid in my brain made me put Lost, just to make me look like a putz.
The planet was hot and arid, but not without beauty or life. It reminded Dr. Grant of his home in Nevada, dry and lonely.
The crew was on the payroll of the Quohasset Mining corporation. The Quohasset heads had deemed it wise to send a crew to do seismological tests on the surface, to see if the planet was viable for the strip mining that Quohasset was known for.
The only reason Grant and his people had agreed was because they would be paid generously and the fact that any archaeogical finds would be handed over to him. Grant had made sure the planet was barren except for the usual desert flora and fauna, such as it is, and that it would supply them with the needed water. It was apparantly, the atmosphere was good (little more nitrogen than Earth, but hell, it's good money) and underground wells of water were fairly abundant. It would rain occasionally too.
Grant and Cary Ripton, one of the equipment techs, were having a conversation about the organisms in the vast desert (they were surprisingly similar to desert animals on earth, minus the mammals), when Mikhail, the foreman for the workers, screamed.
I meant to name it "The Dig", but the little bastid in my brain made me put Lost, just to make me look like a putz.
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*imma hive queen now! wheee
The animal was reptillian, long and lean, it looked like a very large gecko. It was probably no more than 30 pounds, but it was chewing and tearing vigourously at Mikhails' workboot. By the time everyone had arrived to see what the matter was, Mikhail had shook it off and was in the process of stomping it's guts out. Mikhail wasnt a big man, but the gecko thing wasnt very big either and Mikhail made a mess of it.
"I think it's dead" said Grant.
"Yea man you kicked it's ****!" said Jonesy, one of Mikhail's workers.
Mikhail was still making noises in his native language (some Mongolian-Mandarin-Russian mongrel mix), but he wasnt hurt badly from the attack. Ripton, who had some first-aid training, ran over to him to see if he needed treatment. Grant and the two other archaeologists, Brad Josephon and Carl Entragian, walked over to the dead gecko thing. A couple of the equipment techs and workers went over to Mikhail, the others shrugged and went back to whatever they were doing (generally not much).
The gecko was in bad shape. The vigorous stomping Mikhail had given it made the things guts come out of its mouth. Its skin was starting to fade from the camoflauged desert-brown, to a pale grey. Whatever threat it had posed was obviously gone.
Yea just so your not confused, the gecko wasnt a skulk or anything.
bad karma is at it again
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"stomping the righteous **** out of it": this seems like WWF english, and does not show the narration as being sosphisticated.
also:
"three of them actual archaeologists": I dont think you need to put 'actual'. Its purpose seems unfitting to this sentence.
apart from that, it was a good read.