The start

Published by Medeve May 7th, 2008 in Misc. 0 Comments

The start is always the worst.

Most people don’t think about the start. It’s just something thats there, that they have to go through to get to good part. But the start is the foundation of everything else and without a good foundation everything else will fall down and crumble.

The start is tricky for a few reasons. You have so many things to balance. Where does the story actually start? If you go too early, you have a dull and pointless start. To late and its confusing and throws off the balance of the rest of the story. How exactly do we meet the characters? Does it feel seamless and natural; like we just started watching people in the middle of their day to day lives? Or is it jarring and uncomfortable, like a badly put together lie?

The start is where you gain readers. You may loose them down the road, but you don’t get readers with an amazing middle. You may stumble through your opening like a drunk idiot only to sober up and craft an amazing tale further down the road, but only the most dedicated fans will put up with your drunken nonsense at the start.

And so you sit there, looking at the empty page. You know where the story goes. You know where it ends. But the start; the start is hard to pin down? How do you decide exactly where one story ends and where another begins? And once you do decide, you have to make it interesting. Believable. Natural. All of which, on their own is a monstrous task.

A good middle will keep them going, a good ending will bring them back, but the start, the start is how you hook them in the first place. And without everything working in perfect harmony with everything else, it won’t work. They’ll put down the book before getting to the second page, stop the movie before they get past the first five minutes.

And so you go through the trouble of crafting a wonderful start, something that will catch them, hook them, keep them. And chances are they won’t even think twice about the trouble you went through finding that perfect start.

The start is always the worst.

Rescue

Published by Medeve February 19th, 2008 in Scarab. 0 Comments

I take six men with me. My gut is telling me why Walters hasn’t reported back, but I don’t listen to it. I don’t want to think of that possibility.

Yet it seemed like the only one. The gray ooze from the nest egg dissolves a ship’s hull directly under it, give them access to the inside. And along the edges of this new hole it fuses the hull with the nest egg, keeping the vacuum of space away from the ship’s interior. They then slip inside without the sensors detecting them. Once a nest egg hits your ship, your only chance is to get off before they get aboard.

And my gut is saying we’ve missed that chance.

We slowly make our way down the corridor towards Bay 3. Our flamers are out, ready to unleash a fiery death on anything in our path. There’s a noise. We all stop, listen closely. It sounds like a human in pain. We round the corner and we see Walters on the ground. He’s missing one of his legs. The trail of blood coming from the door tells us he dragged himself from the cargo bay. He looks up at us, his eyes full of pain.

He starts to talk, his voice cracking in pain. “In the bay…hundreds of them…We have to leave… Leave now…”

I motion for three of the men to come up. “Take him to the Medical bay. Check back every five minutes. Understand?” They nod their heads. “Good. Now go.”

They go over and carefully lift and carry Walters away. He’s mumbling incoherently now. There’s enough in the med bay to make sure he makes it until we get to a real doctor. I look at the three men I have left with me. A look of unease is on their face.

I flick my wrist and the com channel opens up.

“Command, do you read?”

Sasha responds. “This is Command. We read you.”

“The Scarabs have broken through the hull. Walters in the med bay. We need to pull everyone out right away.”

“Copy that. Where have they broken through at?”

“Cargo bay 3.” There is no response from Sasha. “Is everything O.K.?”

“That’s the shortest path to the remaining escape pods.”

“I know. Have everyone head to the Command Deck of the Med Bay. I’ll head to the Command Deck and we’ll go as a group to get the rest at the Med Bay. Peters out.”

I flick my wrist and the com channel closes. I motion for my remaining men to follow as we make our way around the cargo bay.

Exposure, Part 2

Published by Medeve November 29th, 2007 in Things in the Dark. 0 Comments

I stayed at home for the next few days. I was completely freaked out. I kept telling myself that I imagined the entire thing. That my mind had finally snapped and imagined Edward doing that to justify my irrational hate towards him.

I wasn’t comforted by the fact that two days later I heard over the news that a girl from the local school had been reported missing. When the news showed a picture of her later that afternoon I ran to the bathroom and started to throw up.

I considered calling the police. I didn’t know what to tell them though. That my friend’s boyfriend ate the girl in the alleyway behind the local bar? I went back there after I saw the news report. I couldn’t find a trace of what I saw that night there. I decided against telling the cops. I didn’t want to become known as the local nut case. And if I already was, I didn’t want know it.

So I stayed in my house, ignored anyone calling or knocking at the door. They all tried to check up at me, but I continued to ignore them. They would leave notes and I would take them and read them, so they knew I was there. But I never responded.

And then Megan came on the 4th day. She knocked on the door for about ten minutes, begging me to open up. I fought with all the strength I could muster not to answer the door. I failed.

“Oh thank god, your fine.” she told me. “We’ve been worried sick.”

“I’m fine,” I lied. “I just need some alone time.”

“Is everything O.K.? Can I come in?”

I wanted to tell her I was fine, not to come in. At the same time I more then ever wanted her to come in so I can tell her what I saw.

And then she thinks that your crazy.

Her eyes were pleading with me. I opened up the door the rest of the way.

“Yeah, come on in.”

I stepped out her way and she walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch. I closed the door and sat down on a chair. There was a few minutes of awkward silence.

She broke the quite first. “So what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing. I told you I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine. And it’s not like you to blow us off like you have been.” She hesitates a bit. “What’s going on with you?”

I saw your boyfriend eat a complete stranger.

“Its nothing. There’s been a death in the family. I just need some time alone.”

“I’m so sorry. Who was it?”

This was a bad idea.

“My grandfather.”

“Were the two of you close?”

“We were. I hadn’t seen him in a few years.”

“I’m sorry.” We were both quite for a minute. “Look, I know this is a hard time for you, but just sitting here all by yourself can’t be good for you. You need to talk to us. We’re your friends. Its what we’re here for.”

“Thanks, but I think I just need to be alone for a few days.”

Megan sighed. She sounded really concerned for me.

“Look, the rest of us are going to Tamera’s house to go watch a movie tonight. You really should come out and just spend sometime with us. It will do you some good. And besides, we miss having you around.”

“Megan…”

“Will you at least think about it?”

“I’ll think about it.”

And then she left. She said goodbye, made me promise to think about it again, told me everything would be fine, and then left.

So I thought about it; thought about how happy Megan looked when I answered the door and how worried she looked while she was talking to me. I didn’t want her worry too much about me. I decided to go. Besides, I was starting to think that I made the entire thing up. Too much to drink or something. I never found anything in the ally.
So I went to Tamera’s house. Everyone else was happy to see me, telling me how sorry they were about my grandfather. Even Edward. Things seemed normal. Half way through the movie I got up and went to go grab a drink from Tamera’s fridge. When I turned around to go back to the movie, there was Edward, just standing there.

“Jesus Ed. You scared the hell out of me.”

“I suppose that would make twice this week, wouldn’t it?”

I paused for a second. He couldn’t have possibly made me out in the dark light of the ally.

“What are you talking about Ed?”

“You know what. You haven’t told anyone, have you?” I nervously shake my head. “Good boy. And if you know what’s good for you, you won’t tell anyone.”

Ed started to walk away. I called out to him.

“What about Megan? You’re not going to hurt her, are you?”

He stopped and looked over the shoulder at me.

“Megan? You have me all wrong. I wouldn’t dream of hurting her. She’s going to be my queen; the leader of my pack. You don’t have to worry. She’ll be fine.” And with that he walked away, leaving me shaking where I stood.

Exposure

Published by Medeve November 29th, 2007 in Things in the Dark. 0 Comments

They tell you not to be afraid of the dark. That there’s nothing to be afraid of.

How I wish they right.

It started about six months ago.

I had been living a normal life up until then. I was going to school, studying programing. I had an internship lined up at Microsoft for the summer. Things were pretty good, at least I thought they were. I didn’t have much of a social life. I had a few friends I’d go and drink with, but not often. Actually in a way this can be blamed all on them.

Let me take a few steps back though. I’m jumping ahead of myself. It started right at the end of school. We had all just finished finals, and although we didn’t have the results yet we all felt good about what they were going to be. So we decided to all go out and have a celebratory drink and enjoy ourselves.

See, there were six of us. Thomas, Richard, Megan, Tamera, Robert, and myself. We had all met in our Freshman year on campus. We all had similar classes and decided to form a study group. Or they decided rather. I was never really asked, just told to show up. I had considered not going to that first one and just blowing them off, but I ended up going. Over the next two years we started hanging out instead of just meeting to study. They all had other friends, but not me. They were the closest thing I had to friends.

And to be completely honest I didn’t like most of them. They were all nice enough and all brilliantly smart, but they each found small things to annoy me with. Tamera never seemed to close her mouth, Robert always choose the worst time to make the most immature jokes, Thomas would never stop bragging about his latest “conquest”, and Richard was always trying to convince us of the truth behind the latest conspiracy theory or ghost haunting.

Megan though, she never annoyed me, even when the others were annoyed with her. The truth is I had a thing for her before we even meet properly. When our group had come together she was dating some jerk she found out later was cheating on her the entire time. And before I could muster up the courage to ask her out she was already telling us about her new wonderful boyfriend. Within a few months that relationship also went south. Rinse, wash, and repeat for the next two years and she still had no idea how I felt.

So when she broke up again two weeks before finals, I decided it was now or never. At least relatively now. I approached her a few days after it happened and let it all out and got turned down. I was too late again.

Things were a bit awkward for a few days, but I got over it and we were back to being like it was before, only now I had to deal with the pain of rejection. It didn’t help that when ever we went anywhere she would bring the new boyfriend around. He seemed nice enough. Far better then her previous line of boyfriends. But I couldn’t shake the odd feeling something wrong with him.

It wasn’t until the night we were celebrating our finals I found out why he always made me feel uncomfortable.

The night started normal enough. I was the first one at the bar, like normal. The others always arrived late. Over the next ten minutes the rest came in, one by one until we were all here. Then we all took our traditional drink and started our usual activities. Talking, playing pool, some more drinking. The evening was pretty typical.

When we were all ready to leave we went and said our goodbyes, made our way to our cars. I caught a glimpse of Megan and Edward saying goodbye like an other couple would before going into their respective cars. I climbed into mine and made it five minutes down road before I realized that I managed to leave my wallet in the bar. So I promptly turned around back to the bar.

I walked into the bar, find where we were at, and sure enough my wallet had fallen under the pool table I was just playing at. I reached down, grabbed it, and started to make my way out of the bar when someone caught my eye. I went back up to the bar, grabbed a drink and took a closer look.

It was Edward. And he was getting rather close to a rather attractive looking woman in the corner.

Oh, how I now wish that it was something as simple as him cheating on Megan.

Curiosity got the best of me. I needed to know what was happening. I told myself it was for Megan’s sake, but knew that wasn’t all of it. Some twisted part of me wanted some kind of proof that she had made a poor choice. That she should of chosen me. So I watched them. And then I followed them out of the bar.

I expected him to leader her to his car, still in the same parking space as earlier. I saw him whisper into her ear and she giggled in response and he lead her around the corner.

Where the hell is he going?

I kept my distance and followed them around the corner. I could barely make out their voices.

“Are you sure about this?” The girl’s voice. She sounded scared. Worried.

“I told you, it’s fine. I live just around the corner. I take this shortcut all the time.”

What was he saying? He lives 20 minutes across town.

He kept talking “Besides, I’m here to protect you.”

She pulled him closer to her. Something about it felt wrong to me. He stopped them in their tracks.

“Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

He didn’t respond. What came next, its hard to describe, even with every thing else I’ve seen since then. Edward turned to face her and I got a glimpse of his face. It wasn’t human. His features were all distorted, his teeth were sharp and mangled. An unhuman gleam had overtaken his eyes. And the girl’s eyes were filled with fear.

A fierce growl escaped his throat. The girl pushed away and tried to run away. I could see a grin on Edward’s twisted face. He let her run for 15 feet before he took a single leap, landing on top of the girl, knocking her to the ground. He reached up with his hand, which now ended in long vicious claws and swiped down at her. I heard her scream out in pain.

Why isn’t anyone else hearing this. Why isn’t help coming. Why aren’t I helping.

I tried to force myself to do something, but I couldn’t.

I can’t move. I’m so afraid I can’t move.

Edward’s clawed hand came back up. It had a large piece of the girl’s flesh hanging from it. Her screams had faded to whimpers of pain. He held his hand up and bit the flesh, eating it all up, licking the blood off of his hand. Then he took another swipe at her, tearing another hunk of flesh and muscle from the poor woman. She screamed out in pain. He brought the meat up to his mouth and ate it like some kind of fine delicacy. Licking up the blood as it dripped down from his hand. Swiped at her again; no scream this time and the whimpering had stopped. The girl was dead. And then Edward looked up at me. Right at me and grinned. And then waved.

I ran. I ran all the way back to my car. I drove all the way back to my house, not stopping at any lights. I ran inside and locked the door.

I ended up falling asleep in the corner of my room that night, hugging a baseball bat near me. I had the worsts nightmares that night.

Evac

Published by Medeve November 26th, 2007 in Scarab. 0 Comments

Getting the civilians off the ship was easy. They all understood the severity of the situation and what was at risk. The harder part was getting the rest of the crew on the same page as I was.

“They want to do what to the ship?”

“You heard me Sergeant.” Walters is a good man. He’s a younger man, came into the Navy after they made the changes. He may be new blood, but he acts and thinks like the old.

“They just want to throw the ship away? What about reclamation missions. We have yet to loose a ship that we weren’t able to reclaim later. We have no evidence that they can launch new eggs from ships.”

“I know the level of success the reclamation missions have had Walters. The decision is not mine to make.”

“Did you even try to talk to them about it?” Walters was trying my patience.

“No, I did not Sergeant. Its not my position to question a superior’s orders, nor is it yours. Do we understand?”

“Yes sir.” Walters walked away, visibly unhappy with what the task I gave him. Not that I can blame him. The natural reaction to ‘Prepare for an self-destruct.’ is ‘Why?’.

Not that I don’t agree with him. Out of the 20 ships that were abandoned due to Nest Egg hits, 18 have been recovered within 3 months of loosing them and the remaining two are scheduled to be reclaimed within the next month. Each time the Scarabs were all dead by the time the reclamation teams arrived with no evidence of new eggs being launched.

And while the Captain’s motives seem noble, I have my doubts. There is no evidence to support that the Scarabs are capable of launching nest eggs from ships.

Then there’s the nagging feeling I keep having that the Captain has other reasons for wanting the ship destroyed. However orders are orders and I have to follow them, regardless of how grim they are. And so does Walters.

So the evacuation of civilians went off with no problems. I called Sasha and Walters along with several other privates to assist me in preparing the ship for destruction. And that’s where I sat waiting for Walters to report.

“Has anyone seen Walters?” I ask the group in front of me.

Sasha’s small voice responds. “He was checking the the escape pods near Cargo Bay 3″.

“Did anyone go with him?” Uncertain murmurs fill the room. I see Sasha shake her head. “Dammit. All of you grab some flamers. I have a really bad feeling about this.”

Command, Part 2

Published by Medeve November 25th, 2007 in Scarab. 0 Comments

I take another deep breath. I hate dealing with Command. I reach out, open the door and take a step inside the command deck.

Despite my feelings for the current state of Command, the Command deck itself still fills me with a sense of pride. No mater what disgraces the current leadership of the Navy brings upon itself, it cannot erase the things that we did before.

Sitting with his advisers is the Captain talking in hushed tones so that the rest of the crew could not hear them. They all look up at me as I enter the room. The Captain motions for me to come over to him. I acknowledge him and walk towards the group.

“Lieutenant Peters.”

“Captain,” I respond as I salute him.

“At ease Peters. They tell me you found a nest egg on top of our ship.”

“That’s correct sir.”

“I assume you know the standard procedure for this situation.”

“I do sir.”

“Good, because we’re deviating from it.”

“Excuse me sir?”

“You heard me. I need you to oversee the evacuation of the civilians. Once they’re gone we’re going to blow this ship up.”

“Sir, I have to ask why.”

“If I don’t, they’re going to launch out new nest eggs and there are civilized planets nearby. The results could be billions of deaths.”

“Permission to speak freely?”

“Denied. Peters, its no secret that you dislike me and what I represent. But your a good solider. I know you’re not going to risk the deaths of countless civilians.”

I want to say something. I really do. But I can’t.

“So your going to oversee the evacuation. Then your going to see that the self-destruct sequence is started. Then you shall see that the crew is evacuated before you leave yourself. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir. What about you and the rest of command?”

“We shall be leaving once the rest of the crew gets their orders. You are to start the evacuation immediately.”

Figures. You would leave when you’re needed most.

“Yes sir,” I tell him as sincerely as possibly.

“You are dismissed,” he responds, waving me away.

I make my way out of the room.

I wouldn’t mind him dieing like this.

Command

Published by Medeve November 21st, 2007 in Scarab. 0 Comments

Learning how to combat the Scarabs didn’t make it any easier. Their random pattern of attack infuriated our commanders. Combined with a time frame of less then 30 minutes between the nest egg landing and the planet being lost, there wasn’t much we were able to do.

Finally the leaders of our great Federation decided that the military in its present state was ill fitted for the demands of the current situation and started an emergency reorganization, taking out generals and captains with decades of experience and replacing them with yes men with questionable ability and a lack of background. My own captain at the time was giving an honorable discharge and replaced with cadet younger than myself whose only qualification for the position was a bureaucratic mind frame that the Federation was in love with. It was at this time I realized my chance of becoming a captain no longer existed.

At the same time the Federation called an emergency evacuation of the outer colonies and pulled back all our men. The end result was an apparent view of greater security and success; with less area to defend we were able to respond to the attacks quicker. When we were attacked that is. With the colonies being abandoned the Scarabs didn’t appear to have any desire to push any closer to the inner systems of the federation. Save for a stray vessel being hit or the odd mining colony we didn’t pull back yet, the attacks almost entirely stopped.

Pleased with its apparent victory, the Federation made the change permanent, and the once powerful Federation Navy became a bloated playground for a game of politics. They continued to ignore the every pressing threat of the advancing Scarabs, ignoring those of us who urged them that they were in fact slowly pressing closer.

And now I find my self standing before the doorway to the command deck; a place I have avoided as much as possible in the past. Inside I can just imagine how my captain and his yes-men are casually deciding the fate of the ship and its crew; their safety and escape are guaranteed as part of the new Federation Navy procedure. I imagine they’ll leave shortly after I speak to them.

But still, I am a member of the Federation Navy. It is my duty to respect them, their decisions and see that their commands are carried out to letter. As much as they may displease me, I’d only be tarnishing the memory of the those who came before me if I did not act as expected.

I take a deep breath and open the door.

Scarabs

Published by Medeve November 20th, 2007 in Scarab. 0 Comments

Walking down the hall to the command deck, I can’t help but think of how much I’ve grown to hate Command. Feelings not suitable for a senior officer, I know. As a kid the only thing I wished for was to be able to fly in the Navy like my grandfather; be a Captain of my own ship and have a crew, fighting along side with them for the rest of my people. I joined the academy at the age of 12 and was on my first ship at 16. That’s when the Scarabs appeared.

They came after our outer colonies at first, past the normal patrols of the Navy. The first colony fell just hours after they sent their distress signal. I was stationed to a ship that was sent to patrol another nearby planet; by the time we arrived it had already been decimated. I got to see first hand what the Scarabs did.

The entire planet was bare of any kind of non-plant life. We couldn’t even find any remains. The only things we could find were the remains of the Scarabs, bugs that were a good two to three feet long, with what is the most vicious looking set of mandibles I’ve ever seen.

We soon found the foul honeycomb structure that transported the monsters there. It had landed in a field outside one of the colonial outposts. We slowly made our way up to the alien looking structure, unsure of what it contained. Once we were confident that it posed no immediate threat to us, we lowered our guard and took a closer look at it.

The structure was a rough sphere and its surface was covered in holes no bigger then half a foot that gave it a similar look to an over sized honeycomb. It towered over even the tallest men we had on our team; easily reaching ten feet tall. We would later learn that this was a small one.

As we came closer we became aware of the ooze. It had coated most of the ground around the nest egg. As we came closer, the thick gray ooze would stick to our shoes, making walking difficult. And the stench was overpowering.

We would later piece all the clues together as more reports came in. The object we found is what we’d start to call a nest egg, as the creatures appeared to launch them to planets in order to create a new hive out of it. They launch a group of eggs inside of the nest egg, and as they hatch, the eggs secrete the disgusting gray ooze. Once they hatch and crawl out of the nest egg they go on the hunt, eager to feed themselves. They leave no survivors or remains; devouring every part of a living creature, even its bones and teeth. Once their hunger has been satiated, or they run out of food, they burrow deep into the planet, forming a giant hive for them to live in.

Once completed a new form of the creature forms; an overly large and bloated version of its normal kin. Inside of it several different noxious chemicals form and react with explosive results when combined. Its lesser kin then creates new nest eggs to launch to new planets and back to other hives who can use some of the spare food that this new hive has found. How they know when and where to launch is a mystery, along with how such a creature would evolve into such a system.

Within weeks several colonies had fallen, without even a chance of fighting back. Then, as chance would have it a nest egg was launched to a planet where my ship had been docked for repairs and maintenance. It was here that our first real combat with the creatures would give us insight to use in the future.

There was no real warning. We got the distress call from the mining camp that was 30 miles out. We started to prep and within five minutes the creatures were here.

No one had ever survived one of their assaults, so none of us knew what to expect. They came at us in a huge horde, the individual Scarabs indistinguishable from the others. We fired into them as they came at us, our shots seemingly disappearing with no effect into the oncoming wave. Our excitement at being able to save this colony quickly disappeared as we realized we were vastly outmatched. Our minds quickly shifted gears from trying to save the colony to survival for us and the colonist.

We left the front line and fell back to where the escape ships were already being loaded. Upon hearing our weapons were useless against the advancing horde our commanders issued us to get the few flame throwers and try to hold them at bay with those. We reluctantly took our orders, fully aware of how close we would have to get to the beasts for the flame throwers to have any effect.

We spread out around the docking station where the ships were at. In my squad was Ian, a friend I had made back in my cadet days at the Academy. I could see the fear in his eyes, and without a doubt he saw the same fear in mine. We had yet to see the creatures attack anyone, but the horrific screams we could hear from those who hadn’t made it to the docking station in time could only signify a most gruesome death.

We held our positions. Every second we held out against the monsters was another civilian to get safely off this death trap of a planet. The creatures closed in on the docking station and came closer to us. I braced myself and prepared for the beasts. Ian on the other hand… Ian snapped and ran right into them, flamethrower blazing away. And surprisingly the creatures backed away for a moment; the fire repelled them away.

I froze. The idea of us actually being able to hold them at bay filled me with hope. I called for Ian to get back, but its was too late. Try as he might, Ian couldn’t hold them off from all directions and they crawled upon him and started to devour him alive. Within in 10 seconds I understood why we didn’t find remains; I saw my friend’s entire corpse devoured, bones and all. I froze in fear until I realized they were in range of the flamethrower.

I released a jet of flame out towards the creatures, keeping them at bay. I could hear the smaller shuttles behind me taking off. I could only hope that there was still a way off the planet for the rest of my squad and myself. The creatures were kept at a distance from me, but they started to surround us, we had to back up slowly towards the docking station to keep myself from being trapped. Before I knew it I was being pulled back inside of the station by my comrades.

There was only our ship left, and the entire complex was sealed. The Scarabs were already crawling over the top of the sealed space port, We were going to make one last attempt to fly out. We quickly got the remaining civilians onto the ship and made preperations to launch. Just a minute before launch the lights in the space port went out; the power had been severed. We could hear the backup generators start to whirl to life, and then just as quickly started to sputter back to death. God only knows what happened to them.

We sat in the darkness for several minutes, no one sure of what to do. Then the crackle of the ship wide intercom broke the silence; it was our Captain. She informed everyone that she only had one option to get us out of here, so to brace for impact. I felt the ship’s engines coming online and it hit me what the she intended to do. I grasped the seat I was sitting in and closed my eyes as the ship lifted from the ground and tore through the ceiling of the docking station. I quickly felt the odd sensation of zero gravity for a second before the artificial gravity kicked in.

We had made it out alive. With first hand combat experience now. This is when things changed.

EVA

Published by Medeve November 19th, 2007 in Scarab. 0 Comments

Darkness surrounds me. Scattered throughout the endless black are countless pinpricks of light reminding me of my insignificance.

I take a deep breath. I hate EVAs.

I slowly turn myself around and face the ship. Another breath and I grab a one of the ladder’s rungs next to the airlock’s door. I pull myself up to the topside of the ship.

“I’ll be damned,” I mutter to myself. A quick flick of my wrist and my com device turns on.

“Control, this is Peters. I see the problem.”

“We read you Peters. What do you see?”

“Its a nest egg.”

200 feet ahead of me, right in the middle of the ship, is a large honeycomb-like structure.

“That can’t be. They’ve never been seen this far. Are you sure Peters?”

“I’m looking right at the damn thing. I’m pretty sure.”

“Shit. Did it breach the hull at all? Our sensors are still down.”

“I’m not sure. I’d have to get closer to tell. It looks like it hit right above Cargo Bay 3.”

“We’ll get it sealed then. Do you see any movement?”

“Negative.” Something catches my eye. A glob of sickly gray ooze floats away from the egg, hitting the hull of the ship and slowly dissolving the metal.
“Hold that command. It looks like its oozing.”

“We don’t have time for a burn then. Peters, get back inside.”

“What about the egg?”

“We’re working on a plan.”

I hear the click of the com channel being closed. I stare at the egg a moment.

I don’t want to die like this.

I climb back down the ladder back to the airlock. I flick my wrist again.

“Sasha, open the lock.”

The airlock door slowly slides open. I grit my teeth and make the small leap from the ladder to the open airlock. Past the glass panel separating me from the rest of the ship I can see Sasha’s small form operating the controls that will let me back in.

I don’t want her to die like this.

I’m snapped out of my daze by the faint hiss of air filling the airlock, muffled by my suit. Sasha looks up at me and smiles as glass doors slide open. I walk through them and start to unhook the suit’s bulky helmet. Sasha is quickly at my side to help.

“You got back quick. What was it?” she ask once the helmet is off.

I stop and think a moment. They didn’t tell me not to say anything. On the other hand it almost goes without saying in these types of situations. Standard procedure and all that bullshit.

“Sam? Is everything O.K.?” I can’t escape her eyes.

“Sasha, it’s bad. We got hit by a nest egg.”

Sasha’s pretty face twists in fear. “What? No.”

“Sasha… I’m sorry.” I can’t find anything else to say. How I wish I was better with words.

“I…I don’t want to die Sam. Not like that.”

“I won’t let them touch you. I swear.”

The irritating buzz of the com summons Sasha back to her controls.

“This is Control. Has Peters returned?”

“Control, this is Airlock 3. Peters has returned and is removing his suit.”

“Copy that. Tell Peters he’s to come up to the command deck as soon as he’s done there.”

“Will do Control. Airlock 3 out.” Sasha’s gaze returns to me. “Sam…”

“I meant it Sasha. They won’t touch you. You understand?”

Sasha timidly nods her head, fear all over her face.

“Listen Sasha. You can’t tell anyone until the Captain says something. O.K?”

Sasha nods her head again.

“Good. Now help me out of this suit. We can’t have Command waiting around all day, can we?”

Bah

Published by Medeve August 2nd, 2006 in Saga. 1 Comment

People annoy me. “I put a period, but its at the top, not the bottom.” How am I supposed to respond to that. If it’s not at the bottom, then its obviously not a period.

Anyway, I need to vent. And I want to do it in a creative and productive manner. And so without further delay I present you a chapter in the life of Turrance, Lux, and Katrina. (Note that this is highly inaccurate in what happened as I didn’t take notes. Maybe next time I will if people like this. Also only Tur is my character, so I’m guessing on exactly what the other two should be like):

Turrance looked at the door that stood less the fifty feet away. It seemed to mock him. He was not looking forward to trying to cross the room again. It hurt like hell last time he tried it, but at least it saved one of his companions. The fact that said companion did in fact later die to mummies grimly floated in his head.

He looked back at his companions. Galem, the soul-warped golem they freed the previous day appeared to be disinterested in what was happen. On his back he carried the body of his friend who had also been freed, only to have fallen when ambushed by the mummies.

Katrina also looked disinterested in what was going on, although it may have been she just didn’t want to be here any longer. Turrance understood, but felt obligated to at least atempt to get the real sword for Mark.

The tiny sand dragon Titus walked around the back of the room, head held high. The draconic features of the young creature were foreign to Turrance. Save for the rare occasion that the dragon made its feelings known, Turrance could never guess what it was thinking.

And then there was Lux. Within the last few days Lux had managed to turn from something Turrance had hopes of bringing back from the dark into something he’d rather just go ahead and leave here. Between nearly killing Titus while Turrance’s back was turned to offering to kill Galem as an act of ‘mercy’. The less time spent thinking about Lux the better.

But now he had to think about Lux. The human female had recently shown an aptitude for getting past traps, and it looked to him that her newfound ability would be the only thing that would get them past this without any harm.

“Lux, come over here,” he called.

“What up?” Lux responded as she walked up to him.

“I need you to go over to the otherside of the room and see if you can figure out how to disarm the trap.”

Lux looked at Tur incredulously. “Are you insane?”

“What? Your the most agile out of us, and even if any of us make it to the otherside, we can’t stop the trap.” Lux just continued to stare at him. “Go do it already. We still have no idea how far ahead of us they are.”

Lux reluctantly made her way towards the door. As she approached the middle of the room, almost at the exact same location Tur was hit on their orginal walk through the room, Lux quickly picked up speed and made a mad dash for the door. As she passed the halfway point a beam of crackling green energy shot out at her, missing her by a good foot. She continued to run and threw herself against the door, her hand instinctively going for the door knob to open it only to find that it was locked. She dropped to her knees and began to work on the locked door while she motioned for the rest to come over.

“Is it disabled?” Tur asked as he neared Lux.

“No. And the door is locked.” Lux looked over at Katrina. “I can’t get it fast enough. Your turn.”

Katrina smiled slightly as she pulled her sword out of her sheath, the slick grey adamantium gleaming in the sunrod’s bright light. She took a step back and jumped up in the air, and swung at the door, taking a solid chunk out of the door as she landed on the ground. She took another step back and repeated her actions, this time knocking a hole large enough for them to walk through. She put away her sword and walked through the newly produced doorway, followed by the others.

The hallway lead another fifty feet down and then stopped in a door. As they neared the door Lux suddenly frooze.

“Shh..” she told the rest who also stopped moving. “I hear people on the otherside of the door. At least two, maybe more.”

Turrance nodded his head in response, and his hand went for the door. Locked. He looked back at Katrina and nodded his head.

“After you,” he told her.

Again Katrina pulled her sword out and began to beat down the door. After the first impact, voices could be heard from the otherside of the door.

“Shit! They’re here!” A voice screamed and suddenly dropped to a low murmuring they couldn’t make out. Another two solid hits to the door from Katrina and it crumbled to nothingness. Tur quickly jumped into the room and began to shape himself into one of his favor forms [Ed note: Cannot remember name of creature, will replace], a large furry four legged dinosaur.

“He’s going beaver!” he could hear Katrina call out, her nickname for the animal that she continued to use, much to Turrance’s annoyance. Turrance ignored the outburst, and looked around the room, not entirely pleased with what he saw.

Any comments (ignoring the horrible spelling errors I probably made. I don’t have spellcheck here at the work computers, just at my home machine)? Then leave one bellow fool.

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