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Post by Mister Buch on Dec 17, 2012 20:40:03 GMT 1
Talking T-Rex with missile launchers and machine guns. Gorvar, ladies and gentlemen.
Good writing, though, again!
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 17, 2012 21:41:12 GMT 1
What is it with Gorvar and the end of the world? The T-rex with rocket launchers was cool. But how is it going to pull the trigger? Custom made for Dinosaurs use my friend u.u That and it's nearly 21 December 2o12, gotta use the hype man. Also it was this or the rpg fantasy party thing Linders came up with. Also up next, MORE dinosaurs with MORE guns.
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 18, 2012 6:24:11 GMT 1
I've been writing, but I lost two entries and just wrote random shit to replace the missing words. After today's visit to the vet, I scrapped the story idea in my head and wrote this instead.
17 December 2012
I have heard many stupid reasons for giving up pets over the years. One of the worst had to be the guy who gave his dogs up every time they stopped being puppies, which made me wish we could give humans away for similar reasons. Today, a woman told me that somebody likely gave Henry up "because they couldn't afford to keep feeding him." He's not an elephant who needs hundreds of pounds of food a day, and you shouldn't get a large breed dog if you worry about not being able to afford your daily damned Starbucks latte fix.
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Post by Mister Buch on Dec 18, 2012 15:47:30 GMT 1
Very true. Hard to imagine there was nothing they couldn't give up rather than dog food.
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 21, 2012 5:18:36 GMT 1
18 December 2012
"Disengaging from docking station complete. Begin descent."
Tick.
Her stomach clenched involuntarily. Reemerging into zero grav always came with a lurch.
"Slide the accelerator to the forward position."
Tick. Inhale. Ignore the taste of plastic in your mouth as best you can. Hold.
"Destination selected. Alignment to jump gate in progress."
Keep holding.
Tick.
She could hear comms in her cochular implant. "Brain waves neutral. Ship's headed to pre-programmed destination."
Tick. Slow exhale. Steady.
Comms again. "Boosters engaged. Prototype Masserai en route to company headquarters."
Tick. Blink. Slow inhale--
"Phase drive engaged. What the--"
The Masserai and pilot vanished.
19 December 2012
Kessaden's head always hurt whenever the ship dropped from light speed, but the pain was nearly blinding this time. Nosebleeds were sure to follow. She became aware of her right arm-- or rather, a lack of sensation in it. The rest of her was very, very cold.
The irregular hum from the cochlear implant was no more. Funny, she found herself almost missing it even though it surely meant she was out of corporate space. Isn't that what you wanted more than anything?
Yet if she truly made it out of corporate space, where exactly had the ship ended up?
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 21, 2012 5:28:16 GMT 1
I picked up a shift last night and had to watch program after program about how everybody thinks the world is about to end because of some "magical" date on the calendar. I came home and wrote this.
20 December 2012
I'm tempted to stay up until midnight just to show doomsayers that the world is not about to end. Not this month, anyway. I don't know what good it will do, as there are those who insist that what happened last week is a sure sign that the Apocalypse is almost here. If you have to listen to the religious programming at work like I have to, you could almost be fooled into thinking just like they do. Just once, I'd like to see someone say "We aren't doomed to destruct. We can choose to be better than we are."
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 22, 2012 3:18:07 GMT 1
21 December 2012
Three green flashes of light. Remokah
A slight blip.
Good to know the real brains behind this ship is still intact. Kessaden opened one eye slowly and saw the metal floor beneath her. Did I finally land it right, or is this all you?
Slow red flash.
Right. Of course. She drew her right leg up towards her side and tried to use it to push off the floor to roll over. She was only partially successful. No chance you could help, is there?
Silence. Or rather, darkness. Funny.
Dedrenda. Faint not-quite-whisper.
What?
Intrusion!
She turned her head and...
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Post by Mister Buch on Dec 22, 2012 6:38:07 GMT 1
That's reakky good, I think. Really good.
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 23, 2012 6:21:09 GMT 1
Thank you.
22 December 2012
instinctively pushed with her right leg away from the sight of yellow beams as they moved around the entryway to the bridge. Remokah's kin was all she could think of as she moved mere inches. When one stray beam bounced off of the starboard monitors she found herself relaxing immediately. Headlamps. Humans. Then: Slavers?
Not likely. Remokah had conflicting loyalties at best, but it had reason to dread human slavers as much as she did. But did it know enough to keep the ship away from mercs in the Silent Vale? Two words from the first beam told her enough.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 23, 2012 21:07:50 GMT 1
SF! Loving this shit!
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 24, 2012 6:35:10 GMT 1
23 December 2012"Periphery Space!" a male voice shouted. Kessaden stared at the headlight for a moment before she realized that his helmet's headset was likely malfunctioning. He probably told her where she was, and now, having heard this, she lamented knowing her whereabouts. The corps called this area "dead space". It was known that many ships came through here during the Long Flight from Earth, and early corps set up stations and ran all manner of experiments, often to address fertility issues occurred with early travelers. No one knew what caused the corps to flee this area and continue onward in panic. 24 December 2012"Is this a welcoming party?" Kess found herself asking out loud, in a voice not entirely her own. She touched her throat with her left hand, confused. The yellow beams marched towards her in unison and soon jerked her to her feet. Her body felt as though it had fallen asleep for a month and she nearly fell again from the discomfort. Remokah if you are trying to speak on my behalf now is not the time! She thought she heard it hiss in reply until she realized that it was the ship's emergency ventilation system had turned itself on. -- Oops, crap grammar. That's what I get for writing this after a 15 hour shift.
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 25, 2012 7:24:47 GMT 1
Writing this in the early hours because we're supposed to get lots of snow and sleet, which freezes and snaps old power lines around here, leaving me without power for days unless the generator is behaving. This could make finishing this month's batch difficult to do if not impossible.
25 December 2012
Kess tried to speak but her throat was too dry to form sounds. Remokah, if this is you make it stop are you trying to kill us?
Rapid yellow flash
They have closed units this won't work
Darkness. It was ignoring her.
Kess tried to press her feet into the floor again and regain her body if not her voice. Maybe I can still run out she told herself, not realizing that her left knee was still missing a knee cap.
She was standing at a slowly increasing angle to the right, bringing the gas closer to her. Vent concealed flames.
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 29, 2012 5:46:46 GMT 1
Different story here (I think).
27 December 2012
"Yeah, I saw those people. The ones who tried to pass themselves off as tourists, right?"
Laughs around me at the bar. I could get away with this.
"I killed them."
There's barely a breath of silence before more hearty laughs rise up from all over the room. My confession is hardly the relief to the soul that I thought it would be. I somehow feel worse, as though the whiskey has ruined my gut and is spilling through my shoes. Later, someone will tell me that I did well, I did the right thing, but hell if it's true.
28 December 2012
They just wanted out of the city, to go back home. I could see the desperation in their dark eyes. Older children, maybe. But I saw the mottled skin where noses should be as well. At least if they were us. I knew I couldn't let them go back. Not with what they carried. I didn't give a damn about the electronics equipment they had. Didn't care what it could fetch me later. I knew what they were. Knew what they carried. I couldn't let them leave and risk taking out their home world the way they took out ours.
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Post by Mister Buch on Dec 29, 2012 5:54:01 GMT 1
Really good, those two. I'm too tired and headachey to go into why, but good work. The first one in particular.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 1, 2013 7:19:53 GMT 1
Thanks. Guess we're back on the Masserai for this entry. 29 December 2012Kessaden felt herself being lifted off her feet and could feel the scratchy sensation in the back of her throat increase. It hurt to inhale and she couldn't determine why. Her mouth was dry, that much she could determine. It wasn't until she felt her eyes sting that she realized there was something wrong with the ship. Perhaps being unable to smell or taste had an advantage after all, if only because she hadn't been able to panic until she saw the flames begin to escape from the panel on the right. Remokah are you there?Roaring consumed her ears. 30 December 2012"What happened--" "Dunno, she was seizing when we--" "Mangled mess she is." Silence. Kess saw dark shapes all around her. She counted four before darkness returned. Other times, she kept seeing Silas in the cargo hold, shouting something she could not understand. His face was bloody, his lab coat torn. He kept trying to reach for her as if he wanted to get her to follow, but of course she never would. She found herself standing upright before him like she never could before. She knew she had to be dreaming... then she smelled something which was impossible... had to... 31 December 2012get away from Silas. Now, while she could still stand. Yet her left leg stepped forward, heavy and slow. Right one followed. Silas opened his mouth as if to scream, as if he finally had reason to fear. She heard herself laugh-- that was her, yes-- and felt her left arm move quickly towards him with sickly brown-yellow skin and slime and now her tentacled hand was around his neck, slamming his body into the brownish wall on the right repeatedly until there was no breath from him. She released him, turned and I saw the eye I saw it--
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