(Mike and the 'bots enter)
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This is my story, first Section of Part 1... hope you enjoy it.
TOM: Yeah, about as much as I enjoy having nails pounded into my skull.
This story starts out really incoherant, a sketchy tale, but gets a lot better after the first bit of cliched movie like action. Sigh, talk about an inferiority complex!
CROW: Even the author admits this thing sucks!
MIKE: At least he's not in denial.
Oh, yeah a "Terran" is a human being...
TOM: What, does the author think the word "Human" is too tackey?
any other confusing terms? (of course... like Explorien and so on...) I will have a full, completely glossary of unfamiliar words up and running real soon.
MIKE: Words like "spellcheck", "plot", and "social life".
Promise! In fact, Go to my glossary now! Anyways the first 10 or 12 chapters I wrote when I was 13 and I hate doing edits. This is my first draft- expect the second by Easter or later!(why do people look at me like that?)
CROW: And why do they run screaming in the opposite direction?
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Space Part One ~ The Beginning
Alternate Title:The Journey Home
MIKE: What is this, Rocky and Bullwinkle?
TOM: It's The Sucky Scifi or The Crappy Ficition!
David Morrison raced to finish his exam. He hated mathematics!
CROW: (David) T-two plus two is... is.. um,... math is hard!!
"Two light years are divided by the reciprocal of the fraction of the speed you are traveling..." he was thinking. Who needed to know this junk, anyway?
MIKE: Is he studying is Star Trek trivia or something?
The NAV computers would do all of this work, after all. But he wanted to be an Explorien, a member of the organization that fought for good, and ruled with peace the Explorien Planets.
TOM: So he wants to join the big, evil, corrupt empire that oppresses and slaughters alien races?
CROW: We wish. This sounds more like some pathetic, sissy Star Trek Federation ripoff.
Two electronic beeps sounded. Sighing at his Velexian friend Anto, who
CROW: Was sucking the brains out of his fellow classmates....
sat two seats away in the giant testing hall, David pressed the "Finish" button on his test pad. It went blank as his uncompleted test was transferred into the grading computers.
MIKE: (Computer) Computing grade.... F- as usual.
Anto asked, "Find it tough?" Anto never had to study to get good grades.
TOM: (David) Cram it alien boy...
He would probably be a member of the Explorien High Council while David would always be a lowly cadet, toiling away at menial chores, and breaking out in a cold sweat if Ignezzia, the Mistress of the Cadets,
CROW: The Mistress of Cadets, huh? What's HER job?
TOM: We HOPE It's not what your thinking...
found him awake past curfew. In spite of this, David liked and admired the olive skinned, short but muscular Velexian.
CROW: He found himself staring at the beautiful, buff, sexy little man for hours, absorbed in thoughts of-
MIKE: OKAY, Crow, that's quite enough.
"Of course." David answered. "Hey, you want to go to the Merchant's Quarter after class?" That was where the merchants who visited Space Station Gemini traded goods.
TOM: (sarcastic) Then why'd they name it Merchants Quater?!! It makes no sense!!
Not that either of the two friends could ever afford much. Cadet pay was low, only ten credits a week.
"Sorry, I can't. Explorien Dantu wants me to clean Landing Bay 3." Anto's green-brown features grimaced as he made a face.
"I hate chores."
So did David. "I might come along, to keep ya' company, anyway. There's nothing else to do on this stupid Space Station. When I'm an Explorien, I'll never set a foot here again!" There really was nothing else to do here.
MIKE: You ALREADY SAID THAT!!
Bringing along a good bookpad and watching Anto suffer could be fun, for a while at least. His extra chores were probably punishment of some sort, but Anto would never admit to doing anything wrong.
CROW: Their being punished for their steamy, secert romance.
He ran to catch up with the bulky Velexian as they headed to a Physics seminar, wondering how he could get Anto to tell him what he had done. Neither of the two friends thought that that evening would change their lives.
TOM: Will Anto finish his chores?! Will David read his bookpad?!
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Explorien Dantu was in a good mood. Those two cadets would be easily dealt with. They probably didn't even know how dangerous they would be. Fingering the device that had accompanied his latest explicit orders,
MIKE: His new Waffle Maker 3000 and Thigh Master....
he laughed silently to himself, letting none of it show on his face, and started toward Landing Bay 3.
TOM: Did that last paragraph make sense to anyone?
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As Anto Klarisen scrubbed the huge floors of Landing Bay 3, he decided for the hundredth time today that
TOM: He would never star in another Star Trek ripoff again.
hated doing chores more then anything else. With David, his Terran friend, watching him contentedly from a nearby bench,
CROW: (David) Oh yesss, bend over Anto, pick up that scrub brush....
it felt like punishment for something. But all Anto had done was to ask Explorien Dantu the directions to room C-19.
TOM: The Mistress of Cadets room!
MIKE: And he didn't even pay for it!
It was enough to make him tear at his own dark brown hair in frustration.
The two friends were not alone in the Landing Bay. Cadets Basha and McConnor were sitting on the only other bench and the floor, respectively, engrossed in whatever was printed on their computer pads.
MIKE: Ah, more disgusting characters for us to hate.
Anto knew them, but not very well. They were probably studying in the quiet of the Landing Bay, as some cadets did from time to time.
TOM: Yeah, where all the huge, noisy star ships are BLASTING OFF and landing! THAT'S a perfectly quiet place to study!
An Aravillian female cadet who Anto knew by sight if not by name was industriously repairing a saucer ship, the only ship in the Landing Bay presently.
MIKE: Don't you think we should let the fully-trainned engineers repair the expensive, military spaceship?
CROW: No, no, let the kid with little experience that's barely out of High School handle it.
Suddenly Basha, a Krigoni, spoke up. "The doors were just locked. I do not know why."
MIKE: Maybe It's because the little bar thing slides across, preventing the door from opening.
Anto had heard that Krigoni had exceptional hearing; that was probably how he knew what he had just announced.
The Aravillian female spoke. "Computer, disengage Landing Bay 3 lock." Her accent was heavy, yet the tone of her voice was high and clear. "Authorization-Cadet Code Yenne Valavan."
TOM: (computer) Would... you... like.. to.. play.. a... game...?
"Unable to comply. Launch sequence has begun. Opening airlock." The computer announced cheerfully. Looks of horror passed between the current occupants of Landing Bay 3.
CROW: Someone passed gas!
They had to get out of here or die! Anto Klarisen was not going to die like this! Running to the door, he called to the others to help him open the door manually. Velexians were among the strongest of races, yet the door gave only half-hearted signs of giving way.
MIKE: Why not use the "door knob"?
With David's and the three other's added strength, however, they made considerably more progress. The door opened first an inch, then six, then a little more. He was about to order everyone to squeeze through when Explorien Dantu's tall frame blocked the small opening. His pale blue face was blank, the same face he had used while ordering Anto to this chore that would kill him.
TOM: Oh, it's soooooooo much work to clean the stupid floor, huh?
Or should have killed him; Anto was sure the Explorien was here to save him and his companions.
"Too late for you. By order of the sho'gan vin, I exile you!" The sound of the door snapping shut blocked off the last of what Dantu said.
CROW: All the characters are going to be killed in the second chapter! What luck!
"Quickly, into the Saucer Ship." Bantu Basha said in a calm, cool, yet urgent, voice.
MIKE: In a panicy, calm, crazy, sane, loud, soft voice.
How could he be cool at a time like this?! No one argued, however. Running, they crossed the Landing Bay quickly, though it seemed to Anto that it took far too long. They only had seconds left.
"Opening Bay doors." The computer chirped. A sudden gust of escaping air almost knocked Anto off his feet.
TOM: Cut out the extra bean burritos!
The air pulled and tugged at him as it rushed out into the vacuum of space. Bantu Basha and David Morrison were aboard. Anto could not breathe. He was about to collapse and be dragged out into space when a hand caught his arm and pulled him up over the closing doors of the Saucer Ship.
He collapsed atop Yenne Valavan, the cadet he did not know, who had pulled him aboard.
MIKE: And he liked that position, so there he stayed.
Before he could catch his breath, white light filled the room. He could not see.
CROW: (sarcastic) Yeah, because when there's light in a room, you can't see a thing.
The light increased, burning at his eyes, filling his very being. The light was too bright to imagine, yet it continued to grow brighter. He tried to call out, but it was as if the white light filled his mouth. So bright. He could see nothing but white.
TOM: Well, that's what happens when you OD on cocaine.
White, forever and ever.
CROW: Now THAT'S a racist, neo-nazi statement If I've ever seen one!
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The first sensation to return was touch.
CROW: What was he-
MIKE: CROW, we don't need to hear it.
He felt cool metal against his head; it dug at his scalp uncomfortably. Then memory returned, and he remembered how to breathe again with a gasp. After he had fully recovered sight and hearing, fully recovered completely, Shaylor McConnor wished he was dead.
TOM: Hell, If I was in this story I'd wish I was dead too.
Yenne cradled his head, but when she saw he was alright she let go. "Are you alright?" His Aravillian friend hissed fiercely. "I have no idea what happened, aside from we're stuck here with three other cadets.
CROW: I think we've ALL forgotten that lame action scene from a minute ago.
I don't know two of them." The horrible light had disappeared; he still shuddered at that
MIKE: McGyver was canceled.
CROW: (Shaylor) Damn you corporate monsters!! Waaaaaah!
-and he could finally see again, but it quickly became clear that they were not near Space Station Gemini any longer. He had expected them to contact the Station, and pilot the ship back in, not to be lost!
TOM: Good thing he suddenly knows their exact coordinates.
Finally the three huddled groups of frightened cadets made contact with each other. Bantu Basha stood alone, and aparently unaffected, Kirgoni calm unruffled. David Morrison and Anto Klarisen were huddled in the opposite corner from Yenne and himself.
CROW: (Anto and David) Eeeewww! Girls!!
David was a Navigation major, Shaylor knew for certain.
The panicked Terran, David Morrison, did not recognize any of the stars, which seemed to upset him greatly.
TOM: He memorized all the stars surronding the space station?
CROW: You KNOW this kid needs a life.
He wasn't the only one panicking. Everyone aside from Bantu was near hysterics, running and screaming
for help. Finally, they settled down. After some rational thinking, Shaylor himself tried all of the communications channels. Silence was his only response.
TOM: Damn! The tin cup and string are out!
He did not like this one bit. Maybe if he tried the lower frequency COM channels. "I'll try again." He announced to the room.
His friend Yenne of Clan Valavan laughed bitterly. "That light was probably the Station vaporizing or something. We're hopelessly lost." That was unlike Yenne, but perhaps the shiny bronze-skinned Aravillian had a reason to be pessimistic.
MIKE: The author loves to go into deep detail about the characters bodies, huh?
CROW: (author) The deep, shiny, wonderfuly bronze figure glittered with delight....
Nevertheless, Shaylor scanned the channels with the COM computer. A faint sound made him jump. Quickly he turned up the volume and filtered out the interference.
TOM: (COM) This is the Enterprise, we come in peace... now eat PHOTON MISSLES!!! MWA HA HA HA!
"Bjahankoko, nu? Bahalallynallyi! Nu! Nu!" Shaylor felt weak with shock. Everyone looked the question at him- ‘What is so shocking?' eight eyes said.
MIKE: The eyes spoke?
"It is Nu." Shaylor said simply. A great deal of his ‘free studies' had been spent on the Nu.
CROW: ON the Nu, huh?
They were a strange race of blue rubbery bipeds who inhabited the most remote planet known. They were not humanoid, however. With a large type of... ball... for a body, the Nu sprouted arms out of the top of his body-head. Its legs were short and bowed, its mouth wide, and on top of its head was a small shock of green hair.
MIKE: Chrono Trigger ripoff!
TOM: And there was no disclaimer! I hope SquareSoft sues.
Discovered only thirty years ago, they were a technologically inferior race, along the lines of 20th century Terra, or Earth. They must be in the small pocket of space controlled by the Nu! But that was flat impossible!
"Dantu must have sent us here. That flash was probably some sort of teleportation." FLASH? The Terran fool, David or whoever, was trying to make things seem better then they were, as the Terrans always did.
TOM: Because Terrans are just stupid.
MIKE: Yeah, um... wait, what're Terrans again? I can't keep up with this Star Trek crap...
Calmly Shaylor reminded himself that he was one half human himself. But still, he was surprised he was not blinded by the horrible light. A flash! Phaw!
Speaking into the translator, he set the dial to Nu. The Nu had a strange language at best. "We are lost Exploriens. We ask directions back home. May you have a happy life?" He believed that was how they said ‘Please.' Or perhaps it was "rich life"?
CROW: Or maybe it was "I hope all Nu burn in hell, I'll kill every last one of you with my bare hands?"
The translator buzzed. "We may have a happy life." Yes. "Please visit place where we live, the. We give fuel, yes?" The language was very difficult to translate, indeed.
TOM: It can't be as difficult as Canadian.
MIKE: Of course not.
"We give luck to you." That was the proper way to end a conversation, Shaylor hoped.
CROW: (Nu) Wrong answer, we blow up your ship now, yes?
He looked around the Command Center of the Saucer Ship. Four pairs of eyes looked back.
TOM: I thought there were eight.
David shrugged, and they all took the places they had been training for. Shaylor took
the Communications Officer's post, his smokey grey hair shaking as he nodded to himself in thought. Yenne of Clan Valavan, the beautiful bronze-skinned Aravillian, took
CROW: Shaylor to a dark closet.
the Engineer's Outpost. David Morrison fingered his black hair as he took the Pilot's post.
MIKE: (David) (nerdy) I get to be the Captain! Nya nya nya nya! You have to what I say! *snort!*
Bantu Basha, the tall, pale blue-skinned glass-haired Krigoni, sat at the Main Computer Console. Anto Klarisen, the olive-skinned, muscular Velexian, took
CROW: David, right there in front of everyone!
Weapons/Defense. "Plotting a course for Nu!" David announced. Shaylor felt the familiar tugging sensation as the Saucer Ship broke the bonds of physics and sped toward Nu.
TOM: Colliding right into an asteriod, The End.