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Gothic Space Horror
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Gothic Space Horror
#361Hue squatted then leapt up and seized Micky's hand and the handhold on the side of the ship, his military grade nerochem had been pumping away for a while and it finally kicked in with Micky's help he was able to scale along the hull and rest on the small wing with her.
He laid down for a second letting the nerochem dissapate, when his accelarated heart beat fell back with in normal range and he could speak without deapp breathes.
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#362Once he was up on the wing she issued a sigh of relief. Looking a bit worried as he laid down. "Hue? Are you alright?" Placing a hand lightly on his chest, feeling his pulse slowing to a normal rate. She looked to him when he spoke. A nod of her head given. "Not a problem." A hand for a hand almost.
Her attention shifted to the shuffling undead. Lord she hoped that they couldnt climb. Micky looked back to Hue. "So, now to deal with Ao and Severin. " Curious as to what those two were up to. Surely the would have noticed the explosion. They should have noticed something. Unless they were caught up in their own hysteria.
After a minute or two she realized that her hand was still on him. Pulling her hand back slowly. Feeling a bit self concious. Thinking ~Jeez Micky, there are zombies stumbling about and your suddenly worried about what he might think.What is wrong with you? Hold yourself together. Stay focused. Dont die.~ Silently she scolded herself. -
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#363Hue felt mentally exhausted neurochem could increase synpapses fire, muscle density, heart rate, and lung size, yet it took a long time for it to flow through the bloodstream and the older you became the less efficient it became. Hue wasn't that old yet getting rid of the neurochem implant sounded like a good idea if he survied this. No he will and Micky.
She retracted her hand tentalively as she with a slight blush in her cheeks. Hue sat up and met Micky's eyes, he smiled.
"Let's see about getting into this ship then we can talk some more."
Hue crawled over the top of the ship, using a handhold that technicians use he hung his upper body infront of the cockpit and pounded on the transparent the broken bio scanner from his pocket. There was no way they could have missed the sound and him. -
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#364Following him up onto the main body. Watching as Hue hung down in front of the cockpit and tapped against it with the bio scanner. Please let Ao and Severin be paying attention. While she watched and waited, she could not help but wonder about Pockets and the others. Hoping that they were alright as well.
At least inside that little ship they would be safer, for a short time at least. Her muscles ached with fatigue. Eventually all of them would need some rest before they collapsed.
Her attention focused on two things. Making sure Hue didnt slip and fall. The second was watching the dead shuffling about. There was just something so eerie about that. So many dead things on board... what had killed them? A shudder went through her. One that Micky was unable to supress.
~Lord, if your watching. Please keep us safe. I'll do anything you ask if you help us survive this ordeal.~ A silent prayer to whatever god or gods might be listening.
Come on you two...open the door. Open. Open. Open, please. If someone had told her hours ago that she would be right here at this moment...trying to keep away from zombies in space....she would have laughed at the thought. Micky would have laughed at them. But now it was no joke. Those things shuffling around the ship were very much dead. Zombies. Even Marney had become one of those things. Poor Marney. All those poor souls. -
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#365"Hue, what if they are dead too?" The only reason she could think of for them not to respond. Not knowing that those two had loud music blaring from the speakers inside the ship. Reaching up she pressed a hand to her froehead. Knowing that her body would give out soon. The running and fighting and such was begining to take it;s toll.
The adrenaline that had been coursing through her system had become low. The body couldnt keep producing it at the moment. Micky was beginnng to feel alittle light headed. An idea hit her just then. The outside system board for the cockpit, it was up there by her.
Pressing along the metal until she felt this small panel give just alittle. Bingo. Now, how to get it open. Thinking. What could she use. Ah ha. Digging through her pockets until she came across her sunglasses. Bingo, the ear piece. Leaning down to get a closer look, she forced the ear piece carefully between the two panels and worked it like one would use a crow bar. Cursing when the first attempt snapped the piece.
Taking a few calming breaths she tried with the other piece. Clcik. Success! The panel lifted enough for her to get her fingers under it. Pulling it open. "Hue I have an idea. If I can figure which wire it is, perhaps I can over ride the cockpit door." It was an idea. Once opened they could climb inside and reclose the door from in there. She did it once before, back during the war. The ship she was pilotting had been shot down and she had been forced to steal another ship to get out of there.
Was it the blue or was it the green wire? She couldn't remember. Dang it Ao..Severin Open the hatch. Please. -
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#366With a pop and a hiss, the shuttle door cycled open, releasing the now grinding, ear splitting riffs of MegaHell SlutPuppy, a recent Martian band that specialized in using low frequency erxplosions in their music along with static pulses. It was all the rage on Mars and in the Belt colonies, but in the rest of the solar system it was considered obnoxious noise.
The shuttle was empty, and Micky was able to find the radio controls and shut down the sound system. Only then was she able to hear the shuttle's transciever.
Unidentified ship, this is Megaroad 9 Exodus, do you copy...
We received your distress call, please respond if you are recieving this message. We are not a rescue ship and are not equipped for salvage. We can take on survivors. Is anyone recieving this message?... -
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#367"Megaroad 9 Exodus, I hear you loud and clear." Looking to Hue. Thank god, a rescue ship. The music Ao and Severin had been listening to, no wonder they ahdnt responded. She then looked around. "Hue, where are they?" Knowing those two had been in the shuttle.
"We are aboard the Celeste. The other ship, danger. Stay away from it. Reactor is critical. I repeat the other ship is critical." Looking to hue. Should they go for the others? Or take this chance to get free?. -
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#368There would come no rescue.
The Ballard's auxilliary fissionable core continued to degrade until it slagged a hole in the aft of the ship. After forty years, the free-floating reactor began to cool and eventually fall dormant as its fuel rods were expended. The remaining portion of the Ballard was irradiated to the point that it would be considered unsalvagable.
The Megaroad 9 Exodus would continue on its transolar trajectory, meeting with the rest of the Megaroad fleet. After three months of preperation, the fleet embarked under superluminal propulsion for the first time.
The survivors of the Ballard perished one by one within the confines of the Celeste. It would be over a century before another ship would discover the vessel, and their story would become the basis of a lingering ghost story. A story of hopeless desperation, and of madness, and of a slow creeping death in space.
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