The Captain

By Scattercat · Oct 18, 2008 · 507 · 3
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  1. Faltering, failing.

    He could not see.

    He could not hear.

    There was no time left; his lungs were wrecked, capsized, sinking. He staggered on, nerveless fingers fondling the walls for a guide. He left a trail, four red lines on the metal bulkhead. Whatever they had done to him, it had been bad. He could not see how bad it was, but he could feel. That is why his hands were red.

    The hallway went on forever. He had to reach the end. The ship must be turned aside. To think otherwise… he could not think that.

    He fell forward...
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  1. DragonGrim
    (here's a sequel)
    DragonGrim, Oct 19, 2008
  2. DragonGrim
    In pursuit of the vessel, Ogmoc smiled. He wondered how the dark-matter beam was effecting the humans aboard that ship. Rather potently, he figured, as the ship tilted, heading directly for the space station.

    Our fleet should have attacked long ago, he thought. The shields are useless against our weapons. Completely useless.

    Already, the fleet aimed their dark beams at the human space station, moon, planet. The fleet drew closer.

    No response. Ogmoc relaxed in his chair. Then he suddenly sat forward. The wayward ship had turned slightly.

    Why?

    Would it collide with the station? Was someone turning the ship?
    DragonGrim, Oct 19, 2008
  3. Scattercat
    :)

    I'm going to keep all of mine in the main blog posts, but if I ever decide to COMPLETELY rip off Ommatidia and start carrying on storylines in 100 word segments, I'll keep this one in mind. :D
    Scattercat, Oct 20, 2008
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