Brian Blash
02-19-2013, 11:15 PM
This is my first attempt at writing that i have actually finished. It was for my English class, so everything should be ok to say on here as well. I don't think it is very good. But i guess im probably too judgmental.... Whatever....
(Prologue)
The spaceship had been drifting through empty, unclaimed, uncharted territory for 3 years 11 months and 12 days. Lost. Broken. Abandoned, save its sole surviving crew-member. Most of the systems had either been shut down to conserve power, or had been too damaged to continue working. Out of 300 rooms, 299 of them sat, unused, vacant, in desperate need of an occupant. It’s communication systems transmitting one message over and over. Two words “Help. Madness.”
“This is the way I came upon the USS Ember. IN my small one manned space vessel. I had picked up the distress signal and it had not only made me want to investigate, but seeing as it is my…. ‘Job’, to empty out drifting ships I happen to come upon. I am a space pirate. Well, I guess I’m not TECHNICALLY a pirate, as I only take treasure from empty (ish) ships. I suppose I’m more of a treasure hunter. Anyway, back to the story.”
“It was about 3:30 in the morning on Sunday, March 3, in the year 2000X. I was having a nice nap when the alarms started going off! I jumped up and ran to the bridge to see was happening. The view-screen was flashing green and red, the colors meaning a nearby ship. I had been having pretty good run for a while, so I was expecting the best. I looked up the ship and found out it had been a medical supply and human transport vessel. Not a ship full of money, but still quite valuable to the correct people. My next line of action according to The Intergalactic Pirate & Treasure Hunters Handbook (yes, there is such a thing) is to scan for life signs; No point in attacking a ship with a full crew, it isn’t worth the risk. In a few moments my computer chimed, and then after a brief pause said, ‘ the current population of the USS Ember Medical Supply Ship from the Xenon Galaxy, is 1. Life support: Active. Navigational Controls: Disabled. Shields: Disabled.’ This ship was perfect. All I had to do was try to hail the ship. If they didn’t respond, I could just dock under the rouse of trying to help. Then I can just incapacitate the one person on this ship, and then take all his stuff. Simple. Heck, maybe I’ll take the poor guy with me.”
“In a short time my computer let out a ping! And a man’s face appeared on my view screen. He looked just like I had expected; weak, frail, thin… ‘H-hello?!’ he screeched. His was dry and just as weak as the rest of him, ‘Are you here to help me?’ ‘No you foolish fool, I am here to rob you blind’ I thought, ‘well if it is help you need help you shall receive’ I said coolly. His face seemed to light up. ‘However, I shall be requiring…. Compensation. After all, I am risking my life out here.’ I said in a commanding tone. ‘ O-of course… let me send out the docking ring so you can… well, dock!’ he said with a slight chuckle. Something about this weak, old man troubled me, but i could not understand what it was....
" I pulled up to the docking ring and, after a short moment, it extended and connected with my small star-craft. The hiss of air told me it had connected with my ship successfully. I collected my thoughts and any equipment i might need. I did have weapons on bored my ship, but this was a sickly old man! I didn't need weapons to deal with HIM. If anything started going south, i'd blow on him and he'd most likely fall over and die."
"It all happened very quickly after that.... And i don't even remember much of it..... What I do remember is very little.... I opened up my door, and walked out... I saw walls... Brown-red and white.... Not even in any specific pattern.... I remember thinking it was an odd choice of color for a ship.... Then... I saw the man... if that is what you want to call him... He... He was just a head with a few dangling organs.... No arms.... No legs... No body... Just a head. There were jagged chunks of flesh here and there... like the skin, and limbs had been ripped off by some savage force... He scanned me over and after seeing i had brought no weapons, his already horror struck face, sunk deeper... What happened here? I took a moment to look away... To look at the walls i had carelessly dismissed as being the work of some horrid interior decorator..... Now i saw the truth... The walls (originally white) had been covered in the splattering of blood. There was to much for it all to have come from this one man... There had to have been others. Countless numbers of others. It was just as i was coming to this realization when i was hit from behind...."
"Now, I am here... in a room... The Grotesque figure that welcomed me here into this death-trap is dead.... If you considered his state of being as alive. I... I have been forced to do things i never dreamt of... Where the entity i have been forced to call my master came from that first day, i do not know... Nor do i know where he goes after every 'meal'. When things are running slow... he takes pieces of me... Other rimes when we get a ship in, other treasure hunters like me, or do-gooders really trying to help... we... we eat them... I'm writing this on the last leg of my sanity. If you are reading this, it means I am dead, as no-one is aloud in the servants quarters... Maybe you were the one who granted me the sweet gift of death. I hope someone does the same for you as soon as possible. It is hard to believe this kind of horrific display of our race. Barbaric. Animal. We are not of the human race any longer. We are now The Damned. Welcome to the family."
(Prologue)
The spaceship had been drifting through empty, unclaimed, uncharted territory for 3 years 11 months and 12 days. Lost. Broken. Abandoned, save its sole surviving crew-member. Most of the systems had either been shut down to conserve power, or had been too damaged to continue working. Out of 300 rooms, 299 of them sat, unused, vacant, in desperate need of an occupant. It’s communication systems transmitting one message over and over. Two words “Help. Madness.”
“This is the way I came upon the USS Ember. IN my small one manned space vessel. I had picked up the distress signal and it had not only made me want to investigate, but seeing as it is my…. ‘Job’, to empty out drifting ships I happen to come upon. I am a space pirate. Well, I guess I’m not TECHNICALLY a pirate, as I only take treasure from empty (ish) ships. I suppose I’m more of a treasure hunter. Anyway, back to the story.”
“It was about 3:30 in the morning on Sunday, March 3, in the year 2000X. I was having a nice nap when the alarms started going off! I jumped up and ran to the bridge to see was happening. The view-screen was flashing green and red, the colors meaning a nearby ship. I had been having pretty good run for a while, so I was expecting the best. I looked up the ship and found out it had been a medical supply and human transport vessel. Not a ship full of money, but still quite valuable to the correct people. My next line of action according to The Intergalactic Pirate & Treasure Hunters Handbook (yes, there is such a thing) is to scan for life signs; No point in attacking a ship with a full crew, it isn’t worth the risk. In a few moments my computer chimed, and then after a brief pause said, ‘ the current population of the USS Ember Medical Supply Ship from the Xenon Galaxy, is 1. Life support: Active. Navigational Controls: Disabled. Shields: Disabled.’ This ship was perfect. All I had to do was try to hail the ship. If they didn’t respond, I could just dock under the rouse of trying to help. Then I can just incapacitate the one person on this ship, and then take all his stuff. Simple. Heck, maybe I’ll take the poor guy with me.”
“In a short time my computer let out a ping! And a man’s face appeared on my view screen. He looked just like I had expected; weak, frail, thin… ‘H-hello?!’ he screeched. His was dry and just as weak as the rest of him, ‘Are you here to help me?’ ‘No you foolish fool, I am here to rob you blind’ I thought, ‘well if it is help you need help you shall receive’ I said coolly. His face seemed to light up. ‘However, I shall be requiring…. Compensation. After all, I am risking my life out here.’ I said in a commanding tone. ‘ O-of course… let me send out the docking ring so you can… well, dock!’ he said with a slight chuckle. Something about this weak, old man troubled me, but i could not understand what it was....
" I pulled up to the docking ring and, after a short moment, it extended and connected with my small star-craft. The hiss of air told me it had connected with my ship successfully. I collected my thoughts and any equipment i might need. I did have weapons on bored my ship, but this was a sickly old man! I didn't need weapons to deal with HIM. If anything started going south, i'd blow on him and he'd most likely fall over and die."
"It all happened very quickly after that.... And i don't even remember much of it..... What I do remember is very little.... I opened up my door, and walked out... I saw walls... Brown-red and white.... Not even in any specific pattern.... I remember thinking it was an odd choice of color for a ship.... Then... I saw the man... if that is what you want to call him... He... He was just a head with a few dangling organs.... No arms.... No legs... No body... Just a head. There were jagged chunks of flesh here and there... like the skin, and limbs had been ripped off by some savage force... He scanned me over and after seeing i had brought no weapons, his already horror struck face, sunk deeper... What happened here? I took a moment to look away... To look at the walls i had carelessly dismissed as being the work of some horrid interior decorator..... Now i saw the truth... The walls (originally white) had been covered in the splattering of blood. There was to much for it all to have come from this one man... There had to have been others. Countless numbers of others. It was just as i was coming to this realization when i was hit from behind...."
"Now, I am here... in a room... The Grotesque figure that welcomed me here into this death-trap is dead.... If you considered his state of being as alive. I... I have been forced to do things i never dreamt of... Where the entity i have been forced to call my master came from that first day, i do not know... Nor do i know where he goes after every 'meal'. When things are running slow... he takes pieces of me... Other rimes when we get a ship in, other treasure hunters like me, or do-gooders really trying to help... we... we eat them... I'm writing this on the last leg of my sanity. If you are reading this, it means I am dead, as no-one is aloud in the servants quarters... Maybe you were the one who granted me the sweet gift of death. I hope someone does the same for you as soon as possible. It is hard to believe this kind of horrific display of our race. Barbaric. Animal. We are not of the human race any longer. We are now The Damned. Welcome to the family."