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09-15-2010, 01:00 PM
Mature for possible themes. May include violence, blood, explicit language.
In Space
OOC Thread (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=6936)
No Enemy. No Danger. Just Space.
Space and a few souls.
2 Minutes After
Evan's eyes opened; his breathing was forced. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” he repeated over and over. Closing his eyes he allowed himself to drift welcoming himself to a fate inside the endless black; whilst his mouth whispered the same word over and over. His fingers twitched and body shook with a need to curl into a ball. The suit didn't allow for any such actions, not what Even wanted. “Shit, shit, shit... shi-” he croaked calmingly and gradually opened his eyes.
15 seconds had passed. 2 minutes and 15 seconds. Evan grumbled and remembered protocol for such a situation. He withdrew his left arm back into the comforts of the main body and clicked a button to run diagnostics on the situation he was in.
-Oxygen at 100% estimated time remaining 12 hours.-
-Suit integrity at maximum.-
-Jet Fuel at Maximum estimated usage remaining 4 hours at maximum strength.-
12 hours until he was dead; that was reassuring. 12 hours whilst he waited for someone to rescue him. Even though there was no one coming. He knew. He knew that there was little to be done, not after the explosion. It ripped through the station destroying everything. Probably. Evan didn't know yet. He was looking at the inside whites of the suit afraid to be drawn out to the darkness; there was a game to be had there Evan told himself – a quiet egging himself on until he broke free of the barriers. But if he looked into the darkness, did that mean he lost or did it mean he won?
Evan waiting for himself to respond before checking the time again. 3 and a half minutes since. Since he and the others had been racing against time to exit the station. The escape pod had been the first option, but it had been broken and they hadn't two of the vessels. Emergency alarms still rang in his head from the mad escape. Evan remembered clinging to the outside rungs of the craft as the vacuum pulled the exposed air out into Space. Waiting until the last moment so he wouldn't be pulled away into the distance. And then letting go pushing away.
And then closing his eyes.
Courageous wasn't Evan Woods he clicked a button....
-Oxygen at 100% estimated time remaining 12 hours.-
-Suit integrity at maximum.-
-Jet Fuel at Maximum estimated usage remaining 4 hours at maximum strength.-
“Shit,” he snarled and tore his eyes from the inside of his suit to the outside. Shrapnel passed by on their way into the unknown, large pieces of metal twirling in slow arcs catching the odd light. Damaged and torn into wreckage. He shied away from the pieces that passed him by in wide circles. A large beam whirled passed causing Evan to use the jets on his suit to manoeuvre around safely. Twisting through space brought him into sight with the destroyed station.
Twinkling in then area of the explosion was a husk of metal and subjects. Small pieces has separated and began to drift just as larger pieces had done before them. The separate rooms of the station had been destroyed to create one larger mass – but the locations of each were easily identifiable to any of whom had lived there for any period of time. Evan gazed at the place he'd slept in for nearly two years. The place where he had talked with his fellow officers and played games to pass the time. He rolled his eyes to the far end of the station where what remained of the station's operating room. Nothing much remained.
Perhaps a radio could still work..... Maybe. If there was a power source still remaining. The chances of both Evan thought was slim.
Amazingly inside the wreckage formerly space station was the escape pod appeared undamaged. Untouched from the incident, it rattled against the enclosure of metal remaining stable. The craft had been built for four with two points of entry; from the distance one of the doors looked jammed closed.
Littered throughout the husk were small fragments of destroyed substance.
Looking at the former station brought chills through Evan's body, he only now remembered his fellow station operators. And he felt alone without them. It edged his mind with growing anxiety – what if he was the only one to survive the explosion? The only one to float in space until death took?
His voice little more that a croak with an edge of nervousness he asked the space around him using the suit's inbuilt radio, “anyone else out here?” Evan's voice ended as a depressed whisper.
While he waited for a response Evan clicked a button...
-Oxygen at 100% estimated time remaining 12 hours.-
12 hours Before
The Alarm went, ringing several times before a hand ceased the noise. Evan rolled himself to the edge of his bed as the lights gradually brought his chamber back from pure darkness. He flicked his legs over the edge of the bed.
Another day in isolation. A letter was beside its opened envelope, the paper half crinkled but still very readable. The folded paper at the top read:
Dear Mr. Woods
Your Application for retirement from duty within the company has been accepted. You must remain at the Station: Serviou 3-X for several months until a replacement officer can be found. You will be contacted when...
The document was several months old now, but recent news from the previous resupplying ship told Evan that he would be leaving the station next month. Another day waiting for the end of the growing nightmare to come.
Evan washed and cleaned himself up before emerging from his quarters. There were still several hours before his time on duty was to begin but he liked to wake early and prepare. Outside his room was the common area as well as doors leading to his co-workers rooms, and facilities. He pushed through one of the other rooms coming into the tiny kitchen and food storage areas. From plain packaging he took some flaked cereal and poured artificial milk into a bowl. It was bland but he didn't want anything more.
Sitting down to eat his meal in the common room Evan flicked on the screen to play through a disc worth of last month's episodes of a show he watched. He hadn't got to this one yet, it was a comedy but not one of his favourites. Usually he lasted two weeks before he'd watch all the shows he wanted to or got bored. Then it was back to reading in his spare time, or playing games. Or just talking to the other off duty officer.
They hadn't yet risen today it seemed. Evan shrugged at that and returned to his cereal waiting for his turn at duty to come.
In Space
OOC Thread (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=6936)
No Enemy. No Danger. Just Space.
Space and a few souls.
2 Minutes After
Evan's eyes opened; his breathing was forced. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” he repeated over and over. Closing his eyes he allowed himself to drift welcoming himself to a fate inside the endless black; whilst his mouth whispered the same word over and over. His fingers twitched and body shook with a need to curl into a ball. The suit didn't allow for any such actions, not what Even wanted. “Shit, shit, shit... shi-” he croaked calmingly and gradually opened his eyes.
15 seconds had passed. 2 minutes and 15 seconds. Evan grumbled and remembered protocol for such a situation. He withdrew his left arm back into the comforts of the main body and clicked a button to run diagnostics on the situation he was in.
-Oxygen at 100% estimated time remaining 12 hours.-
-Suit integrity at maximum.-
-Jet Fuel at Maximum estimated usage remaining 4 hours at maximum strength.-
12 hours until he was dead; that was reassuring. 12 hours whilst he waited for someone to rescue him. Even though there was no one coming. He knew. He knew that there was little to be done, not after the explosion. It ripped through the station destroying everything. Probably. Evan didn't know yet. He was looking at the inside whites of the suit afraid to be drawn out to the darkness; there was a game to be had there Evan told himself – a quiet egging himself on until he broke free of the barriers. But if he looked into the darkness, did that mean he lost or did it mean he won?
Evan waiting for himself to respond before checking the time again. 3 and a half minutes since. Since he and the others had been racing against time to exit the station. The escape pod had been the first option, but it had been broken and they hadn't two of the vessels. Emergency alarms still rang in his head from the mad escape. Evan remembered clinging to the outside rungs of the craft as the vacuum pulled the exposed air out into Space. Waiting until the last moment so he wouldn't be pulled away into the distance. And then letting go pushing away.
And then closing his eyes.
Courageous wasn't Evan Woods he clicked a button....
-Oxygen at 100% estimated time remaining 12 hours.-
-Suit integrity at maximum.-
-Jet Fuel at Maximum estimated usage remaining 4 hours at maximum strength.-
“Shit,” he snarled and tore his eyes from the inside of his suit to the outside. Shrapnel passed by on their way into the unknown, large pieces of metal twirling in slow arcs catching the odd light. Damaged and torn into wreckage. He shied away from the pieces that passed him by in wide circles. A large beam whirled passed causing Evan to use the jets on his suit to manoeuvre around safely. Twisting through space brought him into sight with the destroyed station.
Twinkling in then area of the explosion was a husk of metal and subjects. Small pieces has separated and began to drift just as larger pieces had done before them. The separate rooms of the station had been destroyed to create one larger mass – but the locations of each were easily identifiable to any of whom had lived there for any period of time. Evan gazed at the place he'd slept in for nearly two years. The place where he had talked with his fellow officers and played games to pass the time. He rolled his eyes to the far end of the station where what remained of the station's operating room. Nothing much remained.
Perhaps a radio could still work..... Maybe. If there was a power source still remaining. The chances of both Evan thought was slim.
Amazingly inside the wreckage formerly space station was the escape pod appeared undamaged. Untouched from the incident, it rattled against the enclosure of metal remaining stable. The craft had been built for four with two points of entry; from the distance one of the doors looked jammed closed.
Littered throughout the husk were small fragments of destroyed substance.
Looking at the former station brought chills through Evan's body, he only now remembered his fellow station operators. And he felt alone without them. It edged his mind with growing anxiety – what if he was the only one to survive the explosion? The only one to float in space until death took?
His voice little more that a croak with an edge of nervousness he asked the space around him using the suit's inbuilt radio, “anyone else out here?” Evan's voice ended as a depressed whisper.
While he waited for a response Evan clicked a button...
-Oxygen at 100% estimated time remaining 12 hours.-
12 hours Before
The Alarm went, ringing several times before a hand ceased the noise. Evan rolled himself to the edge of his bed as the lights gradually brought his chamber back from pure darkness. He flicked his legs over the edge of the bed.
Another day in isolation. A letter was beside its opened envelope, the paper half crinkled but still very readable. The folded paper at the top read:
Dear Mr. Woods
Your Application for retirement from duty within the company has been accepted. You must remain at the Station: Serviou 3-X for several months until a replacement officer can be found. You will be contacted when...
The document was several months old now, but recent news from the previous resupplying ship told Evan that he would be leaving the station next month. Another day waiting for the end of the growing nightmare to come.
Evan washed and cleaned himself up before emerging from his quarters. There were still several hours before his time on duty was to begin but he liked to wake early and prepare. Outside his room was the common area as well as doors leading to his co-workers rooms, and facilities. He pushed through one of the other rooms coming into the tiny kitchen and food storage areas. From plain packaging he took some flaked cereal and poured artificial milk into a bowl. It was bland but he didn't want anything more.
Sitting down to eat his meal in the common room Evan flicked on the screen to play through a disc worth of last month's episodes of a show he watched. He hadn't got to this one yet, it was a comedy but not one of his favourites. Usually he lasted two weeks before he'd watch all the shows he wanted to or got bored. Then it was back to reading in his spare time, or playing games. Or just talking to the other off duty officer.
They hadn't yet risen today it seemed. Evan shrugged at that and returned to his cereal waiting for his turn at duty to come.