AnotherOldGuy
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CLOSED! PUT ON TEMPORARY HOLD!
(This first post introduces 3 of my characters and sets the stage for the role play. If you are interested in joining, please PM me with your character ideas or post a reply at the OOC link above.)
Lieutenant Yuri Byko was on duty when the alien ship was first detected by the transport's long range systems. It was over 300,000 kilometers away -- farther than the distance between Old Earth and her moon -- and yet, by the time Yuri was able to thaw the Captain and the other Senior Staff members who were in cryogenic preservation, the craft was so close that he could look out the bridge windows and identify pieces of equipment on its hull that mirrored the equipment on their own ship.
In the end, it didn't really matter who was up and about; The Ark was, of course, and unarmed passenger/cargo transport incapable of sudden acceleration so it wasn't as if it was going to open fire on the approaching craft or be able to run. All the crew of The Ark could do was sit back and watch the windows and monitors and see what happened.
When the aliens were taking control of The Ark, compartment by compartment, Frederick Bingham had still been a pop sickle, as his three children had called it before they, too, entered cryogenic preservation. He awoke, trembling, an after effect of the long term body temperature drop and freezing chemicals that had replaced forty percent of his blood supply. When his mind cleared and his eyes gained a clear focus, he realized he was still in the skin tight bio-suit -- his teenage boy called it a candy wrapper, and his teenage girl called it just ugly -- that had controlled the blood and chemical flow through his body during the long sleep.
Long sleep, he thought. It was obvious that they'd reached New Earth ... wasn't it? Somehow, he expected a little different welcoming when they reached their destination and were thawed. He looked about; he and several others were unceremoniously laid out on the hard, concrete floor of a nondescript room, with no doctors or medical equipment to assist them through the trauma of the exit procedure.
He caught sight of a woman he'd exchanged words with -- as well as bodily fluids, despite the rules against it -- back on Station One prior to departure. She was lying on her side, still ... with her eyes wide open and blank. Freddie tried to move her way and was wracked with pain; he hadn't used his muscles in this way -- assuming they were in fact at New Earth -- for more than 26 years, and it took a moment to get them to work the way he wanted them to. But he finally reached her, and when he did, he found her dead, as he'd expected.
He leaned over her, resting his weight upon her body; the last time they'd been this close, his body had been overwhelmed with the euphoria of ecstasy, but now all he was feeling was anger and confusion. He slowly drew a deep breath and called out as loud as he could, "What's going on here...?"
Then, he hunched over, vomited, and passed out.
Leonard Lee was having flashbacks to GG-ma's business back on Old Earth, The Scavenger Hunt. His great-grandmother's second hand store had been a treasure trove of items from across the ages and locales, and the room Lenny awoke in seemed to be very much the same. Each of The Ark's passengers had been allowed to pack a single, one meter cubed case with personal items to take to New Earth. Lenny was surrounded by cases -- there were thirteen in all, lucky number he'd told himself -- with each of them opened and dumped onto the floor, as if someone had been searching for something in particular.
Still in his bio-suit, Lenny had set about to dressing himself. He'd searched through the scattered possessions of his fellow passengers and, to his dismay, had found only one set of clothes that would fit him, a pair of adult footy pajamas with hearts all over them as if they'd been a Valentine's gift to their owner from a playful lover. He stripped the bio-suit -- a slow, laborious, and painful process -- and donned the jammies, then found slippers, a warm cap, a scarf; finally fully dressed, he laid out anything that was cloth upon the cold, concrete floor and waited...
What the fuck's going on? he asked himself, again and again over the next many hours. He couldn't have known it, but Lenny had been one of the first passengers thawed -- who'd survived, that was -- and, after he dozed and woke and dozed and woke, he'd been out of cryo for almost twenty hours by the time he got any signs of life from any one else.
Where was the welcome wagon? Where were the doctors and nurses and psychologists who were supposed to be here to help them out of cryo, to help them adjust to being awake after so long? Where was the fucking food? Lenny was starving and thirsty and getting angry; this wasn't the greeting he'd been told they'd be getting from the Pre-Settlement team on New Earth that, for almost six decades, had been preparing the distant planet for the saviors of humanity, as Lenny, his children, and the other thousand or so passengers of The Ark were thought of...
He awoke from another cat nap with a start and realized that he had been moved; he was no longer in GGma's displaced treasure room but was now in a larger room, just as nondescript and filled with more crap from The Ark. This time, however, it was fixtures: beds, chairs, tables, and more, some of which looked like it had literally been ripped off the craft's bulkheads and dumped here for disposal.
Lenny mentally measured the room -- about ten meters long, a big smaller across, and about twice his height to the ceiling -- then realized that the long wall in front of him was glass, or something similar. He stood, still stiff and sore, and stretched his aching muscles. He walked closer to the glass and examined it; he knocked his knuckles against it, finding it thick and dense. He stepped back; beyond the glass was deep darkness, and yet there wasn't a reflection of the contents of the room he was in, as if he'd been staring into the sliding glass doors of his house back home at night. It was odd...
He turned away from the glass to look about what he would eventually come to learn was his new home -- and his eyes widened with shock. Lying on one of the berthing racks ripped from The Ark and previously hidden from Lenny's view by a poorly placed book case, was a beautiful woman, blinking her eyes clear and searching about the room as well.
Lenny spun back toward the glass, saying, "Sorry! I, uh ... I didn't know you were there. I didn't mean to stare or anything."
Lenny tipped his head left a bit, then right, trying to be inconspicuous; then he grimaced, wishing that the glass before him was in fact reflective. Because behind him, slowly rising from the small bed, the woman was stark naked ... and Lenny really wanted to look upon her some more.
(The female above is available to a female writer.)
"The Human Zoo"
(This first post introduces 3 of my characters and sets the stage for the role play. If you are interested in joining, please PM me with your character ideas or post a reply at the OOC link above.)
Lieutenant Yuri Byko was on duty when the alien ship was first detected by the transport's long range systems. It was over 300,000 kilometers away -- farther than the distance between Old Earth and her moon -- and yet, by the time Yuri was able to thaw the Captain and the other Senior Staff members who were in cryogenic preservation, the craft was so close that he could look out the bridge windows and identify pieces of equipment on its hull that mirrored the equipment on their own ship.
In the end, it didn't really matter who was up and about; The Ark was, of course, and unarmed passenger/cargo transport incapable of sudden acceleration so it wasn't as if it was going to open fire on the approaching craft or be able to run. All the crew of The Ark could do was sit back and watch the windows and monitors and see what happened.
When the aliens were taking control of The Ark, compartment by compartment, Frederick Bingham had still been a pop sickle, as his three children had called it before they, too, entered cryogenic preservation. He awoke, trembling, an after effect of the long term body temperature drop and freezing chemicals that had replaced forty percent of his blood supply. When his mind cleared and his eyes gained a clear focus, he realized he was still in the skin tight bio-suit -- his teenage boy called it a candy wrapper, and his teenage girl called it just ugly -- that had controlled the blood and chemical flow through his body during the long sleep.
Long sleep, he thought. It was obvious that they'd reached New Earth ... wasn't it? Somehow, he expected a little different welcoming when they reached their destination and were thawed. He looked about; he and several others were unceremoniously laid out on the hard, concrete floor of a nondescript room, with no doctors or medical equipment to assist them through the trauma of the exit procedure.
He caught sight of a woman he'd exchanged words with -- as well as bodily fluids, despite the rules against it -- back on Station One prior to departure. She was lying on her side, still ... with her eyes wide open and blank. Freddie tried to move her way and was wracked with pain; he hadn't used his muscles in this way -- assuming they were in fact at New Earth -- for more than 26 years, and it took a moment to get them to work the way he wanted them to. But he finally reached her, and when he did, he found her dead, as he'd expected.
He leaned over her, resting his weight upon her body; the last time they'd been this close, his body had been overwhelmed with the euphoria of ecstasy, but now all he was feeling was anger and confusion. He slowly drew a deep breath and called out as loud as he could, "What's going on here...?"
Then, he hunched over, vomited, and passed out.
Leonard Lee was having flashbacks to GG-ma's business back on Old Earth, The Scavenger Hunt. His great-grandmother's second hand store had been a treasure trove of items from across the ages and locales, and the room Lenny awoke in seemed to be very much the same. Each of The Ark's passengers had been allowed to pack a single, one meter cubed case with personal items to take to New Earth. Lenny was surrounded by cases -- there were thirteen in all, lucky number he'd told himself -- with each of them opened and dumped onto the floor, as if someone had been searching for something in particular.
Still in his bio-suit, Lenny had set about to dressing himself. He'd searched through the scattered possessions of his fellow passengers and, to his dismay, had found only one set of clothes that would fit him, a pair of adult footy pajamas with hearts all over them as if they'd been a Valentine's gift to their owner from a playful lover. He stripped the bio-suit -- a slow, laborious, and painful process -- and donned the jammies, then found slippers, a warm cap, a scarf; finally fully dressed, he laid out anything that was cloth upon the cold, concrete floor and waited...
What the fuck's going on? he asked himself, again and again over the next many hours. He couldn't have known it, but Lenny had been one of the first passengers thawed -- who'd survived, that was -- and, after he dozed and woke and dozed and woke, he'd been out of cryo for almost twenty hours by the time he got any signs of life from any one else.
Where was the welcome wagon? Where were the doctors and nurses and psychologists who were supposed to be here to help them out of cryo, to help them adjust to being awake after so long? Where was the fucking food? Lenny was starving and thirsty and getting angry; this wasn't the greeting he'd been told they'd be getting from the Pre-Settlement team on New Earth that, for almost six decades, had been preparing the distant planet for the saviors of humanity, as Lenny, his children, and the other thousand or so passengers of The Ark were thought of...
He awoke from another cat nap with a start and realized that he had been moved; he was no longer in GGma's displaced treasure room but was now in a larger room, just as nondescript and filled with more crap from The Ark. This time, however, it was fixtures: beds, chairs, tables, and more, some of which looked like it had literally been ripped off the craft's bulkheads and dumped here for disposal.
Lenny mentally measured the room -- about ten meters long, a big smaller across, and about twice his height to the ceiling -- then realized that the long wall in front of him was glass, or something similar. He stood, still stiff and sore, and stretched his aching muscles. He walked closer to the glass and examined it; he knocked his knuckles against it, finding it thick and dense. He stepped back; beyond the glass was deep darkness, and yet there wasn't a reflection of the contents of the room he was in, as if he'd been staring into the sliding glass doors of his house back home at night. It was odd...
He turned away from the glass to look about what he would eventually come to learn was his new home -- and his eyes widened with shock. Lying on one of the berthing racks ripped from The Ark and previously hidden from Lenny's view by a poorly placed book case, was a beautiful woman, blinking her eyes clear and searching about the room as well.
Lenny spun back toward the glass, saying, "Sorry! I, uh ... I didn't know you were there. I didn't mean to stare or anything."
Lenny tipped his head left a bit, then right, trying to be inconspicuous; then he grimaced, wishing that the glass before him was in fact reflective. Because behind him, slowly rising from the small bed, the woman was stark naked ... and Lenny really wanted to look upon her some more.
(The female above is available to a female writer.)
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