posted on Mar, 29 2004 @ 08:17 PM
This is another story I had been working on along with Document C. This one is almost finished (and yes i will finish it unlike Document C.)
It isn't the best thing in the world, its written strictly for entertainment...
They approached the hulking vessel that cast a silhouette on the class B Leviathan U.E.A battle cruiser. The only way to tell that we were
approaching the ship was that the ion engines rattle the cruisers deck less and less until they finally shut off. It was an unknown feeling for most
of the crew, for the engines had not been shut off for years, not since their last visit to earth, which nobody quite remembered when that was.
They finally reached the outer hull of the vessel they had been tracking for weeks. The computers identified it as a class C SEROS research vessel.
It had no tracking number or name that the computer could give, which meant one of two things: It was some secret project by the government that had
been sitting out here, or the computers files were finally corrupted and antiquated enough that they could no longer provide the service needed.
The aging captain ordered the ship to a halt as he inspected the outer hull of the vessel they were about to board. There was rust on the outside,
which meant oxygen was or had once been present on the ship. The “assault team” was lined up in docking bay 1 at air lock 2 awaiting their orders to
board the ship. They knew it was almost time to board when they heard the reverse rockets firing. A personnel support tube or p.s.t as it was called
was extended from the ship to the unknown vessel. The captain came over the intercom wishing them good luck and Godspeed.
The airlock doors opened and the soldiers walked through the clear p.s.t providing them a clear lookout into space. When they reached the door they
found the old locking mechanism to be rusted over and wondered if they would even be able to get the door open. It turned out however that it
unlocked and opened up fine. There was air inside so their was no need to have the visors down on their personal powered armor units.
They walked inside, expecting stale air as usual, however, to their surprise they found the air enriched, like taking a breath of fresh mountain air,
a strange way to put it since hardly any of the crew had ever even seen a mountain or breathed anything other than recycled oxygen.
The ship pulled away it’s umbilical in which the soldiers used for transportation between the ships. The captain watched on his monitor as the
umbilical pulled away. In a few minutes the soldiers would report back what they found and it would be re extended to allow them passage.
The captain waited anxiously for their report.
They had gone aboard several abandoned ships since the Great War had destroyed the government owned battle cruiser and found much loot. The crew knew
their position however, eventually the entire crew would die out and would be yet another remaining vessel to be looted by a future crew of another
ship. That was the way of things, at least, after the Great War it was. Earth had no longer been divided amongst itself, it was unified under one
government, which to most peoples surprise worked amazingly well. Information on the ship’s logs stopped there unfortunately and the actual events of
the war were unknown, only the aftermath.
Once it was certain that there was not threat the soldiers were free to move about the ship and look for salvage.
Fontaine, the name of the soldier who found the box, first told the colonel of the marines about it over his powered armor’s radio system. The box
was a large metal crate and all over it was written the words: CAUTION: DO NOT OPEN. The colonel moved his hand to the metal latch that would release
the seals and open the crate. Fontaine moved his hand over the colonel’s and asked him if it was a good idea to open it.
“Lets see what’s inside, then I’ll decide what’s good for my crew”, with that the colonel shoved Fontaine to the side and opened the latch releasing
the seals. The crate opened automatically all the way open then shut itself again. It was quite empty.
Fontaine looked at the captain giving him a quizzical look. “Did you feel that?” Fontaine asked. “It felt like a gust of wind came out when you
“Forget it, there was nothing in it, lets get a move on.” The colonel said in his raspy voice.
“-There’s nothing here sir” the radio said.
“-Get a hold of the captain, lets clear out and blow this thing, it seems someone else got here before we did.”
The colonel looked one last time at Fontaine and noticed the poster of Einstein in the background. He glanced one last time at the poster before
leaving the room and getting a funny feeling in his stomach.
Fontaine followed the colonel to the outside access hatch which they used to enter. The rest of the team was assembled there and Barnes stepped up to
the colonel snapping a quick salute.
“Colonel, I can’t raise the captain on the radio, there seems to be something blocking the signal.”
“From inside the complex?”
“How can that be, I just used it not more than a minute ago.”
“Try and get a fix on what’s blocking the signal, me and Fontaine will go and try the transmitter on the bridge.”
Fontaine and the colonel walked down the metal grid plank across the main decks, then up the stairs. On the way they saw several signs pointing out
that the bridge was on deck C.
So they moved to deck C. On deck C they found crew quarters and the bridge. There wasn’t much left of the bridge, a lot of it had rusted out for
some reason while the rest of the ship remained in good shape except for the outer hull strangely enough.
Bad news however, as the radio was completely destroyed.
“Colonel, you better get down here, there’s something strange going on.”
“What is it private?”
“You had better just get down here, and check this out for yourself.”
Once again, Fontaine and the colonel walked back down the stairs across the metal grid and to the awaiting team.
“We tried to get a fix on what was blocking our signals, it seems to be that there is a very large electromagnetic field surrounding most parts of the
ship” “At first I thought it was an old shield generator, but it is much too strong for that, without a doubt, that is what is blocking our
Fontaine reached up to scratch his chin, when he noticed he had a stubble of a beard growing there. That’s weird he thought, I just shaved this
morning. Giving no more attention to it, he got back to thinking on their mission.
“Anything worth salvaging?” “Fuel, equipment supplies, anything?” The colonel asked still keeping his mind on the mission while cutting off Barnes.
“Nah, this place was picked clean long before we got here.” Johnson, another marine, said stepping in front of Barnes.
“We gotta figure out how to get a signal to the Maine to get the umbilical across again and get off this pile.” The colonel said.
“No chance of that sir, main power has been down for years.”
“Then how is the electromagnetic shield still operational?”
“Some alternate power source we couldn’t get a lock on.”
“What about a shuttle bay?’
“None, only the docking clamps, which are out of date and service anyway.”
“get back to work then, get me if you come up on something.”
It had been over four hours since last contact with his crew still on board the Seros, and the captain was getting impatient. All attempts to get
back inside the Seros had been unsuccessful, the only way was to blast a hole inside the ship. The Seros however was not a battlecruiser and wouldn’t
survive the powerful deck cannons, so that option was taken out of consideration.
“What have the last perimeter scans revealed?”
“Nothing sir, a large object on the opposite side of the Seros, it was presumed to be part of the Seros itself “
“We did a sweep of the Seros and came up with a few interesting things however.” “The ship has a large amount of radiation emanating from its center.
The reason we can’t talk to the marines is due to a large electromagnetic field around the hull of the ship. The radiation could start to seriously
harm the crew if they don’t get out of there soon.”
“How long do they have? “ The captain asked.
“About another four hours before they start getting serious damage.”
“One more thing, as you know, shield systems were experimented with a few years ago and they couldn’t get them to work. I talked to the chief
engineer, and he said that even the deck guns wouldn’t be able to penetrate that shield.”
“Lets check out that object. Half impulse power, reverse.”
The ship slowly moved back as the humming and the rattling of the decks started up again. The umbilical was retracted to the ship, and the Maine was
The ship made a slow right, then a left. Then stopped. And the captain stared.