I know its been a while, and actually it wont be again but here's something awesome. I know NASA is plagued with federal red tape from here to the moon but there must be ways around it. Also the next book about post apocalyptic earth and Cockat00 is actually starting to take shape.
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Horseshoe Bay 3
So I had finished writing the engineer portion of the character introductions which was originally going to be part three, but as soon as I started part 4 the doctor I immediately changed gears and decided to put it out first. I really like this intro as for the first time you really see some personality shining through. So here ya go Part 3.
"Damnit to hell, “I cant work in these conditions. Rust everywhere, broken equipment, for god sake when was the last time the damn x-ray machine didn't irradiate someone half to death, not to mention there's no such thing as a decent...
The skinny doctor known to the officers as 'Papa-kitty' or 'doc' for most of the crew, picked up a tray of semi clean metal instruments and threw it against the wall of his small office. Almost almost sending a scalpel through the tail of his pet cat.
“May as well just grind up some mold growing in the kitchen and hand it out in pill form.”
“First off there’s no mold in the kitchen, and second would that really work?” asked Valkyrie. Who had perched himself against the half open hatchway just in time for the doctor's little show of affection.
“What, oh! Hey!”
Valkyrie opened the hatch the rest of the way and entered the office.
“Having a bit of a bad day are we?” Valk asked setting his clipboard down on the examination chair.
“Oh its probably not that, bad I'm just exhausted, didn’t sleep worth a shit last night, you know how it is.” Doc said.
“Guess so, only I know for a fact you haven’t slept a decent night in months, think all this might be getting to ya?” Valkyrie.
“Hhaaaaaaaaa” he exhausted a long drawn out sigh. I'm probably just bored, for god sake today I treated a shipmate for a damn sprained wrist, that he apparently got while playing guitar hero. Pssh!”
“What about your plants, don't those keep ya busy, how's that little vegetable garden you call medicine doing?”
Papp-akitty noticeably perked up.“Actually not bad I mean with the light rations so low right now its hard to get real fast growth but they’re comin along quite nicely. But then again they do the growing themselves while I sit here and fix hangnails.”
“Ha Ha, I thought you were supposed to be a doctor or something, not a florist.” Valkyrie muttered under a laugh.
“Why can't I be both.”
“Alright doc I'm ending the conversation right here.” He said under another chuckle. “If you want excitement I've got some for ya, cap needs volunteers for a supply run, and having a medic with the group would certainly make finding more volunteers easier. Plus extra rati..”
“Are you kidding sign me up... Wait I get a gun right." Doc.
“Ummm of course, no one leaves the ship with ought a side arm.” Valkyrie.
“Screw that, If I'm headed out there I want a big gun, not some wimpy little pistol, I've seen first hand what those raiders can do!”
“Tell ya what, you sign up and Ill make sure you have the largest gun you can carry.”
“That's more like it!”
“Put your name here Papa.” Valk handed the clipboard to the doctor. “You know your the strangest man I know, the florist doctor who carries a rocket launcher, some one ought to write a book about you.”
"Damnit to hell, “I cant work in these conditions. Rust everywhere, broken equipment, for god sake when was the last time the damn x-ray machine didn't irradiate someone half to death, not to mention there's no such thing as a decent...
The skinny doctor known to the officers as 'Papa-kitty' or 'doc' for most of the crew, picked up a tray of semi clean metal instruments and threw it against the wall of his small office. Almost almost sending a scalpel through the tail of his pet cat.
“May as well just grind up some mold growing in the kitchen and hand it out in pill form.”
“First off there’s no mold in the kitchen, and second would that really work?” asked Valkyrie. Who had perched himself against the half open hatchway just in time for the doctor's little show of affection.
“What, oh! Hey!”
Valkyrie opened the hatch the rest of the way and entered the office.
“Having a bit of a bad day are we?” Valk asked setting his clipboard down on the examination chair.
“Oh its probably not that, bad I'm just exhausted, didn’t sleep worth a shit last night, you know how it is.” Doc said.
“Guess so, only I know for a fact you haven’t slept a decent night in months, think all this might be getting to ya?” Valkyrie.
“Hhaaaaaaaaa” he exhausted a long drawn out sigh. I'm probably just bored, for god sake today I treated a shipmate for a damn sprained wrist, that he apparently got while playing guitar hero. Pssh!”
“What about your plants, don't those keep ya busy, how's that little vegetable garden you call medicine doing?”
Papp-akitty noticeably perked up.“Actually not bad I mean with the light rations so low right now its hard to get real fast growth but they’re comin along quite nicely. But then again they do the growing themselves while I sit here and fix hangnails.”
“Ha Ha, I thought you were supposed to be a doctor or something, not a florist.” Valkyrie muttered under a laugh.
“Why can't I be both.”
“Alright doc I'm ending the conversation right here.” He said under another chuckle. “If you want excitement I've got some for ya, cap needs volunteers for a supply run, and having a medic with the group would certainly make finding more volunteers easier. Plus extra rati..”
“Are you kidding sign me up... Wait I get a gun right." Doc.
“Ummm of course, no one leaves the ship with ought a side arm.” Valkyrie.
“Screw that, If I'm headed out there I want a big gun, not some wimpy little pistol, I've seen first hand what those raiders can do!”
“Tell ya what, you sign up and Ill make sure you have the largest gun you can carry.”
“That's more like it!”
“Put your name here Papa.” Valk handed the clipboard to the doctor. “You know your the strangest man I know, the florist doctor who carries a rocket launcher, some one ought to write a book about you.”
Horseshoe Bay II
I'm proud to say that after a few months of playing and writing my longer story its nearing completion and I will be releasing them periodic eposode format so with ought further a due here is the long awaited boring part two. Mind some of these are not the final versions but are close.
“Alright,” Cockat00 said under a drawn ought sigh, holding his head up toward the just only visible ruins of the old world under the last light of day. “Until tomorrow you magnificent bastard”. A gate sentry closed the hatch illuminating the dark passage with the tell tale red glow of any submarine, and proceeded down the ladder.
“I’m tired Valk, tell the officers no cribbage tonight, I’ll be in my cabin if anyone needs me.”I want the names of those volunteers in the morning. Oh and make sure Peptide has a runabout ready for them.”
Elsewhere in the ship the last few of functional servers hummed with use.
”Actually they’re strained under the workload, It’s amazing they’re running at all.” Nolte said.”I mean considering we haven’t had an overhaul or real replacement parts in months."
“Yeah cap says you’ll be getting those parts soon he’s’ getting together a resupply party and I’m in charge of getting it ready. I need a birthday list of everything you need in here I’m not guaranteeing you’l get everything on it but hell it’s a start for the guys going out.”
“Whose goin?” Nolte spit a brown stream of dip into a half full Perrier Bottle.
Don’t know yet, just started taking names and right now it’s only volunteers. Valkyrie put on his bargain face. “Extra game time rations for those that sign up.”
Nolte started laughing "Oh yeah extra game time does us allot of good when you don’t come back at all and end up in some fiends croc pot.”
“Well your chipper today.”
“I haven’t slept in two days, trying to keep these servers goin, why don’t you come back when you have some parts for me.”
Valkyrie “Fair enough, cap’n says no cards tonight, get some sleep why don’t ya. Your gonna need it.”
Nolte snuffeled and twisted off some screws opening the side of a loud server.
Valkyrie “Suit yourself then.”
“Make sure they bring back good parts this time, the last party brought me a load of half broken shit.”
Valkyrie lifted the dog handles on the door preparing to leave.
“What I really need is a shower.” Nolte mumbled under his voice as the large first officer closed the hatch sealing the cool room to itself. “Bring back some god damn new parts that work.” He yelled as the large steel door swung shut.
“Alright,” Cockat00 said under a drawn ought sigh, holding his head up toward the just only visible ruins of the old world under the last light of day. “Until tomorrow you magnificent bastard”. A gate sentry closed the hatch illuminating the dark passage with the tell tale red glow of any submarine, and proceeded down the ladder.
“I’m tired Valk, tell the officers no cribbage tonight, I’ll be in my cabin if anyone needs me.”I want the names of those volunteers in the morning. Oh and make sure Peptide has a runabout ready for them.”
Elsewhere in the ship the last few of functional servers hummed with use.
”Actually they’re strained under the workload, It’s amazing they’re running at all.” Nolte said.”I mean considering we haven’t had an overhaul or real replacement parts in months."
“Yeah cap says you’ll be getting those parts soon he’s’ getting together a resupply party and I’m in charge of getting it ready. I need a birthday list of everything you need in here I’m not guaranteeing you’l get everything on it but hell it’s a start for the guys going out.”
“Whose goin?” Nolte spit a brown stream of dip into a half full Perrier Bottle.
Don’t know yet, just started taking names and right now it’s only volunteers. Valkyrie put on his bargain face. “Extra game time rations for those that sign up.”
Nolte started laughing "Oh yeah extra game time does us allot of good when you don’t come back at all and end up in some fiends croc pot.”
“Well your chipper today.”
“I haven’t slept in two days, trying to keep these servers goin, why don’t you come back when you have some parts for me.”
Valkyrie “Fair enough, cap’n says no cards tonight, get some sleep why don’t ya. Your gonna need it.”
Nolte snuffeled and twisted off some screws opening the side of a loud server.
Valkyrie “Suit yourself then.”
“Make sure they bring back good parts this time, the last party brought me a load of half broken shit.”
Valkyrie lifted the dog handles on the door preparing to leave.
“What I really need is a shower.” Nolte mumbled under his voice as the large first officer closed the hatch sealing the cool room to itself. “Bring back some god damn new parts that work.” He yelled as the large steel door swung shut.
HORSESHOE BAY
Here is a beginning of a project I've been working on. Mind its still in beta but I figured you would all like a taste.
“We're receiving unconfirmed reports the presidents of France, Russia, and the United States, along with the Prime Minister of England and Chairman of China are collaborating to launch their nuclear weapons towards”......
“Authorities are urging everyone to seek shelter as low as possible. If your near a cave system please get to”.....
“Notre Père, qui es aux cieux, que ton nom soit sanctifié, que ton règne vienne, que ta volonté soit faite” …..
“Please Stand by, and for now, God help us all.”
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After the failure of the Willis missions, as a last desperate act, the leaders of the world agreed to send the earths entire nuclear arsenal towards the the comet, in an attempt to alter the it's trajectory.
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“Dammit,” Cockat00 said, crushing the empty pack of cigarettes in his hand “Last one for a while.”
He struck the home made match on the solid steel hatch, and carefully joined the flame to the crooked stick. The sun rarely showed its rays through the thick nuclear dust clouds, but he looked west anyway hoping for a glimmer of light. A small breeze caught the crushed discarded pack and blew it around in small circles. Somewhere in the distance the sound of sporadic gunfire broke the silence.
“Raiders probly,” A voice from behind, his number two in command a heavier set man named Valkyrie. “Sir we need to close up for the night.”
“Just a moment,” Cockat00 said. Taking a longer drag to ensure no tobacco went to waste. He flicked the butt over the rail into the cold water below bouncing off the faded white numbers 739.
“You know we had three more hard drives fail today.” Valkyrie.
“Yeah I know, I read the report.” Cockat00.
“At this rate well be out of replacements within the better part of a month.” Valkyrie.
“Again I know.” The gentle waves broke lightly off the side of the submarine.
“Sometimes I just wish the damn thing would have hit us dead on and put an end to it all. “Start taking names for a landing party, extra game time rations for those who volunteer, and get Dalek to draw up a list of possible sites mot likely to produce parts.”
“We're receiving unconfirmed reports the presidents of France, Russia, and the United States, along with the Prime Minister of England and Chairman of China are collaborating to launch their nuclear weapons towards”......
“Authorities are urging everyone to seek shelter as low as possible. If your near a cave system please get to”.....
“Notre Père, qui es aux cieux, que ton nom soit sanctifié, que ton règne vienne, que ta volonté soit faite” …..
“Please Stand by, and for now, God help us all.”
----------------
After the failure of the Willis missions, as a last desperate act, the leaders of the world agreed to send the earths entire nuclear arsenal towards the the comet, in an attempt to alter the it's trajectory.
----------------
“Dammit,” Cockat00 said, crushing the empty pack of cigarettes in his hand “Last one for a while.”
He struck the home made match on the solid steel hatch, and carefully joined the flame to the crooked stick. The sun rarely showed its rays through the thick nuclear dust clouds, but he looked west anyway hoping for a glimmer of light. A small breeze caught the crushed discarded pack and blew it around in small circles. Somewhere in the distance the sound of sporadic gunfire broke the silence.
“Raiders probly,” A voice from behind, his number two in command a heavier set man named Valkyrie. “Sir we need to close up for the night.”
“Just a moment,” Cockat00 said. Taking a longer drag to ensure no tobacco went to waste. He flicked the butt over the rail into the cold water below bouncing off the faded white numbers 739.
“You know we had three more hard drives fail today.” Valkyrie.
“Yeah I know, I read the report.” Cockat00.
“At this rate well be out of replacements within the better part of a month.” Valkyrie.
“Again I know.” The gentle waves broke lightly off the side of the submarine.
“Sometimes I just wish the damn thing would have hit us dead on and put an end to it all. “Start taking names for a landing party, extra game time rations for those who volunteer, and get Dalek to draw up a list of possible sites mot likely to produce parts.”
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