Valkyrie continued his way through the only hatch connecting aft engineering section whichseparates the forward living and weapons sections. The humm of otherwise inaudible machinery instantly became apparent while the air around him instantly changed from a comfortable 60 degrees to an oil saturated 100 degrees.
Valk looked toward one of his shipmates working near the entrance.
"Spairo?" He shouted attempting to be heard above the loud ambiance.
He pointed down the corridor motioning to the control room.
A tall man Valkyrie proceeded down the passageway hunched over, weaving his head between pipes and cable conduits.
"Hey Quazi Motto, come on in." the muffled voice of Spairo came from behind thick walls of the radiation shielded room.
Valkyrie poked his head through the hatch, where relatively small girl stood poised over a series of gauges, dials, and digital readouts.
"How in gods name did you know I was coming, there’s no way you herd me over the turbine, and this room has no windows."
Spairo straightened herself up and patted the bicep of her old friend.
"A good engineer always knows what’s going on, as for how, that’s a little secret of mine."
"So what ya got for me, its not often you grace your presence back here?"
"More or less nothing, other then the fact were going out for supplies soon, need anything?"
"How about a case of old world brew?, oh wait even better how about a shiny new S8G reactor!"
"In your dreams" valk laughed. "What I'd give for a Cold Mountain Crest Lager. Although have you tried Doc's new concoction?
it will put some hair on your chest for sure."
"Not something I really need then is it?"
"Hey some guys like that sort of thing." The humm of the AC system instantly filled the otherwise awkward silence.
"Wow, Anywayayyy..." Spairo raised his voice just in time to change the subject. "About those supplies."
"Ha Ha, the look on your face"
"Oh no that's why we love ya." Spairo
So off the top of my head we could use any type of clean oil would be nice, Electrical wire at least 14gauge or better, oh any R114 coolant
or anything similar you can find were getting low. Are you going anywhere the NAVY base?"
"Don't know yet, were just getting the plan into action."
"Well let me know if you do, cuz I'll have one long list if you are.
"Tell ya what make that list up for me and We'll hand it off to the away team if they are."
"Fair enough."
"What should I tell Skip about his boat, how's she doin?" Valk.
"Well service air has a leak somewhere, and that electrical fire from last week is still causing grid issues. On second thought you tell my brother to get back here now and then haven't seen him in days."
"Will do, and I'll tell him, thanks Spairo."
"Anytime."
Cockat00's photostream
Well now I have to figure out some more css and find out why the flickr stream is broken in the interim.
Cockat00's photostream on Flickr.
Exactly how I feel
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.
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