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 Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 6:03 pm
~Prolog: A Lost Signal~ The Hall Of The Firefly Class Transport ship were silent. Nothing moved but the engines, causeing a low rumbled, of metalic clicks and pings as it kept the ship alive and moving. The crew was gone, the ship on auto-pilot. It drifted through space, its heading; Miranda. The ship was a passanger class. It move slowly, and showed no sign of anyone moving about. The cockpit held one person. A male. His body hanging from the ceiling; Skined. The control panel for the ship covered in his blood, and maybe somebody else's. The lower deck, the crews' rooms, and the passanger halls were covered in blood, and the past screams still echoing in the walls. A low slow beep echoed from a cabin. On the wall, a transmission button. It beeped slowly, and indifferently. It showed no sign of care for what had happened to its masters, or why. It only beeped, watching the blackness known as space for anyone that cared to answer its call. And so it waited. For as long as time allowed. Its not been so long now, a year or two passed. The button's beep no longer calls out for anyone. It has long since given up. the button wasn't all it was though, it was the ship itself. It had watched, and seen what had taken place, and ever since waited. Noone ever came. The men from before, the ones who came to kill, re-visited the ship from now and then. Checking to see if anyone had came borad to check on the call. Noone had.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 7:54 pm
~Chapter One: A Singal In The Dark~ A small ship moved across the vast open space, of space. The side read, "Fargo - Space Movers". A man with an eye patch over his left eye sat in the comand deck of the ship. His right eye closed. He was leaned back in his chair, his filthly looking black hair matted over his face. He snored rather loudly. A red light came on, spinning around the room, shortly followed by an alerm. Bill, the man at the helm sat up quickly. His hands on the wheel. He looked at the radar and saw that there was aship, long since given up on drifting aimlessly in front of them. He pulled the intercom link to him and spoke. His voice low and gruff as he did. "CAPTAIN! ANYONE! A SHIP HAS ENTERED RANG!", he said. He flipped some buttons, 'causeing the ship's lights to come on and waking the crew. A man in nothing but boxers layed in his bed next to a female, drool coming from the side of his mouth. He groaned as the lights came on and Bill's voice shouted over the intercom. Grant, the captain groaned louder. "Watch out baby..", he said getting up. A woman nodded slowly as she moved for him to get out of bed. Grant stood and yanwed stretching. He smiled at the beautiful young girl in his bed. She was "shipment" that was to be taken to their destenation. Grant was about thirty-seven, and the girl had to be atlest twenty or seven-teen; She was being sold as a slave to a rich man, as his pleasure slave. She had begged Grant to be her first, so she wouldn't have to cry during the first time with her new owner. He was over fifty. He smiled and climbed a flight of stairs to the main deck, then another flight of stairs to the cockpit. Bill smiled and nodded to Grant. Grant nodded back and said, "What is it Bill?". Grant's voice was soft and kind. Bill smiled and pointed at the radar, "We got a ship sending a distress singal out. Its been running for awhile now, like three or two years.", he stated. Grant nodded and walked to the edge of the stairs to go back to his room. "Atlest an hour before we reach them.", Bill said. Grant nodded and said, "Okay then, tell us when we get there.", he said walking out and then to his room again. Bill smiled, "AYE CAPTAIN!", he said. He went back to work getting ready for when they reached the ship.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 10:00 pm
~Chapter Two: Reavers~ Grant stood before three people, a girl, and two men. Bill sat beside Grant smiling happily. Grant looked at the girl, she had long red hair and green eyes. Jewel. He looked at the first male, he had no hair, a tattoo of a naked woman on his head and blue eyes. Jack. Then the last male. Mike. His brown eyes watched Grant's. His short cut brown hair was smoothly brushed back. Grant smiled; He was proud of his crew. "We have a distress call from a firefly class ransport ship. Its low, so its been three years. No doubt theres noone on borad, only junk. We're going to see what we can take. They might have been attacked by Reavers, or Alliance. We'll see.", he smiled and looked at Bill. "Yes sir.", Bill replyed. He stood as Grant took his seat. Bill said, "Heres the deal, we're going to borad, no sign of life has been detected, and so we will use suits. We can't take the risk of the life support.", he turned and typed in a code, it brung a map up of the ship. "Heres the ship. Nothng in the data base can find anything on it. Its an unknown ship. All we know, is that it might have valubles on borad.", Bill smirked. Jewel stood at the window of the cockpit, her green eyes traced the stars, watching, waiting. Mike walked up to her, he put his arm around her waist and smiled, "Its gonna be fun.", he said with a smile. Jewel looked up at him, he eyes stareing into his. She loved the way his brown eyes seemed to go on forever. Mike leand in and kissed her lips, she moaned in joy as she put her arms around him. They were going to be marryed in a week or two. The docking bay door attached to the Firefly and the men and woman stood there, in their space suits. Ready. The door opened, nothing changed. They waited for the preasure to change but it didn't. "Okay..we can take the suits off.", Grant stated with a smile. They nodded and stepped abored the ship in their normal cloths. ((to go on))
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 10:57 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 1:21 pm
It's not bad, but you should probably run it through spellcheck
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