Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Raw footage, 2
8:26 PM | Posted by
Warwriter Widow
Bagar was a class B star, and the fourth planet in its orbit contained a colony from Indiana, a planet merely five light-years away. The natives of Bagar Four were considered pacifist, and the colony was under a bubble, not allowed to interact with the natives in any way. That didn't stop the diplomats, or those that wanted to be.
Rusty arrived at the shuttle bay, along with Captain Zill Grey, Navigator Chen, and Tech Moreau. Moreau was nicknamed "Billychon", a certain species of fruit from the Gelise system that looked and smelled horrible on the outside, but was sweet and tender on the inside. Billychon acted gruff, seemed perpetually angry, but was always good in a fight.
Rusty took a spot toward the rear of the shuttle, manning its engines. The shuttle roared to life and the four-man crew headed down to the planet surface. Grey tried all the frequencies until he finally got an automated response which allowed him to open the bay doors into the bubble of the city.
Grey kept his communications open in two ways: both in his ear and in his mind. He was in constant communication with the ship due to an implant that only he had, as it was too much money to outfit all the members of his crew with it. He kept the one in his ear as an outward manifestation of the implant, to make others think that was his only communication link. The others had their communication links in their ears as well.
"Take a gun," Grey commanded the three men. Rusty took a hand-held laser, and stopped to take a small dagger, mostly because he saw it in his field of visions. The three men flanked the captain as he opened the shuttle door.
They came face to face with a rotund robot who stood right outside the door. "Any repairs required," the robot said flatly.
"Negative," replied Grey. "Where is your controller?"
"Above," the robot responded, as its visual apparatus pointed upward. Rusty followed its gaze to see a large command center directly above them. Rusty saw some robots running around from place to place, moving things from one area of the bay to another.
"It's too quiet," said Chen. "There's no humans working down here."
"Maybe they don't have any," Moreau said.
Rusty arrived at the shuttle bay, along with Captain Zill Grey, Navigator Chen, and Tech Moreau. Moreau was nicknamed "Billychon", a certain species of fruit from the Gelise system that looked and smelled horrible on the outside, but was sweet and tender on the inside. Billychon acted gruff, seemed perpetually angry, but was always good in a fight.
Rusty took a spot toward the rear of the shuttle, manning its engines. The shuttle roared to life and the four-man crew headed down to the planet surface. Grey tried all the frequencies until he finally got an automated response which allowed him to open the bay doors into the bubble of the city.
Grey kept his communications open in two ways: both in his ear and in his mind. He was in constant communication with the ship due to an implant that only he had, as it was too much money to outfit all the members of his crew with it. He kept the one in his ear as an outward manifestation of the implant, to make others think that was his only communication link. The others had their communication links in their ears as well.
"Take a gun," Grey commanded the three men. Rusty took a hand-held laser, and stopped to take a small dagger, mostly because he saw it in his field of visions. The three men flanked the captain as he opened the shuttle door.
They came face to face with a rotund robot who stood right outside the door. "Any repairs required," the robot said flatly.
"Negative," replied Grey. "Where is your controller?"
"Above," the robot responded, as its visual apparatus pointed upward. Rusty followed its gaze to see a large command center directly above them. Rusty saw some robots running around from place to place, moving things from one area of the bay to another.
"It's too quiet," said Chen. "There's no humans working down here."
"Maybe they don't have any," Moreau said.
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