Sytems Alert!
Sectors 423E and 416A sustaining heavy damage. Quantitative results show maximum output in sectors 12 and 32 will be at critical within one minute forty two seconds. “Give me the analysis of the internal catalyst system pronto Beefie” Cheyenne yelled at the on board computer assistant. As he hurried between the monitors, cans of crystal Pepsi and macadamia nuts flew about the engineering room causing Franklin to go into clean-up mode with vengeance.
“Don’t worry about the goddamn snacks Franklin! And get on that overview to see what in the hell might be causing this.”
Franklin scurried away; grasping any nut he could while apologetically explaining that if the snacks were to invade any manual systems he was not to blame. Cheyenne grabbed the COM mic.
“Listen up ladies, were in for some bumpy waters so hold onto something and make sure its not connected to anything that looks important.” “I’m not quite sure what the fuck is going on outside but I'm working on stabilizing the internal gravity field so we can get ourselves out of this mess.”
Hull breach. Hull breach. Imminent death, two minutes and twenty-three seconds. Initiating evacuation sequence in 5,….4,…..3,…..”Hold that thought Beefie, I’ve got a plan!”
Cheyenne ran over to the controls and begin meticulously pushing sequences into the main boards repair system. Within a split second the hull breach had been repaired. Cheyenne wiped away the sweat from his brow thinking he had just saved the crew from a lovely stroll into outer space. What he didn’t know was whatever Franklin was looking at had just made its way on board.
“Oh sir, I think you should have a look at this.”
“Don’t worry about the goddamn snacks Franklin! And get on that overview to see what in the hell might be causing this.”
Franklin scurried away; grasping any nut he could while apologetically explaining that if the snacks were to invade any manual systems he was not to blame. Cheyenne grabbed the COM mic.
“Listen up ladies, were in for some bumpy waters so hold onto something and make sure its not connected to anything that looks important.” “I’m not quite sure what the fuck is going on outside but I'm working on stabilizing the internal gravity field so we can get ourselves out of this mess.”
Hull breach. Hull breach. Imminent death, two minutes and twenty-three seconds. Initiating evacuation sequence in 5,….4,…..3,…..”Hold that thought Beefie, I’ve got a plan!”
Cheyenne ran over to the controls and begin meticulously pushing sequences into the main boards repair system. Within a split second the hull breach had been repaired. Cheyenne wiped away the sweat from his brow thinking he had just saved the crew from a lovely stroll into outer space. What he didn’t know was whatever Franklin was looking at had just made its way on board.
“Oh sir, I think you should have a look at this.”
posted by CheyenneWay @ 3:07 AM
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I love how you talk to the ship as a person and call it Beefie, no less. Har!
A man in harmony with his tools! Superfly - who's next?!
I'm afraid to write. Maybe tommorow I'll have a couple drinks and give it a try.
Go for it matey!
I'm looking forward to it, anthony! As the Captain said, give it a whirl! Only he said it differently.
i was a bit nervous myself and then i realized i only had to write as much as i wanted to. a few short paragraphs got me all excited and i was able to spit out this littel entry.
As much or as little as you feel like. A few lines, a paragraph or just an idea that someone else can expand on. Anything goes, but have a go!
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