Samantha watched out from inside of her lifepod as thousands of stars glimmered in her eyes. She couldn't move, could speak, couldn't do anything but watch and think. She was passing through a blueish looking nebula that she recognized, it's beauty was unsurpassed to her, but it was not the reason she remembered it. The view suddenly became filled with an incredibly large ship, the name of the ship was faded in her memory. She watched as a tractor beam pulled her in and suddenly she was racing through the bowels of the ship alongside pieces of asteriods that were ripe with metals. She was sorted out away from them by a seperate claw which brought her up onto a deck full of men in grey coats with tags on their shoulders. Again, the tags were faded and she could not remember the letters or words, but she could hear them as her pod was set down on a table.
She stared out of the pod at the men, one of them had a goatee and was bald, the other two seemed insignificant as they left the room moments later. The man pressed a few buttons on the side of her pod and it opened with a loud hiss sound.
"Ripe for the picking, check her levels." She heard the voice off in the distance and watched as the man ran a scanner over her body.
"A large percentage of her blood has fused with the cryo gel. Weren't you waiting for a less percent like you did with the last one?" Samantha still could not move, the air was burning hot however on her skin. She wanted to scream out but could not.
"There was not enough in the last one and she was too old for her own good. We had to dispose of her." The bald man leaned forward and looked directly into her eyes. "Her daughter should do just fine."
"Do you hear that? You'll get to pilot your own ship. Your very own." The bald man pressed a few more buttons and the pod began to lean foward. Samantha gazed into a pit that was at her feet, full of a redish looking liquid. She couldn't move and could only feel the liquid seep into her skin.
Samantha woke up with sweat on her forehead and hands, gripping the sheets in her hands. She thought that her hallucinations would be over, or was this an actual memory?
OOC: Before i begin to write more I'd hope to get alittle feedback. Not sure whether i'm going to stop this story here or continue as a large number of the people here will not like the way it's heading. I'm ending my writing in this topic here and if i write more i'll post a new thread with a different title so if you've enjoyed the story so far, then look for it. I'm not sure if i'm supposed to ask for critisism here in the RP forum so if not, inform me and i guess i'll go make another topic for it. My plans for the next part of the story involves the battleship 'flametongue' under the tag eyes of the hunter so if you have interacted with or do interact with, i may ask your permission to place the scenario in my story. Anyhow, that's all i got to say for now.
Personaly, I think this is a fine story. Please, continue to write it!
As for not wanting to continue, that's not really up to us. If you want to post it, go ahead. Nobody here can stop you (Unless they're a mod, and ours are fairly neutral in their verdicts. :) ). Your decision in the final run.
This is the real true story of rock and roll; it was not about anything more then, how to live your life, as a gangster, in sartorial splendor, and turning the world into a place where normality would never return again...- Malcolm McLaren
Ohh yes I must say I have enjoyed this story thoroughly and I must also say its the only story I have kept up with since it was begun.... sorry people its true I just really liked this one!
And I dont care where you go from here I am still going to follow it
Stupid PC can no longer handle the Disco mod.... sutpid PC....
Hey, I already told one of the PK that this is an excellent story! I remembered Sanguine Frozen Boy and Eyes of the Angel before I saw them ingame because of this story.
Please, reconsider the decision to even consider not finishing it!
Am I making any sense? Hmm, maybe the Cardamine containment breach effect didn't wear out completely :crazy:
A really good story IMHO. Please continue.
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor