So, today has been a great day. We are packing up all of our stuff to move. Let me tell you, The commander and the Diva could use some downsizing. We have so much stuff that we hardly ever use. Oh well, it is what it is, I am in charge of packing and cleaning the Kitchen..... FUN!!! I have made it a fun little game, kind of like Cinderella, wash this, clean that, pack those, etc. I have been singing and dancing around the kitchen all day.... Yeah, right.
I did get a chance to go out to the Garage and work on "The Beast" today. Got some new Spark Plugs, Mirror's, Headlights, and Cab Lights. Now it looks like a Shiny new bucket of rust, ready to hit the trails this summer baby. Now I just need to go get it legal, that is the challenge, I got the exhaust done a few months ago, and The Beast sounds awesome. Might be a little too loud, we will see.
The Diva and The Alien have no toys at the moment, being that we packed them all up. They have resorted to other means of entertainment, The Aliens new favorite past time is to run up, punch me in the back of the legs, and then when I turn around to scowl at him he screams and punches at me and runs to his room. Reasonable. The Diva has taken a more sophisticated approach, she skips the punching and just goes right into screaming and running to her room.
I had sleep-overs with them over the last two days, Monday was Daddy's night with the Alien. We watched the Old-School Batman (Adam West) and he eventually fell asleep, so I came out to the living room and started to play, Mass Effect 2. I went back into his room and fell asleep on the worlds most uncomfortable couch. It was lovely.
Tuesday night was my sleep-over with the Diva. We watched Band Slam, did eachothers nails and hair, and she fell asleep on her bed. So, I came out and watched Bollywood movies with the Commander. Then like a genius, I pulled the worlds most uncomfortable couch into the Diva's room and fell asleep. Why, did I do that you may ask. I have packed up our Air Mattress. Now my back is hurting, and I am sleep deprived. Can't wait for tonight, sleeping in MY bed, I am even considering kicking the Commander out and making her sleep on the uncomfortable couch.
Anyway, I am now being beckoned to corral the kids, the Commander is going to kill them.
Timmy OUT!
About Me
- Tim Cannon
- Utah, United States
- This is where I will attempt to relay the symptoms of my delusion.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The Commander is going to hate me for this.
So, I have to tell you, and I am really laughing as I tell this story. The Commander already says that I owe her for this one. LOL, she is not at all pleased that I want to share this with the world, but sometimes, you just have to be embarrassed.
Ok, so the other day was Valentines, we did the usual, I got her flowers, and a Sobe. I would have gotten her Chocolates, but we are trying to diet, so no sweets for the Commander and I. Anyway, we spent the day with the Diva and the Alien, we had a good day. Then time came for us to put the kids to bed, we didn't really have a plan, so we did what we usually do, sat on the couch and turned on a movie.
Over the weekend, The Commander made me watch those sappy, Romantic Comedies. We went to see,
then we came home and watched
Well, I had enough with the chick flicks for the Valentines Day weekend. So, I convinced the Commander to watch a less than Romantic Movie.
So Monday night, I was flipping through our On Demand selection, and I came across a great Valentines Day movie.
Ok, so the other day was Valentines, we did the usual, I got her flowers, and a Sobe. I would have gotten her Chocolates, but we are trying to diet, so no sweets for the Commander and I. Anyway, we spent the day with the Diva and the Alien, we had a good day. Then time came for us to put the kids to bed, we didn't really have a plan, so we did what we usually do, sat on the couch and turned on a movie.
Over the weekend, The Commander made me watch those sappy, Romantic Comedies. We went to see,
No Strings Attached.
then we came home and watched
Life As We Know It.
So Monday night, I was flipping through our On Demand selection, and I came across a great Valentines Day movie.
My Soul To Take.
This movie was all that you could look for in a Romantic Comedy, Blood, guts, Gruesome Horror. It was Great. The Commander will most likely disagree, but I liked it quite a bit.
Now down to the funniest part of our Valentines Movie Experience. We were watching one of those really suspenseful parts, where the Killer is about to pop out and murder the hell out of some innocent victim. The suspense is building, I look over at the Commander and see that she is lifting her hand to cover her eyes. Suspense builds, Commander preparing with hand. Usually, the Commander starts this barrage of slapping against whatever part of my body is closest to her hand, and I usually just start to laugh at her. However, tonight, she was apparently, not aware of her surroundings and right as the big scary surprise came, she reaches up and slaps herself across the face.
Now, any good husband would immediately jump up and hug her and make sure she didn't give herself a concussion. I however, being as awesome as I am, rolled over and belted out a laugh that would wake the dead person that was so gruesomely murdered on the screen. I laughed so hard that she started to laugh, and all of my blasphemy was forgiven. I still laugh like a Jackal when I think about it. Thank you my love for providing us with endless entertainment.
Timmy OUT!!!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
The End!
Date: 23-976-18 G.F. (Galactic Foundation)
In Earth years it would be the year 8,476 A.D. however, the earth is no longer in the equation. Twelve years ago the Earth was swallowed by the Sun. Earth was abandoned long before its destruction. Forty-Five Years before the event, Human-kind realized the earth was destined to die when the Sun swallowed the planet Mercury. Preparations were made to abandon Earth in search of a new planet. The people of Earth realized the need for worldwide cooperation, and formed the United Republic of Earth.
The U.R.E quickly placed all of the world’s scientists into Laboratories with the best technologies, massive budgets, and endless possibilities. These brilliant Men and Women quickly discovered many of the tools necessary to travel into space with large ships and for unimaginably long distances. The U.R.E. also gathered the best and brightest engineers in the world and commissioned them to design and build the ships with the technologies the scientists created. The workload was massive, and they had less than twenty years to design and build the final products.
• 2,000 Scout Class Cutters (54 Personnel)
• 1,000 Armada Ships ( 173 Personnel)
• 400,000 Interstellar Liners (164 Personnel, 50,000 Passengers)
• 1,000 Transport Ships (87 Personnel, Capable of carrying 100,000 Tons)
As the Humans first launched into Space they had no clue what they were about to discover. After millions of miles traveled and fifteen long, hard years in space, the scout ship U.R.S. Pacific, was the most outlying ship in the fleet. Searching for any life, or Planets that could sustain life, the Pacific was accompanied by the Armada U.R.S. Cincinnati. The Cincinnati was the main docking station for the Pacific, and three other Scout ships.
Joshua Temple, who was an exceptionally skilled American astronaut, had been involved with NASA for many years before the U.R.E. was established. Temple was the Captain of the Pacific, he had taken over command the ship five years prior to this day. This was Temple's final voyage as Captain of the Pacific. The ship was fourteen hours away from the Cincinnati when they came across an anomaly in the vast nothingness, as they approached the anomaly they picked up on a gravitational pull. The pull was powerful and started to draw them into the anomaly.
“What is that?” asked Temple “Put the thrusters in full reverse.” “Aye Captain, full reverse now.” said the ships pilot, Ensign Vernon. . As the Pacific lurched backwards, engines straining to produce the power necessary to pull them out of the whirling cloud of space dust that lie in front of them. The hull started to pop, and creak, the Pacific suddenly lost all power and was sucked immediately into the cloud. The hull of the ship was pounding and twisting as they entered the cloud. Unsure what was going to happen to his crew, Capt. Temple attempted to contact the Cincinnati, however his communications had gone down in the power loss and the emergency generator was not producing any power.
Suddenly, everything went silent, the power returned to the ship. Bewildered, Capt. Temple pulled up his com station, "Attention, crew members; it appears that we have been pulled into some sort of vortex. Everybody check your stations, I need a Sit-rep. Captain Temple out." From the Engineer deck squawked the com box in front of Capt. Temple, "Bridge, this is First Lieutenant Scully, Engine 1 and core 1 are damaged, we can only get 65% power out of it, the ship’s hull is slightly damaged, Sir. We can still fly, but we need to do some serious repairs."
"Roger that Scully." Replied Temple. "Do we have the ability to repair that engine in flight?"
"Negative, sir the core ruptured causing the bearings to overheat." Replied Scully "Luckily we contained the cores radiation, I will need to disassemble the engine in order to repair it."
"Dammit," Said Temple "How is our comm's, can we reach the Armada Cincinnati?"
"Negative, sir” A beautiful voice, with a smoky Australian accent, came over the intercom that belonged to Petty Officer Best. "It is as if there is interference from this cloud, sir"
"Thank you Pretty Officer," replied Temple, "does anyone know exactly what this is?"
Suddenly, Temple saw lights whipping by the windows of the ship, he stood up and walked over to the window. He stood next to the window and watched as everything around them flashed by so fast that it started to blur into one bright light. Shielding his eyes from the light, he stumbled back to the comm station. "Does anyone have any answers for what is going on?" he demanded.
The ship started to shudder and vibrate, slightly noticeable to the crew, it then grew more violent. Anything that was not already on the floor from the last event was now being thrown to the floor, against the walls, and even up to the ceiling. The ship started to pitch and roll uncontrollably.
"Level us out Vernon, do whatever you have to. Just keep us steady!" Demanded Temple.
"I am trying sir, my thrusters are ineffective, I am not able to control this." Replied Vernnon, "I am going to 50%
power on main engines, to try and control her, Captain."
As Vernon thrust the throttle lever forward, the ship rocketed forward. Forcing it's way through the cloud of gas and dust, finding themselves in the vast openness of space again. Suddenly all was quiet. "Shut her down Vernon, I need a damage report from all stations." Temple announced into the intercom.
"Sir, Engines are still operational, no new damages to report," replied Scully.
"Roger, how are the comms looking, Best?" Inquired Temple.
"Sir, the comm station is functional," replied Best "I am trying to hail the Cincinnati as we speak."
"Captain Temple!" announced the navigator, Petty Officer Cortez. "You really need to see what I have on my radar, Sir."
Temple, rushed over to the station that Cortez was occupying, as he looked at the radar his heart skipped a beat. The images that he was looking at could only be what the human's had imagined for millenia. He was looking at a fleet of ships, the smallest of which, was still larger than the ship he was commanding. He was looking at ships that were…. Alien.
“Cortez.” said Captain Temple, “We have found Aliens.”
“Captain, I have the Cincinnati on Comms,” Stated Best “They said they lost track of us, Sir.”
“Lost track?” Temple replied with a sense of shock “What do they mean lost track?”
“Sir, I have figured out our locUuuuuuation,” stated Cortez “I have triangulated our position, and it appears that we are 1.3 Million light years from the Cincinnati!”
“Say that again” said Temple.
“We are 1.3 Million Light years away from the Cincinnati, Sir” Repeated Cortez. “The only logical explanation sir is that we hit a worm-hole, a tunnel through space. Also, Sir, we have one of the unfamiliar ships approaching us.”
“Petty Officer Best, report back to the Cincinnati what we have found and our location.” ordered Temple “Cortez does that ship look friendly?”
“Vernon, prepare for evasive maneuvering, we don’t know what it is that they want.” said Temple.
Temple ran to his comm station and brought up a broadcast on all internal channels for the ship. “Attention crew of the Pacific, we are currently being approached by a ship. This ship is not one of our own, we are still unsure of their intent. Everyone needs to take to their stations and be prepared for anything. We have apparently traveled through a worm-hole and we are currently outside of range of the Cincinnati, they will not be able to offer us any support. I need everyone on the landing crew to suit up and get your weapons ready in case this is a hostile vessel, Temple out.”
The whole time he was announcing, Temple watched vigilantly as the ship crept ever closer, the indicators on the screen showed that the ship was less than five miles out. He was moving quickly, at his pace he will be on top of the Pacific in less than fifteen minutes. Temple stood in the center of the bridge motionless, terrified of what was coming. The curiosity and courage overpowered the other feelings, and Temple reached down to turn the comm station to broadcast on all external channels, in an attempt to reach the foreign craft.
“Attention, this is the U.R.S. Pacific; we are here in search of a habitable planet. We mean no harm.” Temple hung on the last word, wondering if his attempts were all in vain. “We have come here to learn from you what we can, and to attempt to share our civilization and customs with you.”
As the ship came within a mile, Temple ordered Vernon to power up the engines in case they needed to evacuate the area. Suddenly an indicator chimed and best came over the intercom. “Sir, we have an incoming transmission, it is noIt in any language that I have ever heard.” Petty Officer Best patched the transmission through to Temple’s console and it broadcast to him. “I can’t understand this,” said Temple “does it sound aggressive or threatening to you Best?”
Suddenly the message stopped and started again this time in English.
“Attention, we are the escort ship Ilsyium, we are the escort for this trade caravan. We mean you no harm. Do you need assistance?" At this time the escort ship had stopped half a mile from the Pacific. The broadcast started over again in what had to be an alien language, and continued to cycle over and again.
Temple hurriedly pulled up his communication console, and related to the escort ship. "We are from the planet Earth, or planet was destroyed by our sun. We are in search of a habitable Planet, we mean no harm, and yes, we do need help."
Temple reached into his jacket and pulled out a small flask. Contemplating for a moment, he unscrewed the lid and upturned the flask, drinking the whole contents. As the last drop of the Tennessee Sour Mash Whiskey left the flask, he winced at the burn in his throat. "This better be worth it." He said as he turned to Vernon, "That was the last of the good stuff; nobody can make whiskey like they did in Tennessee."
Suddenly the transmission from the alien ship stopped mid-sentence, Temple turned back to his communication console, and saw that another message was coming through. This time he broadcast it through the entire ship.
In a voice so deep and raspy it was almost inaudible; the message came through from the other ship.
"Hello," said the voice "my name is Commander Glaxius." The crew sat in awe as they heard this voice that was too low to be considered human, and wondered how this being could possibly know their language.
"We intend you no harm," said Glaxius "we have scanned your ship and found that you have a damaged engine. Do you need help fixing it?"
Temple stood astounded, searching desperately for the words he needed to say. With hundreds of questions racing through his head, Temple managed to find the words to reply.
"Commander Glaxius, this is Captain Temple. We have just traveled through, what we can only believe is a worm-hole, we sustained damage to our engine and power core during the jump. We believe that we have traveled 1.3 Million light years from our fleet." Temple paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. "We do need some assistance, and we have many questions." Temple stated, Closing his broadcast with "Captain Joshua Temple, U.R.S. Pacific, out."
Temple turned around and sat down in. his chair. Turning back to his console he waited the next transmission from Glaxius. "Petty Officer Best, I want you to record, and transmit the rest of these conversations to the Cincinnati," ordered Temple.
"Yes sir," replied Best, "the Cincinnati is also requesting a situation report sir."
Just then the speaker in front of Temple, came to life with another transmission from Glaxius.
"Captain Temple, we have two engineers onboard my ship, would they be able to board your ship, in order to look at your damaged engine?" Asked Glaxius, "I understand you may have.... Inhibitions, about letting us board your ship. It is against the laws of the Galactic Foundation, for us to harm an unidentified species, without first being attacked."
Captain Temple paused for a moment to address his crew.
"Attention crew of the Pacific, we are being offered help by an unidentified species. I am inclined to accept this offer, however, die to the gravity of this decision; I am opening this up to your input. Speak now if you have any opposition or concern."
The intercom lay silent, not one person on the ship voiced a concern. Slowly, Ensign Vernon turned to the captain and said. "Sir, we are stuck out here, the ship cannot handle another round of that wormhole."
"Crew," said Temple, "Thank you for your support in this decision. Landing crew, set up your defenses in the cargo bay, they will most likely be landing a shuttle in there. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment of truth, we are unarmed externally and we cannot out run them in the event of an attack. Stay sharp." Temple switched off the intercom, and flipped on his external broadcast.
"Commander Glaxius, we would appreciate the assistance, we are preparing or ship’s cargo area to dock your shuttle,” Said Temple.
"Hakluq, Antro get to the shuttle," barked Glaxius in his native tongue.
Glaxius sat in the command seat, of the run down, old, and filthy Class V Escort Ship. The console, however run down It may have seemed to the average onlooker, was still far more advanced technologically. The ship itself was a marvel of engineering in comparison to the Pacific. The big bulky ship was capable of speeds that were unimaginable to the human race. Out of the cargo hold of the Escort ship, Temple saw a small vessel exit the ship. There was no way that there could be more than three people on board judging by the size of the smaller ship.
As the jump ship approached Temple rang over the intercom, "Jump ship approaching, starboard side. Open the cargo bay, and be prepared." Temple ran down to the observation deck where he could watch over the cargo bay. He was still very unsure about all of this; alien races have always been thought to be hostile. Yet, here they are making the largest discovery in the history of Earth and their speculations could quite possibly be incorrect. The weight of the situation was almost unbearable.
Temple needed a moment to prepare his thoughts and prepare a proper welcome, the U.R.E. had created protocols for this type of instance, and however, these protocols are not going to be effective here. As the bay door to the cargo hold opened, the crew stood in amazement as they watched the fog clear as the oxygen was evacuated from the area. They had seen this hundreds of times, every time they found a rock in space large enough to house the population of what was once Earth, yet this time it had an ominous feeling about it. Temple stood in awe as the foreign ship approached the cargo hold, lining up with the landing pad the foreign ship moved into the bay and touched down gently on the landing pads markings. Temple gave the orders to close the cargo bay, as the doors closed sealing the foreign ship inside their vessel Temple noticed that the Jump ship was a simple design it looked to have no sort of armament. The jump ship was a muted grey, it had dirty, faded red stripes running down the sides of the ship. The symbol on the side was very intriguing; neither Temple nor the rest of the crew had seen anything like that in their recollection of Earth’s history. As the cargo bay oxygenated a green light flipped on and the alarm turned off, this was indicating that the bay could now be occupied by the personnel. Temple signaled the landing crew to advance into the Cargo hold and prepare for the arrival of their guests.
The doors on the jump ship popped outward and started to move upward as the Landing crew took their positions. As the doors reached their open position, they crew of the Pacific stood on edge waiting for what was about to exit the ship. Suddenly the saw a figure moving inside the cockpit of the jump ship, out of the ship came a small bodied figure. Temple observed as the being that looked like a short very skinny human exited the ship, this being was no more than four feet tall and could not possibly have weighed more than 70 pounds. He was wearing what appeared to be a respirator helmet; it had a dark shell with a large visor, and what looked like a filtered face guard. His suit was simple; it was dark leather, which fit very tightly, and it had pouches hanging off of it that carried all sorts of tools. The figure reached back into the ship and grabbed a large box, the box was twice the size of the figure and it appeared to be heavier than anything a human could move, especially alone, yet this figure moved it around without even straining. Following that, came the second figure, he seemed to be clumsier that the other, he was only a few inches taller and weighed about the same. As the second one exited the ship, he stumbled and fell crashing into the first figure. The first figure threw the box to the floor of the cargo bay, turned around and punched the second. In a language unfamiliar to Temple and his crew, the two figures started to yell; they pushed each other around and started to laugh.
As the figures finished grabbing their equipment from the ship they closed the doors and moved toward the landing crew, they stopped about five feet from the welcome crew and looked at the men standing there. They broke the awkward silence when the first figure, the shorter more graceful of the two, said.
“We come in peace, take me to your leader.”
He held up his right hand and fashioned a familiar sign from many movies that had been made on Earth about aliens. The second figure began to squawk and laugh at what had apparently been a joke, Temple quite relieved moved to the door for the cargo bay. Upon entering the cargo bay the first figure again broke the silence and said
“I see that your leader has come to us.” He chuckled with his barky type of laugh.
“Hello sir,” the first figure stated “you are Captain Temple I presume? My name is Haklug, I am the Lead Engineer for our ship the Ilsyium. This is Antro, my apprentice. We are of the species Loagdi and we are by nature a harmless people.“
TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!
In Earth years it would be the year 8,476 A.D. however, the earth is no longer in the equation. Twelve years ago the Earth was swallowed by the Sun. Earth was abandoned long before its destruction. Forty-Five Years before the event, Human-kind realized the earth was destined to die when the Sun swallowed the planet Mercury. Preparations were made to abandon Earth in search of a new planet. The people of Earth realized the need for worldwide cooperation, and formed the United Republic of Earth.
The U.R.E quickly placed all of the world’s scientists into Laboratories with the best technologies, massive budgets, and endless possibilities. These brilliant Men and Women quickly discovered many of the tools necessary to travel into space with large ships and for unimaginably long distances. The U.R.E. also gathered the best and brightest engineers in the world and commissioned them to design and build the ships with the technologies the scientists created. The workload was massive, and they had less than twenty years to design and build the final products.
• 2,000 Scout Class Cutters (54 Personnel)
• 1,000 Armada Ships ( 173 Personnel)
• 400,000 Interstellar Liners (164 Personnel, 50,000 Passengers)
• 1,000 Transport Ships (87 Personnel, Capable of carrying 100,000 Tons)
As the Humans first launched into Space they had no clue what they were about to discover. After millions of miles traveled and fifteen long, hard years in space, the scout ship U.R.S. Pacific, was the most outlying ship in the fleet. Searching for any life, or Planets that could sustain life, the Pacific was accompanied by the Armada U.R.S. Cincinnati. The Cincinnati was the main docking station for the Pacific, and three other Scout ships.
Joshua Temple, who was an exceptionally skilled American astronaut, had been involved with NASA for many years before the U.R.E. was established. Temple was the Captain of the Pacific, he had taken over command the ship five years prior to this day. This was Temple's final voyage as Captain of the Pacific. The ship was fourteen hours away from the Cincinnati when they came across an anomaly in the vast nothingness, as they approached the anomaly they picked up on a gravitational pull. The pull was powerful and started to draw them into the anomaly.
“What is that?” asked Temple “Put the thrusters in full reverse.” “Aye Captain, full reverse now.” said the ships pilot, Ensign Vernon. . As the Pacific lurched backwards, engines straining to produce the power necessary to pull them out of the whirling cloud of space dust that lie in front of them. The hull started to pop, and creak, the Pacific suddenly lost all power and was sucked immediately into the cloud. The hull of the ship was pounding and twisting as they entered the cloud. Unsure what was going to happen to his crew, Capt. Temple attempted to contact the Cincinnati, however his communications had gone down in the power loss and the emergency generator was not producing any power.
Suddenly, everything went silent, the power returned to the ship. Bewildered, Capt. Temple pulled up his com station, "Attention, crew members; it appears that we have been pulled into some sort of vortex. Everybody check your stations, I need a Sit-rep. Captain Temple out." From the Engineer deck squawked the com box in front of Capt. Temple, "Bridge, this is First Lieutenant Scully, Engine 1 and core 1 are damaged, we can only get 65% power out of it, the ship’s hull is slightly damaged, Sir. We can still fly, but we need to do some serious repairs."
"Roger that Scully." Replied Temple. "Do we have the ability to repair that engine in flight?"
"Negative, sir the core ruptured causing the bearings to overheat." Replied Scully "Luckily we contained the cores radiation, I will need to disassemble the engine in order to repair it."
"Dammit," Said Temple "How is our comm's, can we reach the Armada Cincinnati?"
"Negative, sir” A beautiful voice, with a smoky Australian accent, came over the intercom that belonged to Petty Officer Best. "It is as if there is interference from this cloud, sir"
"Thank you Pretty Officer," replied Temple, "does anyone know exactly what this is?"
Suddenly, Temple saw lights whipping by the windows of the ship, he stood up and walked over to the window. He stood next to the window and watched as everything around them flashed by so fast that it started to blur into one bright light. Shielding his eyes from the light, he stumbled back to the comm station. "Does anyone have any answers for what is going on?" he demanded.
The ship started to shudder and vibrate, slightly noticeable to the crew, it then grew more violent. Anything that was not already on the floor from the last event was now being thrown to the floor, against the walls, and even up to the ceiling. The ship started to pitch and roll uncontrollably.
"Level us out Vernon, do whatever you have to. Just keep us steady!" Demanded Temple.
"I am trying sir, my thrusters are ineffective, I am not able to control this." Replied Vernnon, "I am going to 50%
power on main engines, to try and control her, Captain."
As Vernon thrust the throttle lever forward, the ship rocketed forward. Forcing it's way through the cloud of gas and dust, finding themselves in the vast openness of space again. Suddenly all was quiet. "Shut her down Vernon, I need a damage report from all stations." Temple announced into the intercom.
"Sir, Engines are still operational, no new damages to report," replied Scully.
"Roger, how are the comms looking, Best?" Inquired Temple.
"Sir, the comm station is functional," replied Best "I am trying to hail the Cincinnati as we speak."
"Captain Temple!" announced the navigator, Petty Officer Cortez. "You really need to see what I have on my radar, Sir."
Temple, rushed over to the station that Cortez was occupying, as he looked at the radar his heart skipped a beat. The images that he was looking at could only be what the human's had imagined for millenia. He was looking at a fleet of ships, the smallest of which, was still larger than the ship he was commanding. He was looking at ships that were…. Alien.
“Cortez.” said Captain Temple, “We have found Aliens.”
“Captain, I have the Cincinnati on Comms,” Stated Best “They said they lost track of us, Sir.”
“Lost track?” Temple replied with a sense of shock “What do they mean lost track?”
“Sir, I have figured out our locUuuuuuation,” stated Cortez “I have triangulated our position, and it appears that we are 1.3 Million light years from the Cincinnati!”
“Say that again” said Temple.
“We are 1.3 Million Light years away from the Cincinnati, Sir” Repeated Cortez. “The only logical explanation sir is that we hit a worm-hole, a tunnel through space. Also, Sir, we have one of the unfamiliar ships approaching us.”
“Petty Officer Best, report back to the Cincinnati what we have found and our location.” ordered Temple “Cortez does that ship look friendly?”
“Vernon, prepare for evasive maneuvering, we don’t know what it is that they want.” said Temple.
Temple ran to his comm station and brought up a broadcast on all internal channels for the ship. “Attention crew of the Pacific, we are currently being approached by a ship. This ship is not one of our own, we are still unsure of their intent. Everyone needs to take to their stations and be prepared for anything. We have apparently traveled through a worm-hole and we are currently outside of range of the Cincinnati, they will not be able to offer us any support. I need everyone on the landing crew to suit up and get your weapons ready in case this is a hostile vessel, Temple out.”
The whole time he was announcing, Temple watched vigilantly as the ship crept ever closer, the indicators on the screen showed that the ship was less than five miles out. He was moving quickly, at his pace he will be on top of the Pacific in less than fifteen minutes. Temple stood in the center of the bridge motionless, terrified of what was coming. The curiosity and courage overpowered the other feelings, and Temple reached down to turn the comm station to broadcast on all external channels, in an attempt to reach the foreign craft.
“Attention, this is the U.R.S. Pacific; we are here in search of a habitable planet. We mean no harm.” Temple hung on the last word, wondering if his attempts were all in vain. “We have come here to learn from you what we can, and to attempt to share our civilization and customs with you.”
As the ship came within a mile, Temple ordered Vernon to power up the engines in case they needed to evacuate the area. Suddenly an indicator chimed and best came over the intercom. “Sir, we have an incoming transmission, it is noIt in any language that I have ever heard.” Petty Officer Best patched the transmission through to Temple’s console and it broadcast to him. “I can’t understand this,” said Temple “does it sound aggressive or threatening to you Best?”
Suddenly the message stopped and started again this time in English.
“Attention, we are the escort ship Ilsyium, we are the escort for this trade caravan. We mean you no harm. Do you need assistance?" At this time the escort ship had stopped half a mile from the Pacific. The broadcast started over again in what had to be an alien language, and continued to cycle over and again.
Temple hurriedly pulled up his communication console, and related to the escort ship. "We are from the planet Earth, or planet was destroyed by our sun. We are in search of a habitable Planet, we mean no harm, and yes, we do need help."
Temple reached into his jacket and pulled out a small flask. Contemplating for a moment, he unscrewed the lid and upturned the flask, drinking the whole contents. As the last drop of the Tennessee Sour Mash Whiskey left the flask, he winced at the burn in his throat. "This better be worth it." He said as he turned to Vernon, "That was the last of the good stuff; nobody can make whiskey like they did in Tennessee."
Suddenly the transmission from the alien ship stopped mid-sentence, Temple turned back to his communication console, and saw that another message was coming through. This time he broadcast it through the entire ship.
In a voice so deep and raspy it was almost inaudible; the message came through from the other ship.
"Hello," said the voice "my name is Commander Glaxius." The crew sat in awe as they heard this voice that was too low to be considered human, and wondered how this being could possibly know their language.
"We intend you no harm," said Glaxius "we have scanned your ship and found that you have a damaged engine. Do you need help fixing it?"
Temple stood astounded, searching desperately for the words he needed to say. With hundreds of questions racing through his head, Temple managed to find the words to reply.
"Commander Glaxius, this is Captain Temple. We have just traveled through, what we can only believe is a worm-hole, we sustained damage to our engine and power core during the jump. We believe that we have traveled 1.3 Million light years from our fleet." Temple paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. "We do need some assistance, and we have many questions." Temple stated, Closing his broadcast with "Captain Joshua Temple, U.R.S. Pacific, out."
Temple turned around and sat down in. his chair. Turning back to his console he waited the next transmission from Glaxius. "Petty Officer Best, I want you to record, and transmit the rest of these conversations to the Cincinnati," ordered Temple.
"Yes sir," replied Best, "the Cincinnati is also requesting a situation report sir."
Just then the speaker in front of Temple, came to life with another transmission from Glaxius.
"Captain Temple, we have two engineers onboard my ship, would they be able to board your ship, in order to look at your damaged engine?" Asked Glaxius, "I understand you may have.... Inhibitions, about letting us board your ship. It is against the laws of the Galactic Foundation, for us to harm an unidentified species, without first being attacked."
Captain Temple paused for a moment to address his crew.
"Attention crew of the Pacific, we are being offered help by an unidentified species. I am inclined to accept this offer, however, die to the gravity of this decision; I am opening this up to your input. Speak now if you have any opposition or concern."
The intercom lay silent, not one person on the ship voiced a concern. Slowly, Ensign Vernon turned to the captain and said. "Sir, we are stuck out here, the ship cannot handle another round of that wormhole."
"Crew," said Temple, "Thank you for your support in this decision. Landing crew, set up your defenses in the cargo bay, they will most likely be landing a shuttle in there. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment of truth, we are unarmed externally and we cannot out run them in the event of an attack. Stay sharp." Temple switched off the intercom, and flipped on his external broadcast.
"Commander Glaxius, we would appreciate the assistance, we are preparing or ship’s cargo area to dock your shuttle,” Said Temple.
"Hakluq, Antro get to the shuttle," barked Glaxius in his native tongue.
Glaxius sat in the command seat, of the run down, old, and filthy Class V Escort Ship. The console, however run down It may have seemed to the average onlooker, was still far more advanced technologically. The ship itself was a marvel of engineering in comparison to the Pacific. The big bulky ship was capable of speeds that were unimaginable to the human race. Out of the cargo hold of the Escort ship, Temple saw a small vessel exit the ship. There was no way that there could be more than three people on board judging by the size of the smaller ship.
As the jump ship approached Temple rang over the intercom, "Jump ship approaching, starboard side. Open the cargo bay, and be prepared." Temple ran down to the observation deck where he could watch over the cargo bay. He was still very unsure about all of this; alien races have always been thought to be hostile. Yet, here they are making the largest discovery in the history of Earth and their speculations could quite possibly be incorrect. The weight of the situation was almost unbearable.
Temple needed a moment to prepare his thoughts and prepare a proper welcome, the U.R.E. had created protocols for this type of instance, and however, these protocols are not going to be effective here. As the bay door to the cargo hold opened, the crew stood in amazement as they watched the fog clear as the oxygen was evacuated from the area. They had seen this hundreds of times, every time they found a rock in space large enough to house the population of what was once Earth, yet this time it had an ominous feeling about it. Temple stood in awe as the foreign ship approached the cargo hold, lining up with the landing pad the foreign ship moved into the bay and touched down gently on the landing pads markings. Temple gave the orders to close the cargo bay, as the doors closed sealing the foreign ship inside their vessel Temple noticed that the Jump ship was a simple design it looked to have no sort of armament. The jump ship was a muted grey, it had dirty, faded red stripes running down the sides of the ship. The symbol on the side was very intriguing; neither Temple nor the rest of the crew had seen anything like that in their recollection of Earth’s history. As the cargo bay oxygenated a green light flipped on and the alarm turned off, this was indicating that the bay could now be occupied by the personnel. Temple signaled the landing crew to advance into the Cargo hold and prepare for the arrival of their guests.
The doors on the jump ship popped outward and started to move upward as the Landing crew took their positions. As the doors reached their open position, they crew of the Pacific stood on edge waiting for what was about to exit the ship. Suddenly the saw a figure moving inside the cockpit of the jump ship, out of the ship came a small bodied figure. Temple observed as the being that looked like a short very skinny human exited the ship, this being was no more than four feet tall and could not possibly have weighed more than 70 pounds. He was wearing what appeared to be a respirator helmet; it had a dark shell with a large visor, and what looked like a filtered face guard. His suit was simple; it was dark leather, which fit very tightly, and it had pouches hanging off of it that carried all sorts of tools. The figure reached back into the ship and grabbed a large box, the box was twice the size of the figure and it appeared to be heavier than anything a human could move, especially alone, yet this figure moved it around without even straining. Following that, came the second figure, he seemed to be clumsier that the other, he was only a few inches taller and weighed about the same. As the second one exited the ship, he stumbled and fell crashing into the first figure. The first figure threw the box to the floor of the cargo bay, turned around and punched the second. In a language unfamiliar to Temple and his crew, the two figures started to yell; they pushed each other around and started to laugh.
As the figures finished grabbing their equipment from the ship they closed the doors and moved toward the landing crew, they stopped about five feet from the welcome crew and looked at the men standing there. They broke the awkward silence when the first figure, the shorter more graceful of the two, said.
“We come in peace, take me to your leader.”
He held up his right hand and fashioned a familiar sign from many movies that had been made on Earth about aliens. The second figure began to squawk and laugh at what had apparently been a joke, Temple quite relieved moved to the door for the cargo bay. Upon entering the cargo bay the first figure again broke the silence and said
“I see that your leader has come to us.” He chuckled with his barky type of laugh.
“Hello sir,” the first figure stated “you are Captain Temple I presume? My name is Haklug, I am the Lead Engineer for our ship the Ilsyium. This is Antro, my apprentice. We are of the species Loagdi and we are by nature a harmless people.“
TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!
The Beginning.
He woke up to the alarm of an incoming transmission, the shrill alarm was loud enough to scare the life out of anyone, yet he just slowly opened his eyes. As he opened his eyes he saw the familiar crisp white ceiling, the only flaw in the ceiling was one rivet that had come loose and fallen out. That rivet had fallen out so long ago that he couldn't remember when it happened, “I really need to fix that" he stated to himself in a rough hoarse voice. He slowly sat up in the bed as the alarm continued to sound, he shook off the sleep, and stretched his arms out.
"I will be right there," he shouted as if someone was able to hear him, "Be patient for hells sake."
The man stood up, and nearly hit his head on the ceiling. He had to have ceiling raised on the cabin, as this type of vessel was usually built for people shorter than he was. He had to have this ship though; none other in the galaxy were as fast and stealth as this one. He stretched one more time, and then made his way to his seat in the cockpit. He sat down and slammed his hand down onto a large button on the console, as that happened the alarm went silent. He pushed a button above his head and a beep sounded notifying him of the connection to the incoming transmission.
"Who is this and what do you want?" he barked at the receiver.
"Who do you think it is Victor." responded the caller, "I am the only one that wants to talk to you. You should ready be more pleasant; after all, I do pay you a lot of money."
"Hello Francis," Victor replied mockingly, "how are you doing today?"
"Just fine," replied Francis, "I have told you a thousand times to not call me Francis, my name is Frank. Anyway, I just got confirmation on that last job; your "thank you" has already been wired to the account, 100,000 Credits, as promised. Good work Victor."
Victor reached over to his keypad on his left, pressed some of the keys, and his account pulled up on the monitor above the keypad. "I see it," he responded, "What's next?"
"Well," said Frank, with a pause "I have two that you can choose from."
"How much do they pay?" asked Victor.
"This first one pays 85,000 Credits," responded Frank, "the second pays 50,000 Credits. Both are easy, observe and report, then terminate the target."
"I'll take both," responded Victor, "send me the files." He terminated the signal before Frank could respond.
Victor stood up from his seat; he walked through the bulkhead, past his cabin and into the galley. He stared at the processed dried rations he had aboard his ship, thinking how unappealing they looked.........
"I will be right there," he shouted as if someone was able to hear him, "Be patient for hells sake."
The man stood up, and nearly hit his head on the ceiling. He had to have ceiling raised on the cabin, as this type of vessel was usually built for people shorter than he was. He had to have this ship though; none other in the galaxy were as fast and stealth as this one. He stretched one more time, and then made his way to his seat in the cockpit. He sat down and slammed his hand down onto a large button on the console, as that happened the alarm went silent. He pushed a button above his head and a beep sounded notifying him of the connection to the incoming transmission.
"Who is this and what do you want?" he barked at the receiver.
"Who do you think it is Victor." responded the caller, "I am the only one that wants to talk to you. You should ready be more pleasant; after all, I do pay you a lot of money."
"Hello Francis," Victor replied mockingly, "how are you doing today?"
"Just fine," replied Francis, "I have told you a thousand times to not call me Francis, my name is Frank. Anyway, I just got confirmation on that last job; your "thank you" has already been wired to the account, 100,000 Credits, as promised. Good work Victor."
Victor reached over to his keypad on his left, pressed some of the keys, and his account pulled up on the monitor above the keypad. "I see it," he responded, "What's next?"
"Well," said Frank, with a pause "I have two that you can choose from."
"How much do they pay?" asked Victor.
"This first one pays 85,000 Credits," responded Frank, "the second pays 50,000 Credits. Both are easy, observe and report, then terminate the target."
"I'll take both," responded Victor, "send me the files." He terminated the signal before Frank could respond.
Victor stood up from his seat; he walked through the bulkhead, past his cabin and into the galley. He stared at the processed dried rations he had aboard his ship, thinking how unappealing they looked.........
Monday, February 14, 2011
The Man in the Desert.
The man stands in complete silence, his eyes are closed, and he can feel the sun burning on the back of his neck and shoulders. He stands so still and quiet that he can hear the breeze passing by his ears, and he can feel flecks of sand brushing across his cheeks. The air is hot and dry and as the man inhales, he can feel the air burn his lungs. He opens his eyes slowly and the light blinds him temporarily, he squints again and blinks a few times and he can see through the spots in his vision the landscape laid out before him. He is staring into a vast open desert, there is nothing but sand in front of the man. he slowly turns his head to look over his left shoulder, and there is nothing, just more sand. He blinks a few more times and turns his head to his right side, off in the distance he can see what appears to be a road. The road is miles away from where the man is standing, he can tell from here that the road is very unused, he stares for a minute longer at the road, hoping that he will see a car, or some other indication that he is not alone.
Quiet.... The man can hear the breeze still, and he notices that when he turns his head the sound changes, that helps him to distinguish which direction the wind is blowing. The man slides his right hand down into his cargo pocket on his right leg, unbuttoning the flap covering the pocket, he slides his hand inside and clamps his hand around a compass, he pulls it out and runs his thumb over the surface. There is an engraving on it, the engraving says, 'You are never lost, or alone!' The man looks at the compass, and cracks a small smile as memories flood his head. Memories, of his Family, his beautiful Wife and Children, his friends, ones that he will see, and ones that he will never see but always remember. He opens the compass, holds it up, and looks down at the face of the compass. He is facing Due North, Just the direction he needs to be heading. He looks back to the right, back to the road and waits, but nothing comes. Nothing, he is alone, he stands for a moment longer waiting in desperation, but nothing comes.
The man starts to walk North, he uses his compass to ensure that he is traveling in the proper direction, and embarks on his journey. Hours in the desert seem like days, days that do not end, the sun beats down, the water runs out. The Man, is walking North still, because North is the way home. Home, to his Wife and Children, and his friends that he will see. How far North, does this man need to travel? How many days, weeks, months, years, will it take for this man to get home and be with the people that love him, and that he loves?
Days turn into weeks, and the Man is still walking, heading North, because North is home.
Years now, spent wandering the desert. The man has endured all of the hardships, dehydration, starvation, delusion, sun burn, frost bite, and being alone. The man holds fast to his mission, his duty. He must return home. He must get out of this desert.
Look, up ahead, do you see it? In the distance, the light. It is home, home at last. The man starts to walk faster now, leaving miles behind him, he is closing in on home, but the light is not getting any bigger. He starts to run, but the light seems to recede the closer he gets. Now the man is sprinting, pushing with all of the might he can muster. Short on breath, he is striving to get within yelling distance so that he can call to his friends and family. The light is still too far away, still receding. The man starts to yell, running out of breath, he starts to scream. The light still recedes, farther and farther away. He can now hear voices, the laughter of his children, the sounds of his friends. Yet the light still evades him. The man sprints, pushing harder with his legs, harder than he has ever pushed. The light is getting farther, the man pushes harder. The light is still so far away, the man can feel the muscles in his legs start to tighten and cramp. The light is getting faint. The man stumbles and falls into the sand, he looks up and sees the light vanish. He screams as loud as he can trying to call to his family.
The man, stands up, and closes his eyes. The man stands in complete silence, his eyes are closed, and he can feel the sun burning on the back of his neck and shoulders. He stands so still and quiet that he can hear the breeze passing by his ears, and he can feel flecks of sand brushing across his cheeks. The air is hot and dry and as the man inhales, he can feel the air burn his lungs. He opens his eyes slowly and the light blinds him temporarily, he squints again and blinks a few times and he can see through the spots in his vision the landscape laid out before him. He is still in the Desert. Always in the Desert.
That, is my only dream. It never changes. I am that man in the desert.
Timmy OUT!
Quiet.... The man can hear the breeze still, and he notices that when he turns his head the sound changes, that helps him to distinguish which direction the wind is blowing. The man slides his right hand down into his cargo pocket on his right leg, unbuttoning the flap covering the pocket, he slides his hand inside and clamps his hand around a compass, he pulls it out and runs his thumb over the surface. There is an engraving on it, the engraving says, 'You are never lost, or alone!' The man looks at the compass, and cracks a small smile as memories flood his head. Memories, of his Family, his beautiful Wife and Children, his friends, ones that he will see, and ones that he will never see but always remember. He opens the compass, holds it up, and looks down at the face of the compass. He is facing Due North, Just the direction he needs to be heading. He looks back to the right, back to the road and waits, but nothing comes. Nothing, he is alone, he stands for a moment longer waiting in desperation, but nothing comes.
The man starts to walk North, he uses his compass to ensure that he is traveling in the proper direction, and embarks on his journey. Hours in the desert seem like days, days that do not end, the sun beats down, the water runs out. The Man, is walking North still, because North is the way home. Home, to his Wife and Children, and his friends that he will see. How far North, does this man need to travel? How many days, weeks, months, years, will it take for this man to get home and be with the people that love him, and that he loves?
Days turn into weeks, and the Man is still walking, heading North, because North is home.
Years now, spent wandering the desert. The man has endured all of the hardships, dehydration, starvation, delusion, sun burn, frost bite, and being alone. The man holds fast to his mission, his duty. He must return home. He must get out of this desert.
Look, up ahead, do you see it? In the distance, the light. It is home, home at last. The man starts to walk faster now, leaving miles behind him, he is closing in on home, but the light is not getting any bigger. He starts to run, but the light seems to recede the closer he gets. Now the man is sprinting, pushing with all of the might he can muster. Short on breath, he is striving to get within yelling distance so that he can call to his friends and family. The light is still too far away, still receding. The man starts to yell, running out of breath, he starts to scream. The light still recedes, farther and farther away. He can now hear voices, the laughter of his children, the sounds of his friends. Yet the light still evades him. The man sprints, pushing harder with his legs, harder than he has ever pushed. The light is getting farther, the man pushes harder. The light is still so far away, the man can feel the muscles in his legs start to tighten and cramp. The light is getting faint. The man stumbles and falls into the sand, he looks up and sees the light vanish. He screams as loud as he can trying to call to his family.
The man, stands up, and closes his eyes. The man stands in complete silence, his eyes are closed, and he can feel the sun burning on the back of his neck and shoulders. He stands so still and quiet that he can hear the breeze passing by his ears, and he can feel flecks of sand brushing across his cheeks. The air is hot and dry and as the man inhales, he can feel the air burn his lungs. He opens his eyes slowly and the light blinds him temporarily, he squints again and blinks a few times and he can see through the spots in his vision the landscape laid out before him. He is still in the Desert. Always in the Desert.
That, is my only dream. It never changes. I am that man in the desert.
Timmy OUT!
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