Writing with Jordan

Somepony do something :0

By Jordan Mills

Deep in the depths of space there is a space station its purpose was it to return to earth after visiting a colony in the omega galaxy. Several hours into the trip something dark plaques the ship causing the horrific deaths of the crew but eight unlucky passengers who must endure the trials of The Victoria.

June 12th 2242 3:45 p.m.

In darkest of shadow’s several figures sprinting forward. There are three dark figures in the front and five chasing after. The three up front seemed frightened, unstable, and determined. Three figures seemed to out run the other five dark figures until one of the three in the front stopped suddenly as if they were caught on something as fast as he stopped he was gone.  The other two seemed un-startled by the event and continued at full speed. The two appeared to run for continuous hours without end until they had hit a dead end. The two frantically began to panic and tried effortlessly to find a way past the wall the two began pressing random buttons. The other figures were seconds away from reaching the other two. The two in front held each other close seeming without hope of survival when all of the sudden the wall slowly raised about three feet off the ground and an arm reached out and grabbed one of the figures from the other side, then closing the wall leaving the other figures behind. The figure that was pulled in was actually a well-built blond haired man wearing a blood drenched white uniform. The man turned to tears as he heard the screams of what seemed a young woman. The person that pulled him in turned out to be portly dark skinned man with black unkempt hair he appeared to be a scientist with something dangerously dark about him.

June 12^th 2242 6:14 p.m.

The man in the lab coat gazed upon the weeping man with a blank expression and only muttering “Who was she to you?” The fellow that lay in tears jumped from his incapacitated stance to grasp the scientist from his coat collar and exclaimed with the no restrictions of volume “That was my sister you son of a whore!” This laid no effect to the scientists toneless expression as he shrugged and turned his back to the man, He then sat at his desk staring at the computer monitor “Is it safe to assume that, you are of the security staff?” the scientist queried. The blonde security officer stood in a professional stance and stated “I am Michael Kirby of the 14^th patrol of the S.S Victoria.” The scientist seemed to let out a face of interest from what Michael had said. The scientist began to skim through his beard hair while he continued to glue his stare at his computer monitor. Meanwhile Michael was analyzing the scientist to discover that his name tag imprinted the title “Head of Research, Quintin Tilley”. Quintin noticed Michael’s reaction, realizing he would soon turn hostile without some reassurance of his non-hostile intentions. “Michael, I can see that you would require some companionship among our soon travels so I am going to release some crew members that have been in hyper-sleep.” He uttered without haste. Michael was in shock to hear that there were still people who hadn’t dealt with the horrors roaming the Victoria. Quintin gave a dark grin as he walked over to every cryogenic sleeper and began to press the release codes. Moments later each of the three tubes opening doors attached to the machines snapped from their sealed off state and started to slowly rise, releasing a flood of frozen air as each inch of the tube rose.

As the tubes opened, three men began to stumble from their frozen slumbers. Each one having difficulties with re-adapting from long periods of sleep, their bodies had great problems concurring this feat for the men had spent an unknowing long time without having a slight of movement  and their bones were weak from the frost. Quintin’s smirk fell as he muttered something in a frustrated whisper. Michael turned his attention to Quintin and pondered “Are you, alright?” but without a moment to respond, they we assaulted by a swarm of bullet’s from a hooded stranger that bursted from the shadows. The bullets stuck Michael on his right shoulder blade but for Quintin, the bullets sliced through his upper chest causing him to collapse and gasp for air. The hidden assassin in black stepped to the incapacitated scientist and pointed his weapon to Quintin’s forehead and quickly tugged on to the trigger. The gunshot rang long for the room was in utter silence as Quintin’s body lay lifeless. The assassin turned to Michael and gave him vocal warning “Do not mourn this monster for he is far worse than the horrors you have encountered. I grant you my hope upon your journeys and wish you luck upon the horrors you have yet to endure. Head for the Captains office for you will find intelligence.” Michael was unwary of this mysterious man that had just assaulted him but yet felt compelled by his words as he nodded. The dark figure departed as he noticed the three awaking form their slumber, he had used the nearby wall to maneuver himself into the ventilation shaft hovering above thee. The three has finally fully constructed themselves.

[Incomplete Work. I will have more Next time.]