Saturday, November 21, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Yawn...
I'm really tired and I've not touched my bass for about two days. Yeah Alex, I know your gonna kill me. If you ever read this. And I'm bored. But on a happier note, I feel that the song I was doing recently is about done. Yay.
I still want to tell Mr Ong he's not being fair at all. Sorry Alex for the trouble.
I still want to tell Mr Ong he's not being fair at all. Sorry Alex for the trouble.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Part IV: Delays And Injuries
Kronus Alpha fell into uneasy rest, four awake while four slept. Shifts were shorter but that also meant sleep was affected.
By the sixth day, Kronus Alpha had been treated like dogs, tired with various injuries. For it was a nightly occurrence in which some ‘Bone Spectres’ as they have been called, came knocking at the door. Appearing only at night, it was literally a living nightmare. The more corpses consumed by the construct, the greater it grows in size and the longer it’s blades. But at any one time, only five Bone Spectres would appear. The defenses held, but progress on the Generator would inevitably delayed.
On the sixth night, Johan suffered a broken right arm from a Bone Spectre blow. Alicia could patch it but it would take time to heal.
To make matters worse, there was also the problem of required parts. It meant going to the other parts of Darkday and also to enter the now abandoned Dawn IIV and Incarius Piriote. This required manpower, in which they did not have. As they needed at least four to be on guard at night, and Johan was injured and Alicia could not leave, only two were able to leave the Darkday for short periods in the day, scouring for parts in the other two cruisers. It turned out that the other cruisers were, as Arteloc put it, ‘…crawling with the assholes in wherever our mates died. If only I found my spellbook, I would roast them all for bacon in the morning…’
A week passed.
By now, Kronus Alpha terribly needed a break from the scorching heat in the day and the continuous battling at night. The Generator was almost fixed and so was Darkday. The only thing required was to get the Generator on the ground for it to tap the energy of the planet itself.
That was the hard part.
Kronus Alpha finally obtained a full day of rest on the fourteenth day. From morning to night, they rested and hoped that the cruelty would end. For one night they would not be besieged.
They walked out with the Generator being pushed by Johan in the center. The hot sun shone brightly, like their hopes of returning. Nearing the end of light, they set up four campfires, around the Generator. By setting up at the base of Darkday and clearing it and fixing it days before, all they had to do was to wait for the Generator to establish communication. They waited for minutes, then hours. As the sun set and darkness engulfed them again, their spirits dampened and sank, for it would be another sleepless night.
And in the distance, about three kilometers away, a flare shot into the sky. One that looked human. But as it dispersed into the sky, an eerie screech pierced the still night. That sounded like a female. A dying one in the distance. More and more screams of terror and death resounded in the sand dune, ear-splitting inhumane cries mixed with the shouts and screams of real humans.
‘Captain! Make it stop!’
‘Kara, these are the sounds of those we will fight soon. They have not ignored us. Vigilance my dear. For but I know they will come. But for now, sleep. I’m damn sure they won’t come tonight. We heal and rest for yet another day. But we will live.’
By the sixth day, Kronus Alpha had been treated like dogs, tired with various injuries. For it was a nightly occurrence in which some ‘Bone Spectres’ as they have been called, came knocking at the door. Appearing only at night, it was literally a living nightmare. The more corpses consumed by the construct, the greater it grows in size and the longer it’s blades. But at any one time, only five Bone Spectres would appear. The defenses held, but progress on the Generator would inevitably delayed.
On the sixth night, Johan suffered a broken right arm from a Bone Spectre blow. Alicia could patch it but it would take time to heal.
To make matters worse, there was also the problem of required parts. It meant going to the other parts of Darkday and also to enter the now abandoned Dawn IIV and Incarius Piriote. This required manpower, in which they did not have. As they needed at least four to be on guard at night, and Johan was injured and Alicia could not leave, only two were able to leave the Darkday for short periods in the day, scouring for parts in the other two cruisers. It turned out that the other cruisers were, as Arteloc put it, ‘…crawling with the assholes in wherever our mates died. If only I found my spellbook, I would roast them all for bacon in the morning…’
A week passed.
By now, Kronus Alpha terribly needed a break from the scorching heat in the day and the continuous battling at night. The Generator was almost fixed and so was Darkday. The only thing required was to get the Generator on the ground for it to tap the energy of the planet itself.
That was the hard part.
Kronus Alpha finally obtained a full day of rest on the fourteenth day. From morning to night, they rested and hoped that the cruelty would end. For one night they would not be besieged.
They walked out with the Generator being pushed by Johan in the center. The hot sun shone brightly, like their hopes of returning. Nearing the end of light, they set up four campfires, around the Generator. By setting up at the base of Darkday and clearing it and fixing it days before, all they had to do was to wait for the Generator to establish communication. They waited for minutes, then hours. As the sun set and darkness engulfed them again, their spirits dampened and sank, for it would be another sleepless night.
And in the distance, about three kilometers away, a flare shot into the sky. One that looked human. But as it dispersed into the sky, an eerie screech pierced the still night. That sounded like a female. A dying one in the distance. More and more screams of terror and death resounded in the sand dune, ear-splitting inhumane cries mixed with the shouts and screams of real humans.
‘Captain! Make it stop!’
‘Kara, these are the sounds of those we will fight soon. They have not ignored us. Vigilance my dear. For but I know they will come. But for now, sleep. I’m damn sure they won’t come tonight. We heal and rest for yet another day. But we will live.’
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