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Scientific Pursuits: Chapter ThreeStatic crackled.
“Wake up, everyone, sleeping is something we do when we are off-duty!” The voice of Rocket Monsoon came from the speakers.
I must have slept well. All that excitement from yesterday really allowed for a good night’s rest. Normally I would wake up before it called us to awake from our slumber.
I sat up, strapped on my neck stabilizer and surveyed our sleeping quarters. In one of the beds that normally was empty slept a certain scientist’s assistant. Modules must have been abandoned entry to its own bed within the laboratory thanks to how it handled Handle With Care yesterday. I cannot imagine Modules using too much force on Handle but Handle never did enjoy physical contact. Being completely restrained and wrapped up and then carried away must have been too much for it to handle.
The standard procedure of waking up involved walking to my locker and getting dressed in my officer uniform and head to the mess hall. I found Illegal and Superstition a
Scientific Pursuits: Chapter TwoDoor opened.
I met the faces of several members of the crew. Perfect Relativity, High Mass Substitute and Superstition Prototype turned and faced me. The rookie and its mentor had clad themselves in a armored vest which worked well with their green-gray uniforms. It served a better purpose as utility than protection with its large pockets.
I turned and saw Zlee-Zlee and Rocket Monsoon talking with each-other. Zlee-Zlee had adorned itself with a large amount of belts around its waist and legs. Different kinds and different sizes. It was a hobby of it to collect such items. As a Qwuedavaluu it wasn’t forced to use any official army uniforms and was free to dress just as it pleased. I couldn’t feel jealous about it, though. Dressed in only a pair of pants and some belts and a waist bag, it wasn’t a very militant outfit. Free dress-code or not, one should at least look like someone who is part of an army.
At the other exit door, just across from where I stood, I could cle
Scientific Pursuits: Chapter OneTHUMP.
I opened my eyes as I recognized the characteristic motion of our vessel touching down on solid ground. In a few moments, the lights inside our sleeping quarter would once again shine and our pilot telling us that we had landed. I sat up on my bed, strapping on my neck stabilizer and watched my fellow crewmembers still sleeping.
The dim light coming from lines in the floor, changed into a shine. The ship’s speakers cracked with static as they activated.
“RISE AND SHINE, EVERYONE! You should know this by now since its standard procedure but I am still going to tell you guys to wake up and head to the mess hall as soon as possible”
A few moments of static and the speakers went silent. The message has been sent and it was finally time to get moving. There, we should talk about today’s little expedition to the planet’s surface. I wonder what kind of planet it will be?
I faintly recalled a planet filled with deserts and wastes, nothing but sand and wind.
Story Prologue, QwuedevivEverything was blurry and its head pounded heavily. It vaguely recalled it tripping onto something and then smashing its forehead into the wall. Lieutenant Duster of Exponential Threat rolled over to its back and sat up, shaking its head to regain some of its senses. The world still spun, but it could atleast make out one object of interest in its vicinity. Its officer cap lied just besides its paw.
It let out a short sigh of relief and grabbed the headgear and professionally applied it to its own head – It made sure the ears plopped out through the right holes of course.
Duster pressed its palm against its pounding forehead as it used the wall to stand up. Its legs felt like a Qhaburboxis' tentacles and wasn't entirely ready to support the Qwuedevivs body. It kept supporting itself against the wall, watching the creatures lying on the floor infront of itself. One being a voidshark, the other one being shamefully enough a private from its own crew. The pressing against its forehe
Greetings Earthians, Slaves and possibly fellow (although much more inferior) Qwuedeviv!
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