An ongoing rough-draft space adventure

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Jason: Eight

The troop shambled over to the squat tables, equipment and guns banging against shoulders, thighs, the table and the floor as they sat at the unfamiliar height. Additional shuffling was necessary to accommodate everyone, further adding to the awkward scene…. Continue Reading →

Jason: Seven

The black arbor overhang and red door, dry but slick with recent paint stood in stark contrast with the muted, dust covered surroundings. A swept walkway in tan and white tile with two modest but strikingly deep green ferns in… Continue Reading →

Christopher: Three

The road remained unpaved with packed earth covered in a fine sandy dust that Christopher quickly learned gets everywhere, your own efforts notwithstanding. Two dozen dusty, dirty, sweaty figures shambled down the the side of the road. A there were… Continue Reading →

Christopher: Two

The rockiness of the terrain did not let up, but the density of houses started to pick up some – now they could see one or two at any given time – then it picked up to three to five… Continue Reading →

Christopher: One

Twin land transports jetted across the rocky countryside road, bouncing up and down violently at odd intervals. Even though the rain had knocked down most the to profuse dust that freqently covers the air the deeply grooved wheels mercilessly cut… Continue Reading →

Jason: Six

“How’d it go with the safe?” A distracted Captain Jason starter to come to, “Whaa…huh?” he started, “Oh, fine.” He walked past her to the chair at the center of the command hub, recessed only slightly from a large, carpeted… Continue Reading →

Jason: Five

“Captain, they’ve still not responded”. That statement echoed off the patchwork chrome and dull metal which encased the command room’s vital electronics, though the uniform quiet glow of blue of screens mixed with the faint yellow shining through the barely… Continue Reading →

Jason: Four

The interior of the ship was a logjam of twisted metal, melted plastic, and electric wires poking out at haphazard angles, much like the way you’d expect a mad scientist’s hair to frizz out when he’s been in the laboratory… Continue Reading →

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