Chapter #4Through The VIndow of Fate.... by: mr.snuffle   Your tiny ship rockets through a window, the outer hull groaning as the thick glass shatters.You try desparately, and unsuccessfully to bring your vessel under control. Moona however just wraps her arms, and legs around you tightly as she screams and does nothing to help. The hull is tough but you hear parts rattle, sputter, clang and break as the The Red Hot Chili Pepper,(that's what you called your ship due to it's almost-phallus shape and fiery red hue, and because you like the oldies band with a similiar name) collided with the dense carpet of the giant room.Black smoke billows from your ship but the auto-fire extinquishers are working even as you try and fight through the puffy white aribags that have deployed and filled the ship. Between them and Moona you thought sure you were gonna suffocate. But they deflate within seconds and even the incessant alarms die down and the ship shutters down. "Fucking shit." you breathe as nervous sweat pours from your body."You okay"You ask the quivering babe clinging to you. The frazzled blonde hair falls back from her angelic face. "Yea.Yea I'm Okay." She awkwardly dismounts you and pulls her panties back into place.Sighing and cursing your bad luck you tuck your "junk" back into your pants, replace your cod-piece and zip up your suit. You look up to see Moona has pulled her skimpy top back on and decide it time to survey the damage. You inspect the computer console. Much to your surprise it still works,though there is some static at the bottom of the screen and it dims sporadically. You bring up the ship's diagnostics and find to your dismay that the jets are beyond repair, the gyro-stabilizers are off about25 degrees, all your weapons systems, save the minimally effective EMP emitter were busted, and the engine cooling system was running at only 32% efficiency. In short you wouldn't be leaving any time soon. You moved on to checking the radio this also still functioned. it crackled to life reassuringly when you punched the button but as you scanned throuh all the frequencies, you found the signal universally weak. It must've been this huge house, it's thick walls drowning transmissions. Sighing you reset it to homebase's frequency and sent a distress signal anyway and left the radio on in case some miracle occured and they responded. You doubted Admiral Svenson would send help even if you did manage to get the signal out. The scruffy old bastard would probably throw a party instead. You looked up to find Moona staring back at you expectantly. "It's bad isn't it?" She asked, pouting. "Yes. But don't worry Sugar-pants. I've gotten out of worse." You crack a smile hoping it will help reassure her. It does. "Now let's go check our supplies." You lead to the back of the ship past your bedrooms and into the cargo hold. it isn't pretty. this must've been where parts caught on fire. Much of your food store lay smoldering cooly before you. You had enough food and water for 2or 3 days depending on how well you both rationed it. Your survival tents had also been incinerated, along with your shovels, sleeping-pods, heavy weapons,several containment cubes, and you realized, eyes widening in terror, your toilet paper and even your large cache of pornographic holocrons. "NOOOOO!" You raised your arms to the sky, or Duratanium ceiling, rather, and cried in defeat, scorn and sadness. But, seeing your mood was once more worrying Moona, you calmed yourself. All was not lost | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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