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Where is everyone?
On this day, a day that will live in infamy, I have posted something to the IC.
The altitude decreased rapidly, and Kaus could feel the blood rushing into his head. Barely thirty minutes ago he was asleep and unaware of the events that had taken place that had him strapped to a dropship and descending into Invictus. The craft, holding about thirty people, plummeted into the planet with one working engine; the other was destroyed by debris from the Olympus. Two pilots sat in the front of the ship, desperately trying to take control of the situation. Kaus looked down at his hands, which were trembling. Flakes of dry skin were visible on his hands, a side effect of interstellar sleeping. The ship was dark, with a single floodlight lining the top of the body. Most of the ship's power was being diverted to the engines, and the lights occasionally went out, leaving the survivors in darkness. He struggled to make out anything the others around him were saying.
“--78 percent of the crew--”
“--Has anyone seen my-- --ther ship?--”
“--veryone hold still, we're going to try to land as safely as possible!”
Kaus closed his eyes. A headache, as if a nail was being driven through the side of his head, rendered him barely conscious and somewhat blind. He slowly felt himself rising out of his seat, his safety straps holding him down.
“We're gaining speed!”
“Pull up!”
His ears began to cut into his skull. He guessed it was the pressure of Invictus.
The dropship hurled itself into a massive lake. After it touched the surface, it traveled a good 800 meters before resting itself on the shore of the lake leading into a forest. The ship's nose was buried deep in the soil, with it's backside tilted about 20 degrees upward. The ship had landed with no lives lost.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are now opening the bay door, please keep yourselves strapped in and still.”
Kaus watched at the middle of the floor opened and formed a ramp that led down into the lake. Once it stopped, people began unbuckling themselves and walking around inside the dropship, making sure they were alright. Kaus shook his head and exhaled while keeping his mouth closed and his nostrils pinched. His ears popped, and finally he could hear the people around him. He got out of his chair and walked over to the cockpit where the two pilots were still sitting. He knocked on the metal walls to get their attention, then leaned in so he could see them.
“That was a real Sullenberger stunt there, guys.”
The co-pilot turned around. “Sullenberger?”
“Yeah. Crashed his plane in the Hudson River almost a century ago with no casualties.”
“Is everyone alright?”
“No one's dead, which is alright enough for all of us.”
People began diving into the lake and swimming to shore. Kaus, however, stayed with the pilots, as the only thing on his mind was reaching Landfall. They opened a holographic terrain map on the dropship's navigational computer.
“It looks like we went down somewhere to the west of Landfall.” the captain said, pointing at the little red dot on the map labeled “Landfall”.
“Approximately 8.5 kilometers, actually.” the co-pilot calculated.
“What do we do for food?” Kaus asked.
“Well, we have three supply crates on board. If those are all full, we can easily make a trip to Landfall and back to the ship.” the captain answered.
The pilots got out of the cockpit and pushed the three crates off the ship. As expected, they sank to to bottom of the lake, which was no more than eight feet deep.
“I don't believe we have exchanged names, gentlemen.” Kaus stopped them before they jumped off of the ship.
“Captain Julius Bernard.” the captain said, removing his flight helmet.
“Lieutenant Eli Sartre.” the co-pilot shook Kaus's hand.
“Hettinger. Captain Hettinger.” Kaus said, extending his hand to meet Eli's.
The three grabbed their backpacks which were piled up under the seats and abandoned the dropship. In little time, the three supply crates were recovered and the supplies were rationed to the survivors, who were still recovering from the crash. After the food was distributed, the survivors were ordered to stay together and not to wander off. The captain grabbed Kaus and took him over to the waters, making sure the others didn't follow him.
“Do you notice something strange, Hettinger?”
“Other than the Olympus going down, I don't think so.”
“If this place was a colony, I'd expect that we'd see a radio tower or at least a sign that the colonists were here.”
“You know, I didn't notice that.” Kaus said as he looked around, realizing that the planet looked pretty much uninhabited.
Julius pulled a handgun out of his vest and gave it to Kaus.
“Can I trust you with a gun?”
“Of course.”
They turned around and lined up the passengers to make sure everyone was accounted for. Once they made sure all 28 passengers were fit for walking, Julius ordered six people to carry the crates, and everyone else to stay near them. Eli removed a small automatic rifle from his bag and slung it over his shoulder. The group moved into the forest heading towards Landfall.
“--78 percent of the crew--”
“--Has anyone seen my-- --ther ship?--”
“--veryone hold still, we're going to try to land as safely as possible!”
Kaus closed his eyes. A headache, as if a nail was being driven through the side of his head, rendered him barely conscious and somewhat blind. He slowly felt himself rising out of his seat, his safety straps holding him down.
“We're gaining speed!”
“Pull up!”
His ears began to cut into his skull. He guessed it was the pressure of Invictus.
The dropship hurled itself into a massive lake. After it touched the surface, it traveled a good 800 meters before resting itself on the shore of the lake leading into a forest. The ship's nose was buried deep in the soil, with it's backside tilted about 20 degrees upward. The ship had landed with no lives lost.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are now opening the bay door, please keep yourselves strapped in and still.”
Kaus watched at the middle of the floor opened and formed a ramp that led down into the lake. Once it stopped, people began unbuckling themselves and walking around inside the dropship, making sure they were alright. Kaus shook his head and exhaled while keeping his mouth closed and his nostrils pinched. His ears popped, and finally he could hear the people around him. He got out of his chair and walked over to the cockpit where the two pilots were still sitting. He knocked on the metal walls to get their attention, then leaned in so he could see them.
“That was a real Sullenberger stunt there, guys.”
The co-pilot turned around. “Sullenberger?”
“Yeah. Crashed his plane in the Hudson River almost a century ago with no casualties.”
“Is everyone alright?”
“No one's dead, which is alright enough for all of us.”
People began diving into the lake and swimming to shore. Kaus, however, stayed with the pilots, as the only thing on his mind was reaching Landfall. They opened a holographic terrain map on the dropship's navigational computer.
“It looks like we went down somewhere to the west of Landfall.” the captain said, pointing at the little red dot on the map labeled “Landfall”.
“Approximately 8.5 kilometers, actually.” the co-pilot calculated.
“What do we do for food?” Kaus asked.
“Well, we have three supply crates on board. If those are all full, we can easily make a trip to Landfall and back to the ship.” the captain answered.
The pilots got out of the cockpit and pushed the three crates off the ship. As expected, they sank to to bottom of the lake, which was no more than eight feet deep.
“I don't believe we have exchanged names, gentlemen.” Kaus stopped them before they jumped off of the ship.
“Captain Julius Bernard.” the captain said, removing his flight helmet.
“Lieutenant Eli Sartre.” the co-pilot shook Kaus's hand.
“Hettinger. Captain Hettinger.” Kaus said, extending his hand to meet Eli's.
The three grabbed their backpacks which were piled up under the seats and abandoned the dropship. In little time, the three supply crates were recovered and the supplies were rationed to the survivors, who were still recovering from the crash. After the food was distributed, the survivors were ordered to stay together and not to wander off. The captain grabbed Kaus and took him over to the waters, making sure the others didn't follow him.
“Do you notice something strange, Hettinger?”
“Other than the Olympus going down, I don't think so.”
“If this place was a colony, I'd expect that we'd see a radio tower or at least a sign that the colonists were here.”
“You know, I didn't notice that.” Kaus said as he looked around, realizing that the planet looked pretty much uninhabited.
Julius pulled a handgun out of his vest and gave it to Kaus.
“Can I trust you with a gun?”
“Of course.”
They turned around and lined up the passengers to make sure everyone was accounted for. Once they made sure all 28 passengers were fit for walking, Julius ordered six people to carry the crates, and everyone else to stay near them. Eli removed a small automatic rifle from his bag and slung it over his shoulder. The group moved into the forest heading towards Landfall.
I've been accepted...!
Again...
Again...
Gray skin can work if for some reason there was a lack of blood flowing throughout the Martian's body. Actually, that would make a lot of sense.
Science disagrees if you were thinking they'd be 1-2 feet taller than the average human being.
I missed that. lol.
Anyway, my assumption would be Invictus would have gravity similar to Earth's, and if not, less than earth. How could plants grow if gravity is pulling them down?
An experiment I've wanted to do for a while now is see how someone would grow on Mars. The lack of gravity should make them significantly taller. if 150% of Earth's gravity would make someone a 3-foot dwarf, I wonder what 38% of Earth's gravity would do.
Anyway, my assumption would be Invictus would have gravity similar to Earth's, and if not, less than earth. How could plants grow if gravity is pulling them down?
An experiment I've wanted to do for a while now is see how someone would grow on Mars. The lack of gravity should make them significantly taller. if 150% of Earth's gravity would make someone a 3-foot dwarf, I wonder what 38% of Earth's gravity would do.
Stoleto?
Back from the dead...
again...
with a half-eaten cookie...
and a half-written post.
again...
with a half-eaten cookie...
and a half-written post.
OH MY GOD! TEH RAYLEGUNNZ IS ALIEV
Kaus Hettinger
♂
Former Air Force Officer, now biologist
Kaus was born on August 22nd 2145 in an insignificant town out in Vermont. Kaus has always had an interest in living things, from cells to something as complex as a human being. For this reason, Kaus, from an early age, concentrated his efforts in biological sciences and hoped to become a biologist after he finished high school.
Kaus's interest turned to the Air Force, and even though he got his Bachelors Degree in Biology, he joined the Air Force at age 23. He became an excellent pilot, and reached the rank of Captain in seven years. After his successful piloting career, Kaus turned back to his life-long love: biology. Now thirty, Kaus turned to a company responsible for breeding and transplanting animals and plants that were suitable to live on Martian terrain, known as Congelion.
In 2178, a massive cargo ship carrying the last five Rhinoceroses suffered from technical issues as it was reentering Earth's atmosphere. In seconds it caught fire, and most of the crew inside did not survive. Although what really happened may never be known, the seven survivors, including Kaus, were questioned on the grounds of sabotage, as Congelion had developed quite a few enemies over the years of their existence. Kaus fought for his innocence for three years, but was eventually convicted of sabotage. Congelion gave Kaus a choice that day: Go to jail for the rest of your life, or go on the Olympus mission with their expeditionary team and have his conviction removed. His choice was obvious.
Kaus Hettinger
♂
Former Air Force Officer, now biologist
Kaus was born on August 22nd 2145 in an insignificant town out in Vermont. Kaus has always had an interest in living things, from cells to something as complex as a human being. For this reason, Kaus, from an early age, concentrated his efforts in biological sciences and hoped to become a biologist after he finished high school.
Kaus's interest turned to the Air Force, and even though he got his Bachelors Degree in Biology, he joined the Air Force at age 23. He became an excellent pilot, and reached the rank of Captain in seven years. After his successful piloting career, Kaus turned back to his life-long love: biology. Now thirty, Kaus turned to a company responsible for breeding and transplanting animals and plants that were suitable to live on Martian terrain, known as Congelion.
In 2178, a massive cargo ship carrying the last five Rhinoceroses suffered from technical issues as it was reentering Earth's atmosphere. In seconds it caught fire, and most of the crew inside did not survive. Although what really happened may never be known, the seven survivors, including Kaus, were questioned on the grounds of sabotage, as Congelion had developed quite a few enemies over the years of their existence. Kaus fought for his innocence for three years, but was eventually convicted of sabotage. Congelion gave Kaus a choice that day: Go to jail for the rest of your life, or go on the Olympus mission with their expeditionary team and have his conviction removed. His choice was obvious.
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