Post by Bishop Morse on May 2, 2012 19:17:55 GMT -5
Richard Parkhill: Alliance Military
- Orbit Over Londinium -
April 22nd, 2517 4:18
Electrical chords were falling out of the ceiling. Panels were loose. Steam filled up various hallways. Smoke and the unmistakable scent of an electrical fire was creeping through the hallways. The alarms never shut off, though at this point it was the red flashing lights were more of a bother. There was another great rumble in the ship. They’d been getting worse and worse, but this one was the heaviest since the initial explosion. Parkhill had been stumbling through the halls. The vessels keel had shifted far more then anyone might have suspected, and it was as though he was walking down a small slope. The ship shook again. The tremors were becoming more frequent, and the size wasn’t fading. Parkhill was deeper into the ship now then he had been when he was on the bridge, so the tremors may well have been the same size, just less powerful due to his distance from the explosions which were causing them. He finally came to the area he was looking for. The Officers quarters were lined out nicely, but his was the closest one, and by far the largest. The door slid open when he pressed the pad beside it, and he moved inside. Once inside, he hit it again, and it closed.
This room was an amazing contract to the state of the rest of the ship. Where smoke and smells of breaking pieces of industry filled every deck, this room was in the exact state it was during normalcy. With the except of a few items which had rolled off of a side table, it was in perfect order. Parkhill looked around, for some reason it slipped his mind where he kept it. The ship shook again, and he lost focus once more. ”Where the hell is it.” He said snapping back to reality. He then remembered, and ran over to his desk. There already sat a personal cortex terminal there. He threw it off the desk, and it crashed to the floor. You could hear the screen crack, and the boxes more loosely packed parts break to bits inside. But behind where the cortex terminal once sat, there was a pull out drawer. He pulled it out and here sat his ‘Black Box’ Cortex terminal. The ship shook again, this time heavier then the others. Parkhill nearly lost his footing. He grabbed the black box and pulled the linking chords out, disconnecting it. They snapped and fell limp. He lifted up the box, it being heavier then he remembered it being. But this box was his life, and his future. Without the information it held, he would lose everything.
Then there was the sound of metal buckling, and ripping. An extremely low droning moan, went all through the ship. It was nothing he’d ever heard before, like a large amount of heavy metal was breaking and bending to the will of an extremely powerful force. Suddenly the ground beneath him began to shake. It started as a low rumble, then progressed, and became heavier and heavier. The entire ship was rippling this time, but not like before. Before it had been nothing but a split second. This time it was rough and continuous and getting worse. Parkhill could do nothing but stand there, looking around at the ceiling. The rumbling gave rise to a lot of noise. The sound of things outside in the hallway coming loose was audible. Chords rupturing, pipes bursting, panels falling. And the shaking continued. It got to the point where he could barely stand, and the noise and the shaking got worse and worse. And then around the sides of his door there was a bright light. It was shimmering as though on the other side a heavenly figure, like the ones in the religious texts, were there. It shown through and burned brighter then anything he’d ever seen. He stood in awe, not having the slightest idea of what to do. The seconds were years, and sweat dripped down his face, as he looked at the light. And then finally there was the sounds of a rupture, and a great roar, like the exhaust on a large ship. Parkhills face turned to one of utter horror.
”Bie Woo Loh……..” But he couldn’t even hear himself finish the sentence. The sound got so loud. The door in front of him split to pieces, and the bright light and heat engulfed him, as he stood there helpless, holding the only reason he’d stayed behind. His greed and selfishness finally getting the better of him as the fire and pressure surrounded him. And he knew it. It was his Solitary Sign, and only now did he see it.
- Orbit Over Londinium -
April 22nd, 2517 4:18
Electrical chords were falling out of the ceiling. Panels were loose. Steam filled up various hallways. Smoke and the unmistakable scent of an electrical fire was creeping through the hallways. The alarms never shut off, though at this point it was the red flashing lights were more of a bother. There was another great rumble in the ship. They’d been getting worse and worse, but this one was the heaviest since the initial explosion. Parkhill had been stumbling through the halls. The vessels keel had shifted far more then anyone might have suspected, and it was as though he was walking down a small slope. The ship shook again. The tremors were becoming more frequent, and the size wasn’t fading. Parkhill was deeper into the ship now then he had been when he was on the bridge, so the tremors may well have been the same size, just less powerful due to his distance from the explosions which were causing them. He finally came to the area he was looking for. The Officers quarters were lined out nicely, but his was the closest one, and by far the largest. The door slid open when he pressed the pad beside it, and he moved inside. Once inside, he hit it again, and it closed.
This room was an amazing contract to the state of the rest of the ship. Where smoke and smells of breaking pieces of industry filled every deck, this room was in the exact state it was during normalcy. With the except of a few items which had rolled off of a side table, it was in perfect order. Parkhill looked around, for some reason it slipped his mind where he kept it. The ship shook again, and he lost focus once more. ”Where the hell is it.” He said snapping back to reality. He then remembered, and ran over to his desk. There already sat a personal cortex terminal there. He threw it off the desk, and it crashed to the floor. You could hear the screen crack, and the boxes more loosely packed parts break to bits inside. But behind where the cortex terminal once sat, there was a pull out drawer. He pulled it out and here sat his ‘Black Box’ Cortex terminal. The ship shook again, this time heavier then the others. Parkhill nearly lost his footing. He grabbed the black box and pulled the linking chords out, disconnecting it. They snapped and fell limp. He lifted up the box, it being heavier then he remembered it being. But this box was his life, and his future. Without the information it held, he would lose everything.
Then there was the sound of metal buckling, and ripping. An extremely low droning moan, went all through the ship. It was nothing he’d ever heard before, like a large amount of heavy metal was breaking and bending to the will of an extremely powerful force. Suddenly the ground beneath him began to shake. It started as a low rumble, then progressed, and became heavier and heavier. The entire ship was rippling this time, but not like before. Before it had been nothing but a split second. This time it was rough and continuous and getting worse. Parkhill could do nothing but stand there, looking around at the ceiling. The rumbling gave rise to a lot of noise. The sound of things outside in the hallway coming loose was audible. Chords rupturing, pipes bursting, panels falling. And the shaking continued. It got to the point where he could barely stand, and the noise and the shaking got worse and worse. And then around the sides of his door there was a bright light. It was shimmering as though on the other side a heavenly figure, like the ones in the religious texts, were there. It shown through and burned brighter then anything he’d ever seen. He stood in awe, not having the slightest idea of what to do. The seconds were years, and sweat dripped down his face, as he looked at the light. And then finally there was the sounds of a rupture, and a great roar, like the exhaust on a large ship. Parkhills face turned to one of utter horror.
”Bie Woo Loh……..” But he couldn’t even hear himself finish the sentence. The sound got so loud. The door in front of him split to pieces, and the bright light and heat engulfed him, as he stood there helpless, holding the only reason he’d stayed behind. His greed and selfishness finally getting the better of him as the fire and pressure surrounded him. And he knew it. It was his Solitary Sign, and only now did he see it.