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So yesterday I made a blog called home that had a paragraph about carl, well I got a whole chapter done!
Chapter 1
The arid landscape of the valley bolts toward the battered hull of a star cruiser, growing ever closer as the hot wind gushes by. Red hot gas and smoke fly off in both directions producing two parallel streaks of smoke behind. The metallic tremble of damaged wings rattles the interior, pierced by the sound of warning sirens. The ceiling gives way to the dust stained sky. With the wind flushing out anything loose.
“IMPACT IMMINENT!” shouts a robotic voice. Another voice screams “NO SHIT!” angrily at the screen. It is Carl, he has disbanded the U.D.T. and has taken the star cruiser home. But home isn't all what he expects.
The robotic voice begins to count down “3,000FT! 2,900FT!” Panicking he pulls up the control stick in hopes of directing the two ton vehicle away from the ground. But what he can see is that one of the warp engines is damaged and- BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!
Now spinning out of control Carl is knocked unconscious. SCREECH, the ground meets with the hull eating away at it like sandpaper. Both wings fly off, the backside breaks off, but the cockpit continues to slide across the shrubland like a hockey puck sliding on ice. The other engine erupts into flames. Scraps of metal fly out in all directions.
3 hours pass by, the flame subside but smoke remains. Waking up he finds two suns low in the dusty layer of the sky, rubbing his eyes reveals one blurry sun. A familiar mountain looms in the distance. Nearby lay rocky out crops and pillars with bottom layers of red orange sandstone and top layers of a deep black basalt.
Realizing everything is blurry due to a lack of a visor, he feels around on the ground. He accidentally grabs onto a still glowing hot piece of debris burning his hand with a loud shriek. Using his other hand he eventually finds his vizor and puts it on. In a miracle he only suffered minor injuries.
With clear vision he notices multiple caves in the sides of the sandstone cliffs. Gathering himself he attempts to stand but he did not notice the internal damage on his left leg which was broken. Falling back on to the ground he notices some sticks and a piece of wire about 5ft away from him. Using his one good hand he drags himself along the gravel towards the small seemingly useless items.
Once there he grabs the sticks and places them on each side of his injured leg. Then he ties it together with another stick in his mouth and his good hand. “This should do it.” he said very weakly. He stood up with his crutch he made keeping his leg straight. He noticed a dark mass of smoke in the distance he wanted to go to see where it was coming from but the sun had grown ever closer to the horizon now shining a deep orange.
The sky was painted a rainbow of colors with the clouds glowing a deep red. He looked at the colors of the beautiful sunset in the wasteland he once called home. As he walked to the nearest cave in the cliffside, he saw the brown to red, orange, yellow, blue, and purples.
He started to think about where he was just two days earlier, sitting atop a twelve mile tall tower staring at the clouds, fields, towns, and the blue mountains. Knowing that he had friends who were there when he needed them most. But it is different now he was all alone he tying to find his way back home.
Finally find a cave just as the sun dipped behind the dark silhouettes of steep mountains taking the last of the light from the valley. He crept slowly into the cave. The walls were lined with layers of red and orange sandstone. He laid down in a shallow grove where the wall meets the floor. He took off his visor and put it down next to him.
He shuffled his maine around and a small yellow feather fell out. He took a look at it and knew exactly where it came from. His mind raced. He thought about what he just left behind, everyone who was there for him, supported him, comforted him in his darkest times. He thought about what could have been, those “human” things. Were they really all that bad? He thought about everything he had been shown in that alternate place.
It was just as amazing as he thought it would be when he was in college. He thought about everything he was throwing away if continued this. Wondering how everyone else felt about it. What were they doing right now, did they even care anymore? He tried to piece together there's things, trying to figure out what the fight thing to do was. Tears fell from his eyes, he regretted everything he had done. He cried himself to sleep.
The next morning the red light of a new day poured into the darkness of the cave. The light woke him up. He looked around and saw the impatient ball of plasma sitting 94 million miles away staring back at him. The dust in the sky was thickener today. He walked outside and looked to see the smoldering mass of smoke still very prominent in the sky with a purple gray hue and an orange lit underside.
He decided today he was going to finally investigate it. He first set out to the wreck limping his way there to see if there was anything he could use. “Nothing, Nothing, Nothing, oh here it is.” Grabbing a small box from under the broken glass, he opened it and it was full of survival supplies. Then he set out on his way.
LOOK OUT FOR CHAPTER 2
LET ME KNOW IF U LIKED IT : )
Took me 4hrs to type -_-
Chapter 1
The arid landscape of the valley bolts toward the battered hull of a star cruiser, growing ever closer as the hot wind gushes by. Red hot gas and smoke fly off in both directions producing two parallel streaks of smoke behind. The metallic tremble of damaged wings rattles the interior, pierced by the sound of warning sirens. The ceiling gives way to the dust stained sky. With the wind flushing out anything loose.
“IMPACT IMMINENT!” shouts a robotic voice. Another voice screams “NO SHIT!” angrily at the screen. It is Carl, he has disbanded the U.D.T. and has taken the star cruiser home. But home isn't all what he expects.
The robotic voice begins to count down “3,000FT! 2,900FT!” Panicking he pulls up the control stick in hopes of directing the two ton vehicle away from the ground. But what he can see is that one of the warp engines is damaged and- BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!
Now spinning out of control Carl is knocked unconscious. SCREECH, the ground meets with the hull eating away at it like sandpaper. Both wings fly off, the backside breaks off, but the cockpit continues to slide across the shrubland like a hockey puck sliding on ice. The other engine erupts into flames. Scraps of metal fly out in all directions.
3 hours pass by, the flame subside but smoke remains. Waking up he finds two suns low in the dusty layer of the sky, rubbing his eyes reveals one blurry sun. A familiar mountain looms in the distance. Nearby lay rocky out crops and pillars with bottom layers of red orange sandstone and top layers of a deep black basalt.
Realizing everything is blurry due to a lack of a visor, he feels around on the ground. He accidentally grabs onto a still glowing hot piece of debris burning his hand with a loud shriek. Using his other hand he eventually finds his vizor and puts it on. In a miracle he only suffered minor injuries.
With clear vision he notices multiple caves in the sides of the sandstone cliffs. Gathering himself he attempts to stand but he did not notice the internal damage on his left leg which was broken. Falling back on to the ground he notices some sticks and a piece of wire about 5ft away from him. Using his one good hand he drags himself along the gravel towards the small seemingly useless items.
Once there he grabs the sticks and places them on each side of his injured leg. Then he ties it together with another stick in his mouth and his good hand. “This should do it.” he said very weakly. He stood up with his crutch he made keeping his leg straight. He noticed a dark mass of smoke in the distance he wanted to go to see where it was coming from but the sun had grown ever closer to the horizon now shining a deep orange.
The sky was painted a rainbow of colors with the clouds glowing a deep red. He looked at the colors of the beautiful sunset in the wasteland he once called home. As he walked to the nearest cave in the cliffside, he saw the brown to red, orange, yellow, blue, and purples.
He started to think about where he was just two days earlier, sitting atop a twelve mile tall tower staring at the clouds, fields, towns, and the blue mountains. Knowing that he had friends who were there when he needed them most. But it is different now he was all alone he tying to find his way back home.
Finally find a cave just as the sun dipped behind the dark silhouettes of steep mountains taking the last of the light from the valley. He crept slowly into the cave. The walls were lined with layers of red and orange sandstone. He laid down in a shallow grove where the wall meets the floor. He took off his visor and put it down next to him.
He shuffled his maine around and a small yellow feather fell out. He took a look at it and knew exactly where it came from. His mind raced. He thought about what he just left behind, everyone who was there for him, supported him, comforted him in his darkest times. He thought about what could have been, those “human” things. Were they really all that bad? He thought about everything he had been shown in that alternate place.
It was just as amazing as he thought it would be when he was in college. He thought about everything he was throwing away if continued this. Wondering how everyone else felt about it. What were they doing right now, did they even care anymore? He tried to piece together there's things, trying to figure out what the fight thing to do was. Tears fell from his eyes, he regretted everything he had done. He cried himself to sleep.
The next morning the red light of a new day poured into the darkness of the cave. The light woke him up. He looked around and saw the impatient ball of plasma sitting 94 million miles away staring back at him. The dust in the sky was thickener today. He walked outside and looked to see the smoldering mass of smoke still very prominent in the sky with a purple gray hue and an orange lit underside.
He decided today he was going to finally investigate it. He first set out to the wreck limping his way there to see if there was anything he could use. “Nothing, Nothing, Nothing, oh here it is.” Grabbing a small box from under the broken glass, he opened it and it was full of survival supplies. Then he set out on his way.
LOOK OUT FOR CHAPTER 2
LET ME KNOW IF U LIKED IT : )
Took me 4hrs to type -_-
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