Joseph was tense. He had been lying in the same position for almost five hours now. And to make matters worse, his face was starting to itch. However, he couldn't scratch it because the target should have been arriving any minute.
"Remember, you need to get the leader with as little collateral damage as possible."
Joseph hated FNG's. They always felt the need to state the obvious. This was of course only to calm their own nerves, but it pissed Joseph off like nothing else. But this was the cost of going on high risk stealth missions through enemy territory while your teammate was recovering from a fall.
"Contact. 'Bout a click up the road
AUTHOR: NASA CLASSIFIED SECTOR2330 HOURS. JAN. 7, 20??SOL, HOUSTON, EARTHCLASSIFICATION LEVEL 3, EYES ONLY
RECIPIENT: WHITE-HOUSE
PASS-CODE: ZERO-NINER-DELTA-DELTA
AUTOMATED MESSAGE SYSTEM. PROJECT SEPPTAM DISCOVERY UPDATE. ARRIVAL VERIFIED. LEVEL 2 CRASH ON PLANET SURFACE. SHIP POWER LEVEL: 50%. ONE BATTERY DESTROYEDREMOVED. ONE BATTERY LEAKING. TWO BATTERIES STABLE. PILOT CONFIRMED KIA. CO-PILOT CONFIRMED KIA. SURVIVORS UNCONFIRMED MIA. MINIATURIZED ASSAULT TANK STATUS: GREEN. EXPLORER BUGGY A STATUS: GREEN. EXPLORER BUGGY B STATUS: YELLOW; BATTERY LEAK IN PROGRESS. MASTER SERGEANT JAMES WHITTERSON PERSONAL PAD SIGNAL: LOCATED AND LOCKED
AUTHOR: M.SGT. JAMES WHITTERSON2304 HOURS, JAN. 7, 20??ASHUNRAK, UNKNOWN, SEPPTAM 1CLASSIFICATION LEVEL 4, EYES ONLY
RECIPIENT: NASA CLASSIFIED SECTOR
Pop in, see if the life is hostile, leave. Seems simple if they are nice. Only problem is, they arent. As soon as our ship entered the atmosphere, we knew something was wrong. Our first sign was that all movement that we had seen from space was eerily gone. Our second was the large glowing sphere of plasma. I think the third might have been when that sphere became a beam that blasted straight through the ship from f
AUTHOR: M.SGT. JAMES WHITTERSON1502 HOURS, JAN. 3, 20??ASHUNRAK, APPROACHING SEPPTAM 1, SPACECLASSIFICATION LEVEL 4, EYES ONLY
RECIPIENT: NASA CLASSIFIED SECTOR
These entries are as much for you as they are for me. Well, a week ago, by our time, not standard, as you now call time on earth, we left the station in Houston for our trip to Sepptam 1. All you want us to do is go there, see if the life is hostile or not, and leave. Seems simple enough. There are twelve of us in all. Our pilots are not even trained soldiers. They are supposed to just sit on the ship while we p
AUTHOR: NASA CLASSIFIED SECTOR1825 HOURS, MAR. 25, 2038SOL, HOUSTON, EARTHCLASSIFICATION LEVEL TWO: EYES ONLY; DESTROY MESSAGE AFTER RECEIVING
RECIPIENT: WHITE-HOUSE
PASS-CODE:DEAD ROCK
Status update: the crew is collected, the weapons have been built, the vehicles are ready, and the ship is ready for launch. All systems go. The launch is set for 0800 hours on Dec. 27, 3038. The crew consists of the following:
Pilot: Jack Lampson
Co-Pilot: Amy Kramer
Leader: Master Sergeant James Whitterson
Second in command: Sergeant Kassy Zelazny
Medic: Sydney Vincent
Private Marcus Kelvin
Mechanic: Harry Mason
Explo
AUTHOR: NASA CLASSIFIED SECTOR000 HOURS, DEC. 3SOL, HOUSTON, EARTHCLASSIFICATION LEVEL ZERO: EYES ONLY; DESTROY MESSAGE AFTER RECEIVING; KEEP ENCRYPTED; REPLY ON SEPARATE LINE
RECIPIENT: WHITE-HOUSE
PASS-CODE: AMBER SENTRY
Sir, I know it is late/early depending on the network, but this is urgent. There is a definite confirmation of ice on Sepptam, and even more important, life. Evolved life. We have started construction on a ship to send a platoon of Marines there to see if the life is hospitable or not. The ship is designed to travel at near light speed, meaning by the time they get back, we will most likely all be nearly dead. They
Once upon a time, a little fish named Jimmy ate pie. It was a very good pie. He enjoyed it very much. He liked the good pie so much, that he got another. And another. And another. And another. He ate so many pies that he was no longer able to swim comfortably in his little pond. So he went out towards the ocean. There, he suffocated because his freshwater gills were not adapeted for salt water. So now, any time you eat pie, remember little Jimmy, and eat cake instead.
Joseph was tense. He had been lying in the same position for almost five hours now. And to make matters worse, his face was starting to itch. However, he couldn't scratch it because the target should have been arriving any minute.
"Remember, you need to get the leader with as little collateral damage as possible."
Joseph hated FNG's. They always felt the need to state the obvious. This was of course only to calm their own nerves, but it pissed Joseph off like nothing else. But this was the cost of going on high risk stealth missions through enemy territory while your teammate was recovering from a fall.
"Contact. 'Bout a click up the road
AUTHOR: NASA CLASSIFIED SECTOR2330 HOURS. JAN. 7, 20??SOL, HOUSTON, EARTHCLASSIFICATION LEVEL 3, EYES ONLY
RECIPIENT: WHITE-HOUSE
PASS-CODE: ZERO-NINER-DELTA-DELTA
AUTOMATED MESSAGE SYSTEM. PROJECT SEPPTAM DISCOVERY UPDATE. ARRIVAL VERIFIED. LEVEL 2 CRASH ON PLANET SURFACE. SHIP POWER LEVEL: 50%. ONE BATTERY DESTROYEDREMOVED. ONE BATTERY LEAKING. TWO BATTERIES STABLE. PILOT CONFIRMED KIA. CO-PILOT CONFIRMED KIA. SURVIVORS UNCONFIRMED MIA. MINIATURIZED ASSAULT TANK STATUS: GREEN. EXPLORER BUGGY A STATUS: GREEN. EXPLORER BUGGY B STATUS: YELLOW; BATTERY LEAK IN PROGRESS. MASTER SERGEANT JAMES WHITTERSON PERSONAL PAD SIGNAL: LOCATED AND LOCKED
AUTHOR: M.SGT. JAMES WHITTERSON2304 HOURS, JAN. 7, 20??ASHUNRAK, UNKNOWN, SEPPTAM 1CLASSIFICATION LEVEL 4, EYES ONLY
RECIPIENT: NASA CLASSIFIED SECTOR
Pop in, see if the life is hostile, leave. Seems simple if they are nice. Only problem is, they arent. As soon as our ship entered the atmosphere, we knew something was wrong. Our first sign was that all movement that we had seen from space was eerily gone. Our second was the large glowing sphere of plasma. I think the third might have been when that sphere became a beam that blasted straight through the ship from f
AUTHOR: M.SGT. JAMES WHITTERSON1502 HOURS, JAN. 3, 20??ASHUNRAK, APPROACHING SEPPTAM 1, SPACECLASSIFICATION LEVEL 4, EYES ONLY
RECIPIENT: NASA CLASSIFIED SECTOR
These entries are as much for you as they are for me. Well, a week ago, by our time, not standard, as you now call time on earth, we left the station in Houston for our trip to Sepptam 1. All you want us to do is go there, see if the life is hostile or not, and leave. Seems simple enough. There are twelve of us in all. Our pilots are not even trained soldiers. They are supposed to just sit on the ship while we p
AUTHOR: NASA CLASSIFIED SECTOR1825 HOURS, MAR. 25, 2038SOL, HOUSTON, EARTHCLASSIFICATION LEVEL TWO: EYES ONLY; DESTROY MESSAGE AFTER RECEIVING
RECIPIENT: WHITE-HOUSE
PASS-CODE:DEAD ROCK
Status update: the crew is collected, the weapons have been built, the vehicles are ready, and the ship is ready for launch. All systems go. The launch is set for 0800 hours on Dec. 27, 3038. The crew consists of the following:
Pilot: Jack Lampson
Co-Pilot: Amy Kramer
Leader: Master Sergeant James Whitterson
Second in command: Sergeant Kassy Zelazny
Medic: Sydney Vincent
Private Marcus Kelvin
Mechanic: Harry Mason
Explo
AUTHOR: NASA CLASSIFIED SECTOR000 HOURS, DEC. 3SOL, HOUSTON, EARTHCLASSIFICATION LEVEL ZERO: EYES ONLY; DESTROY MESSAGE AFTER RECEIVING; KEEP ENCRYPTED; REPLY ON SEPARATE LINE
RECIPIENT: WHITE-HOUSE
PASS-CODE: AMBER SENTRY
Sir, I know it is late/early depending on the network, but this is urgent. There is a definite confirmation of ice on Sepptam, and even more important, life. Evolved life. We have started construction on a ship to send a platoon of Marines there to see if the life is hospitable or not. The ship is designed to travel at near light speed, meaning by the time they get back, we will most likely all be nearly dead. They
Once upon a time, a little fish named Jimmy ate pie. It was a very good pie. He enjoyed it very much. He liked the good pie so much, that he got another. And another. And another. And another. He ate so many pies that he was no longer able to swim comfortably in his little pond. So he went out towards the ocean. There, he suffocated because his freshwater gills were not adapeted for salt water. So now, any time you eat pie, remember little Jimmy, and eat cake instead.
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I'm leaving. I will never post any new stuff. The only reason i even still come to this site is to see what my few friends have posted, so I'm not even going to bother with this anymore. So if you expected any new doodles or stories (which I'm sure you didn't), you are going to be disappointed.
This is LV, signing off for the last time.
So I am starting a new TOP SECRET project. I am not telling ANYONE ANYTHING about this. Not even my assistant in destruction, Ben. I will post the first chapter as soon as I finish it.
Hi Miiiiiiike, this is Lilia. How are you? Cuz.. cuz....cuz.....apparently Niji isn't doing so good. that happens when that personal space bubble is popped....
....and...as her faraway bodyguard who is foaming at the mouth because she can't guard her Niji, she is rather...upset at yew. c: