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valarltdThe little ship gasped and heaved as it plunged through the atmosphere of Algol 3. He fought to keep it mostly upright. The landing gear was a hopeless dream at this point. The trees rushed up to them and the forest canopy crackled and caught fire from the hull.
They landed hard. He checked the last functioning gauges that said the atmosphere could be breathed by earthers and popped the hatch. No sense checking back in the crew compartment. It had gone dead silent when the Space Exploration Ranger ship sent green and red lasers probing across the black depths of space, slicing through the fragile metal skin that kept them safe from the void.
He'd sealed off the cockpit before all his air could be lost, but the in-rushing oxygen of Algol 3, higher than what he'd been breathing for the last day, made his head swim.
“Air, water, shelter and defense, food,” he told himself, repeating the survival lessons he had learned as a child. He checked the charge on his blaster. That was fine, so he checked the emergency rations in his belt. Those were fine too. He could live in the ship and bleed water from the tanks. He could last a month or more on that and the emergency rations.
Fatigue overwhelmed him as the adrenaline left his system. His knees buckled and he sank back into the navigator's chair. He had the presence of mind to close the hatch before he decided to go exploring later, tomorrow morning.
He slept the sleep of the completely exhausted and never knew what came and went in the Algol night.
They landed hard. He checked the last functioning gauges that said the atmosphere could be breathed by earthers and popped the hatch. No sense checking back in the crew compartment. It had gone dead silent when the Space Exploration Ranger ship sent green and red lasers probing across the black depths of space, slicing through the fragile metal skin that kept them safe from the void.
He'd sealed off the cockpit before all his air could be lost, but the in-rushing oxygen of Algol 3, higher than what he'd been breathing for the last day, made his head swim.
“Air, water, shelter and defense, food,” he told himself, repeating the survival lessons he had learned as a child. He checked the charge on his blaster. That was fine, so he checked the emergency rations in his belt. Those were fine too. He could live in the ship and bleed water from the tanks. He could last a month or more on that and the emergency rations.
Fatigue overwhelmed him as the adrenaline left his system. His knees buckled and he sank back into the navigator's chair. He had the presence of mind to close the hatch before he decided to go exploring later, tomorrow morning.
He slept the sleep of the completely exhausted and never knew what came and went in the Algol night.
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I presume the pilot is not the only one aboard with survival rations. Could extend his food supply markedly, unless everyone else (now presumably dead) got sucked out into space after the hull ruptured... but then lasers tend only to melt & slice through metal; they don't blow big holes in things or cause explosions--unless their heat hits something combustible.
Might care to check for survivors anyways, just to be sure (common courtesy). The crew might all well be dead, but their belongings & gear (survival belts, weapons, ammo packs, medical supplies. etc.) would still be intact; you just gotta find the bodies they are attached to.
Might care to check the ship also before sacking out for sleep: Make sure there are no toxic materials and/or fumes leaking from the remains of the engine. Usually a bad thing to go to sleep, only to wake up to find yourself glowing in the dark... or not wake up at all after breathing poisonous fumes for a few hours, or because certain elements/materials normally kept safely separated (matter/anti-matter) in the engines slowly found each other & mixed after their containers got damaged in the crash. See if any power remains and might be conserved for use later. Did the emergency power generator and/or transmitter survive? Is the ground the wreck is now resting on stable? Is there any animal & insect life immediately evident? One poisonous reptile or insect bite could really shorten one's life-expectancy here... as could any large (T-Rex-sized) alien carnivores prowling about.
Contemplate the likelihood of rescue (nearly the 1st thing on any stranded person's mind once the basic needs of breathable atmosphere, safety, water, food, shelter & defense are taken care of). Our pilot has just been shot down. Presumably either the people who shot him down or those he is in league with will come looking for him at some point, or some random passer-by. Is this a good thing, either way? Certain enemies might do nasty things to you if they find you & take you alive. Certain employers might also do nasty things to you if they find you minus your/their cargo. Certain random passers-by (space pirates, slavers, alien species who happen to find our pilot's species rather tasty) can also be problematic to come into contact with.
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Strongly suggest our pilot take a look back at the trench his wreck likely carved out of the landscape behind it during its crash to make sure no raging forest fire is likely to result from his arrival--especially on a planet with a richer than normal oxygen atmosphere to help feed any flames. A wrecked space ship might not fare well in sustained 400+ degree temperatures if engulfed by a forest fire for a few hours.
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Date: 2010-06-24 03:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-24 05:22 pm (UTC)Who shot him down? Second paragraph. "the Space Exploration Ranger ship sent green and red lasers probing across the black depths of space, slicing through the fragile metal skin"
Good points on the checking for toxic fumes. Rough draft here, still editable.
Also, you've fallen for the Maguffin again.
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Date: 2010-06-24 05:26 pm (UTC)Its name come from Arabic, Al Ghul, the demon. Interesting that all ancient cultures had negative names for it. In Hebrew it was Rosh ha Satan. The Greeks called it Gorgonia Prime. The Chinese called it Tseih She, Piled up corpses.
Oscar Wilde and Anita Bryant were born under it. 8)
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Date: 2010-06-24 05:45 pm (UTC)Interesting history about the star though. Looking it up, its apparently a binary.
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...And why didn't the Space Rangers send down a retrieval team to pick over the wreck once they downed our hero's ship? "They shot him down just to be nasty & because they had nothing better to do at the time?!" Being ex-military myself, I know we always go looking for downed pilots & crew if we shoot down an enemy or trespassing craft in our territory. An automated deep space drone would of course have no such capability, but it would still likely transmit back to its base or mother ship that it encountered & shot down something at this location with the following sensor readings/spec's. A retrieval team could be dispatched later to pick over the wreck & pick up (or arrest) survivors. Could take a while though for such a team to be sent or make it out to this location.
Also rather object to the Maguffin reference in relation to stuff any real-life pilot would/should naturally do after crash-landing:
You check yourself (for injuries).
You check your ship.
You check for living crew members.
You check your environment.
You check your supplies.
You look at the likelihood of rescue.
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Date: 2010-07-02 07:45 pm (UTC)"Our hero" as you call him IS the McGuffin. He is only there to set other plots in motion.
You have to trust me to tell the story. This is only the first page. There is more, lots and lots and lots more.
But the reader has to be willing to let it all unfold at the right pace.
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Questions to you though: If you start reading a story about a trucker who gets forced off the road in an isolated location by a clearly identified somebody, resulting in a spectacular crash that pretty much turns the trucker's rig into glorified scrap metal & kills any other crew (tandem driver) aboard.....
1.) Are you not wanting to know immediately WHY the clearly identified somebody attacked the truck? ...And then apparently just left it in a heap on the side of the road?
2.) Are you not likely to be flustered if the driver in the story fails to act as you know for a fact how any real life trucker in such a situation would or should?
3.) The story failing to strike you as realistic or properly informative in the first few paragraphs... are you likely to bother continuing to read it when there are other stories available to tempt you?
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Date: 2010-07-03 09:05 pm (UTC)But again, you have missed the words "Work in progress." That means "rough draft." All will be explained and more stuff will happen.
And you never like the beginnings of my stuff, so why should I worry?