EPTAugust 29th, 2014
The year of the cyclopuricane that wiped out all of humanity's weaklings.
Congratulations, survivor.
CAPTAIN'S LOG OF THE EVENTS PRECEDING THIS MOMENT IN THE UNIVERSAL TIMELINE
The sky was dark. I woke anyhow. A vein of fear throbbing in my neck, good. I was counting on you being there again. Sometimes you wake and bake, sometimes you know today is just going to be one of those days where you'll need your wits about you. Its that simple. Today, something on the air told me it was going to be one of those days where you're either going to make it through -- contingent on your being prepared -- or you're not, and lives will be tallied against you. More lives.. they're not going to make it back home.. not without my help. It wasn't more than five minute and I was out on the bridge reading today's charts and calculating our current trajectory. I delivered the orders to my right hand, Albert McDoomcrusher, and everything seemed to be in order for the day's work.
Without a second to catch my breath, the second giant, thick skinned foot of a cyclops had already take his second kick to the starboard wing. A cyclopuricane! This soon? Without warning? How did our sensors fail to pick it up in advance!? I collected myself and rushing through the hallways toward the cockpit, I grabbed my XRLZ Super Rocket Basket Gun on the way. The cyclop germ was pouring in through a series of holes the giant made after grabbing at our vehicles fuselage with his long, blue-burning fingers. I emptied a clip from my Stellar 9 Light Pistol into the beasts on the way and was waiting for it to finish its cooldown as I ran the bridge.
As I reached the cockpit the damage was clear. I look to the Starboard control panel: A wall of metal between my viewpoint from the doorway of Central Command and where Corporeal Johnson ought to have been seen. The spot where my navigator was supposed to be sitting had been smashed in. I knew he'd be in his chair at this time. The Giant swung a massive fist into the pilot's bay as I swiveled my head and barked orders to the remaining crew, "Get to the Fore Bunker! Bring any crewmembers you come across between here and there! Get going!" Albert shot back that we are a sitting duck here in the hangar and I watched the crew's backs disappear around the corner with the sign marked Fore Bunker ->.
Albert was right. But this bird has taken too much damage, it'll never fly again. And yet we're doomed -- even my XLRZ Rocket Basket can't take down a Giant this size. I hopped into the secondary pilot bay to do a job that only the Captain can. The instruments read, "Port Engine Status [0] Starboard Engine Status [x] Main Cannon Status [x] Port Machine Gun Turret [0] Starboard Machine Gun Turret [x] ..." Uplinked to Albert, I ordered a team to the Port Turret, and for Albert to suit up the crew to make a fight toward the civilian's bunker. Meanwhile, I started my own work.
Entering the code for manual override on the safety console, I hit the ignition switch and Engine 2 fired up. The pre-ignition whine's earsplitting volume barely audible from this point in the ship as positively charged photons entered the combustion chamber of the manifold -- and I flipped the switch back off before a moment had passed. I hit the switch again while pressing the emergency re-ignition button.. The exhaust from the false-start caused a massive explosion. The Giant, who was straddling the Starboard wing took major pain.
The midget cyclops spawn were still flooding the place. I took the emergency hatch door and made my way to the crew through the ship's emergency and engineering subhalls. I found the crew suited up, Albert already planning the route to the civilian's Aft Bunker.
Best Regards,
RG
