The Vector Chronicles, Book I

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Yes yes, now it's my turn to post my horrid writing skills (13 + Horrid vocabulary and no imagination == Terrible writing :D). Feel free to criticize it.

The Vector Chronicles, Book one, Chapter one.

(Note: I would've copypasted it from my notepad save but that was forgeted up. Other crappy program > use.)

   

   Space. Endless, colorless space.

   That's all I ever see. Every day I gaze out into that nothingness, hoping we'll land somewhere. Hoping aliens board us, hoping the chef will spill the chili or the scientists find some silly new breakthrough that we can all pretend to be amazed by, because quite frankly, sitting in my tiny 10'x7' room all day is boring me to death.
   
   My assistant walks in and I close my journal.
   
   "Coffee, sir?" he offers.

   "No thanks," I reply.

   He walks out leaving me to mope around in my gloomy little living space. I'm still not sure as to why I turned down the coffee. I'm parched from sitting here without a single drop to drink and inhaling the fumes of the dim candle on my desk, doing it's mediocre job of 'illuminating' my room. I should have one of my old labrats come in here. They're pretty bright, aren't they?

   Not.

   I leave my room, turning my head to watch the four metal bars that make up the door slide up and into place. Walking down the stairs to the galley, I slide my hand down the shiny silver bannister, not missing an inch of it's surface until  I've met the main floor. The maintenance unit greets me and I give it my usual nod. This is how things have been between us since he arrived at my doorstep. Or should I say, airlock.
   
   He fixes something, I nod my approval.

   He breaks something, I tilt my head towards the guard and give him a few minutes to fix it.

   I walk up to the bridge, rap my fist twice on the door, and walk in, taking my seat infront of the ship's Manual Navigation Mainframe, or M'n'M as we call it. We're free to go wherever we want in this old junker. Originally it was assigned to us as a colony ship, but due to the lack of windows and cameras, We've broken most of our homeworld's ports enough times to be banned from them.

   They've even come up with a little name for us;

   "Ol' Portkiller"

   Ain't that nice.

I haven't written any more, but if anyone actually likes it, I might.

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Nice

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Nice

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[Cucumber!]

It's not bad. Nice.

So this is The Void? >:]

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Ohey. I'm in it c:

Anyways, good job.

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Ohey. I'm in it c:

I'm sorry but I didn't catch your blockland name.

What?

It's not bad. Nice.

So this is The Void? >:]

Yes. But now I'm upset with myself for the name and want to change it.

Discuss.

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I'm sorry but I didn't catch your blockland name.

Um
David656ness?

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Oooh.

HUUUUR

[Black and White]

So this is The Void? >:]

reference get

[Cucumber!]

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I don't get the reference...unless you're talking about my story...?

Also, call the book like...idk The Vector Chronicles. Or Space Junk (because the ship is like a piece of junk)

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POSSIBLE Next page:

I look at the computer infront of me. Everything's running smoothly, no oxygen leaks, no brain-eating parasites, nothing.

"Damn," I say to myself, under my breath.

All of a sudden there's a blip on the MNM's center console. I tap my finger against the screen to select said blip and enlarge it with a flick of my thumb. A small planet shows up, about 4000 kilometers from pole to pole. Most of it is lava but according to the computer there are a few islands of rock and ash. Here comes the fun part.

"Attention passengers, prepare for landing cycle A-B2."

After saying this I could've sworn every passenger on the ship looked up and said "Whaaa?". Most of the things we've found this month have been stray stars or gas giants. Nothing too interesting. As I flick on the ship's gravitational stability unit, Another thing catches my eye. We're almost out of fuel and I've plotted the ship's landing coordinates wrong. In about an hour we're going to smash into an ocean of lava and god knows what else. Not knowing what to do, I get the guy down in the engine room on the horn.

"Yes sir?" he says.

"Jettison the fuel tanks, and do it now!" I yell.

"What? That's crazy. Without fuel we'll be sitting duc-"

"Do it now!" I interrupt.

I hear the familiar Ka-chunk sound of fuel tanks being detached from the ship, and wonder if my plan will actually work.

"Warning, external temperatures rising," the computer shrieks.

I begin to panic, flipping switches and pushing buttons, trying desperately to re-route the power to the manual steering mechanisms, which haven't been used in decades. Back around the year 2000, they were used on airplanes as "rudders". Compared to modern technology, they're considered worthless scrap heaps.

Right now they may be the only thing keeping us alive.

My plan is starting to work. When the fueltanks were detached, the ship lost quite a bit of weight, enough for the manual steering mechanism to move the ship a few meters to the right. I slowly but surely steer the ship into a half-crash half-landing on one of the desolate islands.

I didn't even write that out on paper first. I just made it all up and wrote it as I went

[Black and White]

I don't get the reference...unless you're talking about my story...?

Also, call the book like...idk The Vector Chronicles. Or Space Junk (because the ship is like a piece of junk)

oh I thought it was a reference to Dark Void

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Look at the other writing topic and read through it. It's there somewhere.

Edit - No more writing for tonight. Mother will be home to nag me soon and I wanna try to play TF2 with my friend.

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Pg 3

I awake to a throbbing pain in my head, and sparks trickling down from the ceiling. I sit up a little and survey the room. Half of the bridge is smashed, and the other half is only slightly damaged. Standing up is a challenge, as one of my legs is numb from being under the fallen MNM console.

Turning to leave the room, I press myself against the space next to the door. The entire ship creaks, as if it'll collapse at any moment. I reach over and push the button that activates the door. It screeches open, and stops about halfway. Squeezing through the narrow gap, I find the galley in complete dissaray. The windows of the medical bay are shattered, bits and peices of the ceiling have fallen down, the cafe's stove is on fire.

Quickly, I sprint accross the now alien room, and try to pry open the door to the dropshock bay. It's jammed, and the fire is beginning to spread. I turn to run up the stairs, and arrive on the top floor in a matter of seconds. Perhaps there's a window I can break open to escape? The door to the laboratory is bent every which-way and the armory has no windows. Aside from those rooms, There's the hangar, which is jam-packed with swarmfighters. There's no way I can squeeze into one of those launch tubes, and the fighters within them have most likely been smashed to bits.

Finally, I notice that one of the doors is intact. The gym. I jog in and look to the window.

"How am I supposed to get through 14 cm of plastic and glass?" I think to myself.

I lift one of the dumbells and smack the window with it. This only makes a small dent, and now my arm is throbbing like someone went to sam hill with a crowbar on it. Unsure of what my next move will be, I remember my pistol still in it's holster at my hip. I draw it and aim carefully at the dent I made.

KCHTAK KCHTAK KCHTAK!

One sinks in a little ways, the other two go right through and the cracks produced begin to spread. I start kicking the window hard, hoping to make them larger. Here and there, small shards of glass begin to fall from the window to the cold metal floor. I continue shooting the window, until I hear my pistol clicking and the slide shoots backwards. The glass finally shatters, and I hop down, planting my feet firmly on the hellish soil below.