Re: Team Vespidae

Who: Joe Craggins
When: About 10 minutes after everyone set off in the Vespidae
Where: Blue Dwarf
Joe glanced at the mission objectives for Team Vespidae and noticed
what they were up against. Joe relaised on this ship, you can't be
too cafefull and jogged up to the acting commanding officer of the
pilots. After getting permission to go as well, he climbed into a
Space Eagle and blasted off at high speed out of the landing
bay. "Home sweet home!" he thought, as the Eagle zoomed after the
fast disapeering speck that was the Vespidae. Joe set the autopilot
for New Australia and reclined in his seat, taking in the fresh
leather cockpit smell he was used to.
A good while later the computer annouced they had arrived at New
Australia. Joe stared at the bright orange desert planet below him
and disengaged the autopilot. Joe had never seen a desert before.
His time in the space corps had never included any deserts and he
pulled into the planets atmosphere with almost primal curiousty. Joe
descended to quite a low altitude and after running an atmosphere
check to check the air was breathable, he opened the canopey. Hot,
sandy air whipped past him, staining his crew-cut brown hair with
streaks of sand. He felt the twin suns bearing down on him and
immedietly felt his skin tanning. Laughing wildly, he swooped even
lower so that the sand blew round underneath him due to his engines.
Suddenly the flat plain beneath him turned into a gaping canyon 2x
bigger than the Grand Canyon on Earth. Madly, he pointed his craft
down and sped up, so he was hurtling towards the bottem at a massive
speed. Just before he hit the bottem, at the last possible moment he
pulled up, screaming with laughter and enjoyment. He soared out of
the canyon, the sensation sobering him up a little. He wasn't here
on a Sunday school outing, he had to find the others, they could be
in danger for all he knew. He turned the ships radar on and saw the
solitary, unmoving blob of the Vespidae. He gunned his engines and
sped towards it.
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "lucky_coincidence"
<phil_crestor@...> wrote:
>
> Who: Amber's Team (Amber, Callum, Mel, Peter and Keto)
> Where: The Vespidae
> When: Two hours into the flight
> =========================
>
> <<SNIP>>
> Amber had given them a brief outline of their mission, to find some
> Mush-a-Roo's on New Australia and collect their spores, before
sending
> them back to their respective quarters and offices to gather
whatever
> supplies would be necessary.
>
> ...
>
> Peter, being a pilot himself, was never one to be comfortable when
> being a passenger. He attempted to make conversation with both
Amber
> and Keto, the latter he didn't know very well, but both had
failed -
> All he got from Amber was that their flight would be another 2
hours
> at maximum speed, and from Keto all he had got was a snappy put
down
> and derivative look.
>
> "Anyone for travel scrabble?" he heard CK say, and holding a
miniature
> scrabble board.
>
> It was going to be a long flight.
> <<END SNIP>>
>
> -- Two Hours Later --
>
> There was a faint 'bump' as the Vespidae touched down on a small
rock
> outcropping in the shadow of a much larger plateau, overlooking
many
> miles of plains stretching off to the horizons of New Australia.
Warm
> air buffeted the team as they stepped outside, shielding their
eyes.
>
> "So what," asked CK, looking around and surreptitiously pocketing
his
> travel scrabble, "Does a Mush-a-Roo look like?"
>
> "It's about sixteen feet tall when mature and resembles something
like
> a giant, thin mushroom..." began Keto.
>
> "That doesn't sound so bad!" said Peter, somewhat optimistically.
He
> was met with a cynical glare from Amber and a bitter one from Keto.
>
> "...LIKE a giant mushroom," continued Keto, "Only it bounds along
the
> landscape on huge feet with even huger claws on them, dripping with
> poison the very vapours of which are lethal to humans upon
contact."
>
> "Ah."
>
> "Also, they're carnivorous, hunt in packs and like to digest their
> victims at a distance with a combination of their claw venom and
some
> extremely acidic spores. Acidic spores, I should point out, that
we
> are required to harvest and return to the Blue Dwarf."
>
> "That's...bad," admitted Peter, "So what do we do?"
>
> "You wake me up when you get back," growled Keto, heading for the
door
> of the Vespidae, "They're probably out on those plains, somewhere.
> Did I mention they camouflage themselves pretty well, too? Have a
> great trip!"
>
> The Vespidae, however, turned its back on Keto and refused to let
him
> in. The doctor turned to be greeted by the sight of Amber smiling
> smugly, and ground his teeth.
>
> "Fine," he muttered, "But just remember - if I die, or just decide
I
> don't like you any more, nobody's going to be able to heal the
> horrific injuries that you'll suffer."
>
> "Oh come on, they're only mushrooms! They can't be that bad!"
> protested Peter.
>
> "I didn't mean from the mushrooms," Keto murmured, but nobody
heard him.
>
> =========================
> OOC: Tag any of Team Vespidae! ;)
>