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| Part 3: Salvage Posted by: Báden at 02-15-2014 01:59 AM, Last Modified 02-15-2014 01:59 AM |
"Maybe pirates sunk us and we just happened to land in an unclaimed area" I said, trying not to sound as scared as I felt.
"Pirates who don't steal anything and who just HAPPEN to be out of sight when the target goes down? I don't think so, I think someone targeted our transport specifically, someone who wanted everyone onbaord dead, which means they'll be searching for survivors." He explained, looking much older than he was with each passing minute. "Back to the craft," he commanded "I really hope the damn thing still works." We went back to the craft and Jenson climbed inside, then grabbed the radio attached to the front. He kicked the starter once, twice, three times, then the emergency craft came to life with an unhealthy, shuddering cough-then-sigh grinding sound. He switched on the radio and said "Command this is the current head security officer of the MX-385 transport, we've been sunk by an unknown assailant and are stranded on a planet we don't really know anything about, please advise, over."
Then, after a moment's pause "Officer Jenson, correct?"
"That is correct."
"Jenson, could you please give us your current location?"
"I don't think I can, I'm in one of the old radiation sniffers and she's barely running."
"Jenson, repeat that, I'm getting heavy interference, over."
"What do you mean 'interference'? Were crystal clear over here."
"Jenson, Jenson! I think I lost your signal. Jenson do you read, over?"
"Yes I read, goddammit, what the hell is going on?!"
"Jenson, I don't think you can hear me, but I've lost your signal, I have to sign off, over and out."
Jenson cursed under his breath and turned back to me. "I guess we're on out own for awhile."
"Does the radio disconnect from the rest of the console?"
"Hey, good idea, kid, I'll check." He turned around and grabbed the sides of the radio and pulled on it. It came off easily with a small click, and was very light. Disconnected, it looked a bit like a CB radio, but black and much more sleek. Jenson began walking away, the radio tucked under his left arm, and I asked "Where are we going?"
"See if we can salvage anything from the M."
"Shouldn't we bring our guns?"
"I have mine." He said, then lifted the rifle he had dangling around his neck that I hadn't noticed he'd grabbed. I quickly snatched up my 9mm and had to jog to catch up with him, then we walked casually together to the twisted wreckage of the transport. Once we got there, Jenson started rummaging through said wreckage, searching for something I was sure he'd never find. I watched him for a bit, but got bored and began off-handedly pawing through what was left of what I was pretty sure was the staff kitchen. Jenson exclaimed triumphantly and stood up, holding what looked like another burnt piece of metal, only it wasn't crushed and twisted, it actually looked like the hazard box I had found earlier, only metal instead of hard plastic. "The hell is that?" I asked.
"Ship's black box, got 'em in all the airplanes and now all the-" He was cut off by a frighteningly loud burst of gunfire. He dripped the box and ducked for cover, there was plenty so he didn't have much trouble, and I spun to look for who was shooting, crouching and raising my pistol simultaneously. I saw nobody, but heard the gunfire again, louder, therefore closer. Now I had also taken cover and Jenson had his rifle raised, and we were both searching frantically for the shooter before they could hit us. I heard a bullet ricochet off the metal whatever-it-was next to me and I went into full prone. Jenson fired blindly in the general direction of the sound of the gunshots, spraying as much as he could, but apparently hit nothing before he had to reload. I realized Jenson might be an easy target, so I jumped up and fired in the same direction he had been firing in, but not nearly for as long. Long enough, though, for him to reload and work his way over to me. We shared a frightened glance, then he stood up and began firing again while I reloaded....... |
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