The Gulag’s – Chapter 2Author: Jon Martin | Tuesday, April 27th, 2010 |
Grant and Chane stood in front of the huge outer-airlock. It’s three chambers reached outside the ship and into space. The first was a safe room where clothes could be deposited, followed by a chemical shower, the last room was a shower area and an area to store your fatigues. Chane and Grant watched as it was suddenly torn away from the ship.
“Fuck!” Grant exhaled. He was dressed in the same fatigues as Chase. Chase recoiled as the last piece of the third chamber was stripped from the ship’s outside wall. They lost the chambers but the rest of the ship would be fine. The ship was called the OverEinder 2 and it was created to withstand black-hole sized pressures.
The OverEinder 2 screeched and quivered under the strain of the Gulag’s auto-lock. A normal ship would have already been crushed. Perhaps that was the point of of the Gulag’s auto-lock, to destroy anything before it reached the Gulag.
“You think they’re trying to kill us?” Chane asked, turning to Grant.
“Fraid so” Grant said quielty. He reached into his pocket and took out his Navi-C. It was his PDA of choice and was connected to all parts of the ship, it made the control room obsolete as he could do anything he needed while patrolling the OverEinder.
Chane watched as Grant made a few swiping motions with his finger over the Navi.
“The amount of pressure we are under is staggering, The Gulag itself could not withstand such pressure.. and I have next to no idea as to how this amount of pressure is being generated.” Grant said, his eyes never leaving the cube-shaped Navi-C. Grant sighed.
Karina’s trademark high heels could be heard as she approached from behind the two.
“Where is the air-lock?!” Karina asked, her eyes registering panic. Chane looked from Grant to her.
“It’s the Gulag’s now”.
And just as Chane said that, Karina could see it for herself outside the gate in front of them, far in space, the three chambers spiraled toward the Gulag, propelled by some unknown force. Then, in an instant, they burst apart, and there was only dust.
“Will that happen to us!?!” Karina shrieked suddenly, she grabbed onto Chane and looked into his eyes. He pushed her off roughly, his eyes blazed red. Grant quickly jumped to her side.
“No need to be so rude, she was only scared-” Grant helped Karina to her feet. Chane stared down at the two for a second then shook his head.
“You don’t know who she really is.”
Karina’s scared expression suddenly became quite stoic. Her pupils focused on Chane’s chest. The gears in her eyes began to rotate, something clicked in place and now she could see his heart. If only she was allowed, she could crush that pathetic looking organ of his.
“I know she deserves respect like any other human does”. Grant said looking into Chane’s eyes.
“You may not be human but that doesn’t mean you get to treat others like they aren’t!”
Karina could only look away as Chane laughed hysterically. He stopped suddenly as the OverEinder 2 jerked sideways, throwing all three of them toward the other end of the hall. Everything went black.
As Karina came to, she felt her face being licked. Opening her eyes, she found herself face to face with a golden retriever. It tilted it’s head sideways as it looked her over, then turned and walked away. As Karina’s eyes focused she could see that both Chane and Grant were still unconscious, a tall pale man hovered over them, his hair was black and greasy, he looked back at Karina.
“Oh, you’re awake, are you injured?”. Karina looked herself over. She looked around the ship, it was undamaged although some of the lights seemed to be short-circuiting.
“I don’t think so, my head is throbbing though..” Karina reached up and felt her head, there was some blood and a large bump. Nothing major. She slowly got to her feet.
“Thurston, what happened?” Karina asked.
Thurston reached into his pocket and took out a small black vial, he fiddled with the front of it. It started to hiss, he quickly knelt down and applied it to Chane’s neck.
“Newman, get out of there!” Thurston yelled suddenly. Karina looked over at the golden retriever, it was licking some crackers spread along the floor, they must have fallen out of one of the cabinets when the ship shifted. Karina turned toward Thurston.
“How the hell did you get a dog onboard without anyone finding out?”
Thurston just smiled, as he took the vial away from Chane’s neck. Chane’s eyes slowly opened. Thurston knelt down and looked into Chane’s eyes, with a flash, a beam of light shot out from Thurston’s retina. He focused it into Chane’s pupil.
“Are you feeling OK?” Thurston asked.
Chane nodded. Thurston switched eyes, moving to Chane’s left eye.
“How is the rest of the crew?” Chane asked, struggling to focus his eyes on Thurston.
“The rest of the crew is dead.”