The Gulag’s – Chapter 3Author: Jon Martin | Friday, April 30th, 2010 |
Karina and the others only had a few minutes to gather themselves, the OverEinder II was nearing the Gulag’s docking station and it wasn’t slowing down.
“Suit up!” Yelled Thurston, running over to one of the article cabinets. Inside were fatigues and oxygenated suits. Thurston threw five suits on the floor. Chane, Karina and Grant all ran over to grab one.
The OverEinder was screeching and moaning again as it barreled toward the Gulag. Out the front window, they could all see the strange eye-like chasis that adorned the front of the Gulag. It was monochrome and glowed with an other-worldly blueness, it seemed to be staring right at them.
Thurston unzipped one of the suits and began putting it on Newman, the golden retriever.
“What are you? Retarded? We aren’t bringing that thing on board! We need to get supplies and anything we can!” Chane yelled, grabbing a suit for himself. The rest of the group all put on their suits, they pretended not to watch as Karina stripped bare, exposing her breasts and metal mid-section. Grant shook his head and looked at Chane, who smiled.
“Told you she wasn’t who you thought she was.” Chane laughed, he zipped up the rest of his suit and waited as his helmet began to charge.
Karina sighed as she zipped up her suit.
It didn’t matter now though, they would all need each other.. and just because she was bionic didn’t mean she was a cold logical machine. She could be trusted and she could think like a human if she had to.
With a whip like sound Chane’s helmet surrounded his head, long tendrils reached toward the back of his scalp. In a split-second his face was gone, replaced by a shiny black nothingness, the suit suddenly shrunk to fit his body. Grant’s suit did the same, they looked like shiny black shadows. Thurston made some final adjustments then zipped up Newman’s suit, Newman whimpered as his suit shrunk around him but perked up when he found his movement wasn’t hindered.
“You never explained how everyone died!” Chane said to Thurston. Thurston ignored him, he was busy putting on his suit. Grant turned and looked at Karina,he watched as her helmet shrunk onto her head.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were part-biode?” Grant asked. Karina shrugged. There was no specific reason, really, she just never got around to it. Thurston suddenly spoke up.
“A large piece of debris managed to work it’s way into the air filtration system, it caused the system to lock-down, cutting off the sleeping quarters from the rest of the ship. Then, slowly, the air began to leak, I’m not sure how.”
“He’s right..” Grant said, staring at his Navi-C. Grant looked up at Thurston.
“This part of the ship was spared because it had a back-up air unit. You three were unconcious some time, in part because this part of the ship is also losing oxygen. We have to grab everything we can and jettison out of here and on to the Gulag.” Thurston explained.
“Jettison?” Chane asked? Thurston turned and pointed out the window. The Gulag quickly approached.
“We have no time, we’re going to smash into the Gulag if we don’t get out of here.” With that, Thurston grabbed Grant’s Navi-C.
“Hey!” Grant grabbed for it but missed. Thurston swiped quickly and the gate that had led to the main air-lock began to open, he tossed the Navi back to Grant.
“Holy Shit!” Chane yelled! The air from inside the OverEinder began to seep into space, pulling the crew towards the opening chamber door.
“Grab something!” Grant yelled. Karina jumped for the article cabinets, she grabbed one of the doors, Thurston picked up Newman and grabbed the other article cabinet door. Grant grabbed on to Karina and Chane grabbed on to Grant. They all watched as everything inside the cabin began to be pulled outside. The Gulag’s dock was becoming visible, they would have to jump soon.
The Gulag’s dock was a barren long bridge, there was nothing on it, it was reflective, and narrow. They would have to jump out at the perfect moment but as long as their feet touched the dock, they were fine, the magnets in their boots would hold them against the surface.
“Everyone has to hold on to each other, if we can’t get a good hold onto the bridge we’ll all get flung into space like the last crew. Do you want that?” Thurston looked around for an answer and found none. He turned and looked down at Newman.
“You ready boy? This might be a little difficult” Newman barked happily.
“But what do we do about supplies? We need water and food! These suits don’t have energy packs, we have nothing to sustain us!” Karina said, gripping the cabinet.
“There’s no time!” Thurston said, his eyes twitched and started to beep. He focused on The Gulag and plotted it’s velocity.
“Ten seconds until we have to jump!” Thurston yelled over the turbulence of the OverEinder. Newman yipped. To Karina, time felt like it was in slow motion, sparks flew all around her, like bursting fireflies. Were these her last moments? She didn’t have much time to think, as Thurston yanked her behind him, and began their mad dash for the door.
Thurston carried Newman in his arms and pulled Karina behind him, Karina pulled Grant behind her, who was followed by Chane. They all seemed to scream in unison as they approached the door, and for the life of Karina, she couldn’t figure out how that stupid dog would get on the dock, it was hilarious how it flailed around in Thurston’s arms as they made their jump. Stupid Dog…
The ship continued careening past them as they jumped out, for a few seconds they were in the terrifying weightlessness of space. Nothing on all sides, the dock slowly approached under them, they floated, linked at the arms, led in front by Newman, who yelped and yipped as Thurston attempted to keep him under control.
The clank of twelve boots against the dock was a welcome relief, Newman was positively thrilled as he wagged his tail and circled the crew. All of them had made it to the dock.
An explosion behind them spooked Newman and they all turned to see what made the noise. It was the OverEinder exploding into the side of the Gulag. When the smoke cleared all that was left were debris. The Gulag was unharmed.
“What the fuck are we supposed to do now?” Chane cried. He turned back towards Thurston.
“We have no food or water and we don’t even know if we can get in from here!” Thurston turned and began walking up the dock.
“There’s nothing we can do, what’s done is done, I just saved your life.” Thurston raised his hand.
“Come on Newman! Lets go!” Newman ran towards Thurston wagging his tail. Chane turned toward Karina, who shrugged and began to follow Thurston up the dock. Grant followed suit and after a moment of being stubborn Chane jogged to catch up with the others.
As they silently walked towards a large door in the distance, Karina wondered if she even wanted to get inside. Maybe she’d rather die out here, with her hands and legs still attached to her body. She shrugged. They were at the mercy of the Gulag now.. there was no way around it.
- The Gulag’s – Chapter 2
- The Gulag’s – Chapter 1
- GANTZ – Chapter 314
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