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Forum/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=4597909&start=220#p135680539Chosen Prompt: What is the bravest they’ve ever been?
Prompt Response:
“Anova, your mission is to record data on those kits and rely the info back to us. You have to follow them.”
Anova had only nodded in response. He knew his mission and he knew it well. He didn’t need to be reminded. Following the kits was the only option, it was what he had trained his whole life for.
…but yet what was this feeling?
Fear.
No, Anova couldn’t be afraid. He wasn’t supposed to feel fear like this. Fear was supposed to be outweighed by just natural survival instincts and self preservation. So why was he afraid? Because there was nothing to help him in this situation, there was no way he could ever prepare for this. He could die.
As he took a deep breath, he hailed the ship of Gimlet and Absinthe. They didn’t answer, but he knew that his voice should still sound over the intercom system.
“Gimlet, Absinthe, what’s happened to the ship? Your computer NAV seems to be failing, please try to manually steer back on course.” Anova tried hard not to let the fear show in his voice, although he imagined even if he did that the kits were already freaking out anyway.
As he watched the experimental ship stray further off of its course past the planet and closer to the gravitational field he felt the know in his stomach grow. He knew his comment to them would have been useless, they were not stupid kits. They were chosen for this mission because they were talented. Not the most intelligent of their class, but fourth and fifth in their class respectively. Anova took a deep breath and put his hands on the manual steering and followed the ship.
Anova watched the kits’ ship turn into a meteoroid-like object. The metal glowing red hot and the visible atmosphere moving around them. Anova fought the urge to pull up on the steering and go home. He had caught up significantly to the kits once their navigation failed on them, but even still he had about a half of a day before he would also enter the planet earths atmosphere.
Half a day felt like a century.
As Anova’s ship finally approached the atmosphere, he could swear he saw the way the air moved around his ship. He was surprised, even, by how quickly he saw the thermo-gauge start climbing. The air friction on this planet was much more extreme than he imagined.
“Gimlet, Absinthe! You better make it out of this” Anova was screaming to himself. His heart felt like it was beating at double its normal pace and his hands were shaky.
Anova watched the screen as he saw the kit ship crash onto a large stretch of land. It was a well treed area, and Anova just had to hope that they made it out okay. He would have to aim himself for the same heavily forested landmass (Northern Canada).
Within an hour it had become extremely hot inside of Anova’s spacecraft. He had been exposed to higher heats in his training, but that did not make it any less uncomfortable. His computer began to blink and static, which was concerning. He knew he wasn’t in the most high powered ship, but he didn’t expect his electronics to fry. This would be bad. First his screen blinked out, and soon after he lost all the steering on his ship. He was now at the mercy of the trajectory he already set himself on. Turbulence began to toss Anova around like a rag doll, so he forced himself to hold onto his chair, although strapping in might cause him a hazard during the landing. The lights on his ship all exploded at once from the pressure, and now Anova would simply wait.
He found himself screaming. Through a window on the ship, Anova could see he was very close to the ground now. He hadn’t gotten to see where the kit ship crashed, and he just had to hope he landed close to them.
The impact was terrifying. Only in a matter of seconds- that seemed to slow down into years- Anova heard the sound of metal crashing and crunching against trees, glass shattering and everything on his ship being thrown with the instant stop in velocity. He could not hold himself in his chair, and was flung into the fried out screen. Once the air blew into the ship from the broken windows, Anova felt how cold the air outside was. It was refreshing. His body ached instantly, and going from red hot to so cold made Anova just decide to rest right there on the dashboard. Or at least he would say it was a choice, but really, it was the choice of the massive concussion he had.
When Anova woke up, he found himself laying in a pool of his own goop, which was leaking into the mechanics of the dashboard of his ship. He was cold- snow had blown into the ship. Anova slowly forced himself up, dizzy and in pain. He limped out of the now-broken ship, and stared out into the scene in front of him. An infinitely large copse of trees in front of him. No way to see where the kits went.
“”Absinthe! … Gimlet!” He called out, seething after each deep breath he took to call out. He knew it was useless. He would have to find them himself.
He turned around and went back into the ship. He still felt panic in his paws, or maybe it was glass. He could tell by the amount of goop he had been laying in that he was probably knocked out for a day and a half. The kits could be anywhere. When Anova looked at the computer parts, he wondered if he’d be able to fix them. They didn’t look all totally broken, just some melted and some compacted and crunched from the impact.
He took another deep breath that caused him to grab his ribs, feeling for if he had potentially broken a rib. He couldn’t tell. Either way, his next mission would be finding the kits. Exploring for as long as it takes to find them. He just wished that being devout of any and all technology and being equipped with only a general knowledge of this planet wasn’t so scary. But his survival skills would win out still… right?
He shook himself. His concussion must be making him emotional. Anyway. Time to go.
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