Turn 12: The Shuttles
Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2021 4:01 pm
The US Colonial Marines’ ordinance was remarkably effective and resilient. Nevertheless, under 50 atmospheres of water pressure, the pulse rifles were reduced to useless weight. At least with the pressurization, any remaining infected people were certainly dead. The question now was the shuttles that carried the cryotubes and the infected Marines.
“Sykes to shuttle alpha and bravo. Report status.”
Lieutenant Harper replied, “This is alpha shuttle, we got a little shook up, but the hull is fine. We are secure.”
“Bravo?”
“Williams here, we’ve got a problem…” The Marines were helpless as they heard a shout and then a gunshot through their radios. Then they heard Private Dwight Carlson shouting like a maniac. “You think you can keep me prisoner?! Where are you taking us?! Are we just your sick little experiments?! I’m getting out of here!”
“Private Carlson, stand down, that’s an order!” barked Sykes through the radio. Then there was a loud bang and the radio went silent. “Shuttle bay bravo, move out people!”
The Marines moved across the metal floor of the ship toward the shuttle bay. With the increased pressure, the suits loosened up and began to function properly again. As they reached the shuttle, they saw immediately what happened. The ramp at the rear of the shuttle was halfway down and the inside was filled with water. Climbing inside, they witnessed all the horrors of rapid pressurization. The glass of the cryotubes was gone, no doubt smashed by the tidal wave of water. The bodies inside the cryotubes were smashed to pulp, the individual features of the victims deformed under the massive pressure. The only consolation was that the deaths must have been instantaneous.
In the middle of the shuttle lay two more bodies. Private Williams’ suit had been punctured by a bullet in the gut. The water pressure had destroyed his body. The glass faceplate of his helmet was an opaque mark of gore. As the water entered the bullet hole it would have pushed the soft human body into the helmet and/or the boots of the suit. Beside him lay Private Carlson’s suit. The helmet was off and nothing was visible of the man’s head. The water would have crushed his body down into the boots of the suit.
Sykes shook his head, but he had seen enough gruesome death in his years to be largely unaffected, at least militarily unaffected. “There’s still one shuttle to save, and we are running out of time. Let’s move, people.” The Marines moved into shuttle bay alpha and began the difficult process of getting the shuttle free. The mini-subs had coordinated with Lieutenant Harper and they were arrayed outside the shuttle bays. First the Marines had to get the hangar bay door open. They connected the towing cables of the various mini-subs to the door. Then the helmsmen all accelerated away in unison and the hatch was pulled clean off the Quantum Herald’s hull. Next, they repeated the process of connecting the tow cables to the shuttle itself and towing it slowly out into the silt of the seabed where it immediately sank up to the gills.
“Henniger, call in the Nehalennia. We’re going to need a bigger tow rope.”
(OOC: I am going on vacation to Michigan for two weeks. I might have a chance to post the next turn in a week but maybe not. I will see if Morse can post the turn for me since his character is unconscious.)
“Sykes to shuttle alpha and bravo. Report status.”
Lieutenant Harper replied, “This is alpha shuttle, we got a little shook up, but the hull is fine. We are secure.”
“Bravo?”
“Williams here, we’ve got a problem…” The Marines were helpless as they heard a shout and then a gunshot through their radios. Then they heard Private Dwight Carlson shouting like a maniac. “You think you can keep me prisoner?! Where are you taking us?! Are we just your sick little experiments?! I’m getting out of here!”
“Private Carlson, stand down, that’s an order!” barked Sykes through the radio. Then there was a loud bang and the radio went silent. “Shuttle bay bravo, move out people!”
The Marines moved across the metal floor of the ship toward the shuttle bay. With the increased pressure, the suits loosened up and began to function properly again. As they reached the shuttle, they saw immediately what happened. The ramp at the rear of the shuttle was halfway down and the inside was filled with water. Climbing inside, they witnessed all the horrors of rapid pressurization. The glass of the cryotubes was gone, no doubt smashed by the tidal wave of water. The bodies inside the cryotubes were smashed to pulp, the individual features of the victims deformed under the massive pressure. The only consolation was that the deaths must have been instantaneous.
In the middle of the shuttle lay two more bodies. Private Williams’ suit had been punctured by a bullet in the gut. The water pressure had destroyed his body. The glass faceplate of his helmet was an opaque mark of gore. As the water entered the bullet hole it would have pushed the soft human body into the helmet and/or the boots of the suit. Beside him lay Private Carlson’s suit. The helmet was off and nothing was visible of the man’s head. The water would have crushed his body down into the boots of the suit.
Sykes shook his head, but he had seen enough gruesome death in his years to be largely unaffected, at least militarily unaffected. “There’s still one shuttle to save, and we are running out of time. Let’s move, people.” The Marines moved into shuttle bay alpha and began the difficult process of getting the shuttle free. The mini-subs had coordinated with Lieutenant Harper and they were arrayed outside the shuttle bays. First the Marines had to get the hangar bay door open. They connected the towing cables of the various mini-subs to the door. Then the helmsmen all accelerated away in unison and the hatch was pulled clean off the Quantum Herald’s hull. Next, they repeated the process of connecting the tow cables to the shuttle itself and towing it slowly out into the silt of the seabed where it immediately sank up to the gills.
“Henniger, call in the Nehalennia. We’re going to need a bigger tow rope.”
(OOC: I am going on vacation to Michigan for two weeks. I might have a chance to post the next turn in a week but maybe not. I will see if Morse can post the turn for me since his character is unconscious.)