Hey guys, NinjaMaster here! I know I haven't done much writing in a while, but that's because I have been focusing all of my writing efforts on my original story that I'm writing and having issues with school. I've also had Writer's Block for Rebellion and also Menace of the Nether. But I promise I will get back to them soon enough once I get through this week, and then it's Christmas break!
Anyways, I'm trying something new, and this is going to be a little mini-series that I am writing about for this 1.8. Minecraft Adventure Map called Alien Isolation. It is sort of a horror/adventure type of adventure map, and I recommend watching it if you like adventure maps. Anyways, the two main people in this story are going to be myself (my character Sierra) and a random YouTuber which was picked at random, and the YouTuber that I am going to star in this is: BajanCanadian!
This is an actual map that can be played on, so I will be changing names of certain characters and changing the lines to certain parts, but in general this is what happens in the actual map. This is also an actual video game, so go and check it out! I don't own anything from these two games. Also, there will be no swearing in this, so even though the game does swear at times, I will not be writing that in.
Enjoy, and keep your eye out for more mini-series like this to come staring different YouTubers!
The year is 2437. For years Minecrafters have traveled across the universe in search of precious ores that they needed that could not be found anywhere on Minecraftia. Brave souls risked their lives to travel in space to get these ores, to save their world. They knew the dangers, they knew what was out there that wanted to kill them. But they still volunteered to gather these items and helped their planet.
I am one of them. My name is Sierra Hughes, and I am an astronaut.
My brother, Mitchell Hughes, volunteered with me ten years ago to head into space, to travel to distant planets to gather resources. I am grateful that he is always there with me. Without him, I would have gone crazy traveling through space those ten years. We always stick together, no matter the mission and no matter the circumstances. Because of this we have survived. We have survived the many alien attacks on us, we have survived ship explosions and planet explosions. Without my brother, I would be dead.
At that time, we were on a mission to go and check out a certain ship, the USS Mandra, which had been unable to respond to government communications. A small team, comprising of me, my brother, and five others, were sent out to check out what was wrong on the USS Mandra.
"Yo, Sierra, get up!"
Groaning, I opened my eyes, looking up to my brother, who stood over me. He wore his normal clothes instead of a space suit, which surprised me. The red and black checkered jacket that he wore was partially open, being half-way zipped up and his sleeves being slightly rolled up. He wore a long-sleeved tan shirt underneath his jacket, and on his chest he wore a white shirt with a dog tag necklace around his neck. He wore clean dark blue jeans and red and white shoes. His spiked brown hair was slightly ruffled from sleep, showing that he was rather lazy to do his hair that morning. Or night. Whatever time it was. It is hard to keep track of time in space and on the USS Juneflower.
"Hey, Michael said to get you up. He said we have to get ready. We are approaching the USS Mandra as we speak," Mitch said, smiling towards me while backing up slightly. Rubbing my eyes, I then nodded to my brother, and he quickly left my room.
Pushing myself up out of bed, I quickly looked around my tiny room. Since we only had a crew of seven, each person was able to get their own sleeping quarters, which was a treat for all of us. We had worked many missions together previously, and we all felt like family. My room was small, only holding a bed, a small table, and a closet. We didn't need a lot of room while we were in space. Standing up, I walked over to my closet, quickly pulling out a simple pair of clothes, black short-shorts, a white tank top, black and green boots, green and blue wristbands, and green overall straps that hung at my sides. I dressed quickly, excitement building up inside of me. I had been preparing to go to the USS Mandra for weeks now. I wanted to do something good, and my chance had finally arrived.
Rushing out of my room, I quickly ran into the main bridge, a small room with a couple dozen computer systems and several chairs. Every single person on the crew was in there at that moment, and I ran up to my brother, who was standing still with his arms crossed over his chest.
Michael Hymes smiled up to me, and he said, "Ah, good, glad that you're awake now, Sierra. Thought you would miss out on the mission on USS Mandra."
"Sierra would never want to miss out on an opportunity like this. Trust me, I've known her for seven years. That would not be like her at all," one of the crew members, Rick Morrison, said. I looked over to him and smiled. Rick was a very caring guy, being very protective of his other crew members and of his task. He is a very skilled individual, always getting the task set to him done quickly and never delaying the outcome. We met seven years ago on a mission to a planet called Apreshan, where a group of terrorists were taking over the planet and killing innocent people. He saved me three times that mission, and since then, we had been close friends.
"Well, good thing that she is here then. Anyways, as Mitchell probably already told you, we are approaching the USS Mandra as we speak. We have not been able to set up a communication with them yet, but I will do that while you guys start preparing to head on board. Justice, you and Liliana head over to the weapons bay and start grabbing weapons for all of you. Rick, you and Wren help me try and line up communications with the USS Mandra and also with the government to try and let them know what is going on. Mitch, Sierra, you two head over to the airlock and prep the suits you six will be wearing. Got it?" Michael said, looking to each of the crew members. Everyone nodded and began to head to their tasks.
Justice Pineda and Liliana Pineda were a couple, having been married for twenty years. Though their age causes some problems for fast mobility, they were skilled in handling weapons and computers. They were usually the technicians on board, but this mission it was only Michael. They didn't mind though, all they cared about was taking care of their fellow men and their planet. Wren Kuldell is a very silent man, not talking much and always keeping to himself. When you get to know him, though, he can be a nice guy and very funny. He is very intelligent, having an IQ of 167, higher than most people's IQ. He mainly specializes in tracking and computer tech stuff, which he had mastered in when he was going to college.
Michael turned in his seat, and then he said, "I'll power up the airlock for you guys so you can go in and start prepping the suits." He pressed a series of buttons, frowned, pressed the same series of buttons, and then slammed his fist on the console. "Notch, the airlock's not powering up. I need you two to go down to the maintenance room and turn the power back on. And try to do it quickly that way we don't waste any time."
"Got it. Come on, let's get going, Sierra," Mitch said, and then we turned to walk of out of the room and started heading for the maintenance corridor.
I took the lead, knowing my way around the ship more than Mitch did. We walked out of the bridge and to the main room, where there was a set of ladders heading down a level. I quickly climbed down the ladder, jumping down from the ladder, Mitch close behind me. I took a look around the room, seeing two different doors at opposite ends of the room. One said "Store Room", the other said "Maintenance". The doors to the store room were sealed shut, but the doors to the Maintenance hall were open. "Guess we only have one way to go, Mitch," I said quickly. Mitch nodded, and then we both started moving down the hallway, quickly being enclosed by darkness.
Stopping in the middle of the hallway, I pressed my communication earpiece firmly, and I said, "Hey, Michael, it's too dark to see anything in the maintenance corridor."
A moment later, Michael responded, "OK, I opened the storage room door. See if you can find a flashlight somewhere in there to use." I turned around, looking past Mitch, and saw the storage room doors pull open. Mitch glanced over to me quickly, and then he started moving towards the storage room doors.
I followed close behind Mitch, walking into the almost empty storage room filled with only a couple of small chests. "This place is bare, almost nothing in these chests," Mitch muttered, kneeling down to examine the contents of the first chest. I stood behind him, looking around the room. Something didn't feel right, as if something was out of place. Everything to me felt mysterious, empty, dangerous.
Finally, after looking into the second chest, Mitch pulled back up. "Ah-ha! I found the flashlight!" he exclaimed, holding the flashlight up as if it was some precious child. He began to examine it, his slim fingers tapping on the outside to check the battery power of the flashlight. A minute later, he cursed. "It's low on battery power. We'll be lucky if this will give us enough light to even see three feet in front of us!"
Putting a hand on my brother's shoulder, I said, "We'll be alright, Mitch. So what if the battery is low on power? We just have to hurry to make sure we get through before the battery runs out."
Mitch laughed, and then he said, "I guess you're right, Si. Anyways, let's get heading towards the maintenance corridor. See if we can fix this power issue." I nodded, and then we began walking towards the maintenance corridor. Mitch took the lead this time, turning on the flashlight, which surprisingly had a very powerful beam, and lead us through the dark hallway. It took us a good minute to walk through the hallway since it was dark and we had to turn down multiple turns, but we got through and found the main generator area. Mitch moved over to the generator while I moved over to the chests nearby. Looking in, I then found a fuse, and turned around to talk to Mitch.
At that moment, Mitch leapt backwards from fright, the generator sparking dangerously and a loud hiss of air escaping from it. "What in the Nether did you do?!" I screamed, surprised from the sudden action.
"I think the fuse blew!" Mitch exclaimed, and then he knelt down to slide underneath the generator. A minute later, his voice came out from under the generator slightly muffled and angered. "Yeah, the fuse blew. Looks like we will need a new fuse, and quick."
"Lucky you I found one," I said, walking up to my brother and holding the fuse out to him.
"Lucky for me I have you here!" Mitch said, taking the fuse in hand and sliding back under the generator to put the new fuse in. A moment later, he pulled back, stood up, and flipped the switch once again to power up the generator. Suddenly, a loud whirring sound erupted from the maintenance corridor, and the lights turned on quickly.
"Great work, guys! The power's back on and the airlock is charging up. Hurry, get back up here and put a suit on!" Michael exclaimed, who was still in a call with us.
"Roger," I replied. I then turned to my brother, nodded, and then we began to run through the hallway. Since we had full light this time, it only took us a couple of seconds to run through the hallway. We made it quickly back to the main room and began to climb up the ladder. I went first, Mitch right behind me, and we swiftly jumped up to the main level. Together we walked through the hallway, but instead of turning left to head to the bridge, we turned right to head into the airlock. Rick, Liliana, Justice and Wren were all in there already, yellow suits on and their helmets fastened to the suit. They all turned to us when we walked in, and Justice laughed.
"Took you long enough to get here," Justice said, grinning towards me and my brother.
"Hey, we were the ones responsible for the power in here, so don't complain, Justice," Mitch stated as he walked towards one of the remaining suits and began to put it on. I walked over to the other suit and quickly slipped into it, making sure that it was secured and tight. Once we were done we gathered in a group, and looked up to the camera where Michael was watching us.
"Good, you're all ready to go! Let's get the airlock prepped... wait, something's wrong!" Michael exclaimed, and right at that moment the light began to flicker. Warning sirens fired off, alarming everyone in there.
"Michael, what's going on!?" Liliana exclaimed in fright.
"The airlock blew a fuse! Its... it's going to open up! I will have to see if I can align the ship so you guys can float into the USS Mandra airlock! Hold on, gu-!" Michael exclaimed, and then he was suddenly cut off mid-speech. Everyone began to panic. Suddenly, he came back, and he yelled, "Contact me if you guys make it!"
Suddenly, the airlock blew open, and everyone was sucked out into space. Everyone screamed, and soon darkness surrounded me. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was a strange looking ship directly in front of me and the last thing I heard was my brother screaming my name.
Whoa, intense, right? If you guys want me to continue this mini-series, show some love for this story! Keep your eyes out for another chapter soon!