Writers note:
This story occurs after the Outpost 31 incident, only a couple of days really. The setting is in the Amundson-Scott South Pole Station, Antartica. It's tied to the original 1982 film and prequel.
It had also been inspired by Peter Watts The Things and many of H.P. Lovecraft's works.
I will continue to update chapters into it, as the story is not yet complete. The story will be regularly edited to rule out imperfections. It will also be conventially gorey and use some of the same tactics The Thing did in the 1982 film.
But, it offers a new aspect or two.
You won't know yet, but soon you shall.
Have a good read.
And don't forget:
Man is the warmest place to hide.
[CHAPTER ONE]
Two helicopters aviate over the harsh, barren and rather cold wasteland known to civilization as 'Antartica'. Or a seemingly endless landscape of it. Very desolate and unhospitable the place was, rest assured. But, no longer. For this was no longer the Antartic. To the passengers on the helicopters, this place was now home for the rest of the winter. They all got here early for the winter before spring. A week in a half or so, actually. All the new folk here are gonna love it here
The helicopters all set and land in their consecutive landing zones, which were built by positioning steel flag poles with flags on them into a circle. Once landing, one of the crushed a flagpole. One of the passengers on this specific helicopters was visibly upset about the action and jeered at his pilots.
"Huh. Yeah, Niklas! Would you mind telling me just what in the hell are you doing?!"
The passenger interrogated the pilot, much to the Finnish pilot's dismay, and flinched at the passenger's yelling.
"Uh, yeah...Uh...Sorry about that, Andrew, but I mean...It's just a flag, not like it can wreck our helikopteri."
"Well, of course it can't wreck the- Wait, just a flag? Just a- Ugh, forget it."
The passenger hops off the helicopter and drags his backpack off of the floor of the helicopter with him too, before stepping back, and creating small crunching noises from the snow.
"Well, fellas, what're you all doing? Get your shit and go! We gotta get orientated."
"We're JUST arriving at the station. Calm down, Andy, damn. You're not in command either, Richards is."
A african american fellow who was about 5'7 tall said, hopping off the helicopter as well, landing feet on the white, snowy ground. Andrew could now get a closer look at what he wore, and what he wore was a green cup from under his blue hoodie and grey layered sweatpants and some black boots. He then pulled off his own grey hiking bag off the helicopter and onto his back as he walked onto the stations.
"Hey, don't tell me to 'calm down' Conrad! It's gettin' cold out here, you wanna freeze to death? Besides, as you said, Richards needs to get us orientated. We're the new guys, remember?"
"It's always cold here. Get used to it here. And Richards can wait. That was a long ass ride."
The slightly taller male said to Andrew, not even looking over his shoulder to glance at the other. Andrew growled lowly and defeatedly and began to walk after Conrad, before taking one last glimpse at the Station helicopter.
"Amerikkalaiset... Kiivas, mutta ei kuuma elin vastustaa kylmä..."
Ervin, the co-pilot muttered in his own language, before chuckling a bit to himself. Then, he looked over to a window and saw his own reflection, faintly and dully still able to see his own green eyes through his goggles, however. Lazily, he pulled open his side door and fell out of it, landing on his feet. A few others including Niklas jumped out and took their gear, including Joseph Frankfurd, the british doctor and surgeon for the team who stood at about 5'6 and had a meek appearance in all, having a skinny stature for his age. Then, Eemeli Alpi, the Finnish guard who stood at 6'2 and almost seemed to be a giant to the others. A blond, blue eyed, gentle giant. But, a strong one. And finally Henry Love, a whole mix of things. A writer, and researcher and also paleontologist. There were quite a few paleontologists arriving in the Antartic these days. Supposedly Norwegians. In fact, a couple of way from this site was some American outpost. Outpost 31, and right near it would be the Norwegian camp, Thule. The Norwegians there were supposedly on some expedition. Some kind of paleontology project. Why would there be paleontologists in the Antartic anyways? It didn't matter. Now that we bring up Henry...He was actually a quite queer young man, contrasting to some of the older men here. He was about 5'5, had pale skin, blue bright eyes and brown, nicely kempt hair. He had little to no imperfections on his skin, though you couldn't tell from his whole body being dressed by a red, stuffed coat, which seems to have had a green jacket inside. He was also seemingly attempting to grow a beard, but it didn't work that well. His time here may change that though, since the hair would keep him more warm. He came out the helicopter last, having just read At The Mountains of Madness By H.P. Lovecraft, and still holding onto the book. He also held a journal with him, showing that the queer,odd, young gentleman had been either citing from the story
He looked around and saw as other new members of the team exited the helicopter and head towards the station, talking to the old members about the station
Yeah...This was it.
The Amundsen-Scott Station.
This.
This was home now.