When The Tigers Broke Free
An Adventure By:Riley S. Madison
Chapter 3: A Deep Cold
"A world so cold should not be docked on" Weatherbee said lighting up a smoke. Cold it was it was already at 13F and we had just entered the atmosphere. "I always hate it when routine turns sour" Wriggley said twirling his combat knife on the metal table. He seems to be on his six stick of gum. We always have gum stocked just for Wriggley. You see Wriggley has one problem ,anger, and the only way to occupie it is by letting him chew gum. Rumors or maybe facts have been going round for years that he has killed more than a hundred men. But I try not to think about that to much. Wriggley is a nice fellow after all.
Jordan has always had a personel dislike for him. Than again Jordan has a personnel dislike for everyone. "Aye am freezin ma arse off hare!" Grunswick said putting on his camo over jacket. "Turn on your temprature controls and be quiet" I said to him sternly. Grunswick nodded knowingly and flipped a switch on his jacket so it would warm him. "Sir!" Jordan shouted from the cargo hull "Temprature dropped another 3 degress sir!" he said looking around. "Why did'nt we put heat in the cargo hull?" he asked angirly. "Because I could only afford the living quaters" I said coming out the back of the rover. "We mightest well be in cryo for god sakes!" Weatherbee said turning up his coat a bit.
"Landing in 1 minute!" Malcolms voice called over the loudspeaker. "Okay everyone in the rover Wriggley your driving!" I called out taking my seat in the rover. "Aye sir!" he said taking seat at the drivers seat. "Hopps!" I called to the corner of the cargo room. "Yes sir!" he said running over to me. "When we land open the cargo hull door than grab a seat. "Yes sir!" he said getting out to the glass control booth. I took anbout five minutes more before we landed. Technical trouble Malcolm said. But we touched down. Their was something strange about the place it was cold and empty but we figured it was late and this was probably a shut down pad. Not to much trouble for parking on a shutdown pad. Only about a fifteen credit fine just about.
We had not yet left the ship yet instead we decided to stay in it for a night until day break. Inside the quaters higher up on the ship we all sat around a table. With a neon lamp emitting a white almost purpilish glow. It casted weird shadows on all of our faces. Some where at the table except for Hopps and Wriggley who were down stairs cleaning the century guns some more. We where smoking cigars and playing cards the usual when there is nothing to do in deep space. "So Weatherbee tell me more about these aliens" I said raising the pot to two dollars. I did'nt really want to here about them it was just something to talk about. "Well I'm glad you asked you see their said to be eight feet tall and have acid for blood" he said making a shadow puppet against the wall of what it may look like. "Where did you here that?" Medford said raising the pot to six.
"It dosen't matter where I heard it I'm telling you Liutenant Ripley and the others saw what they saw. "Rubbish!" Grunswick said snubbing out
the remainders of a cigar. "Those yanks haf oways bein kind o crezy" he said making the screw lose gesture. "Yeah wheatherbee he's got a poin she
was under cryo for a long time who knows what could have messed her up. What kind of chemicals seeped threw the craks in here skull" Malcolm said filling his glass with a pitcher off beer. "It dosen't do anything I was
under cryo for twelve years once I was fine" he said pointing his thumb into his chest. "Are you sure!" Malcolm said. The room errupted into hardy full blown laughter. "Whatever!" Weatherbee said throwing down his cards. "Fold" I said. Soon after so did everyone else. It wasn't a bad game I lost
six gained twelve all in all a good night.
I checked my seasons watch Artic time. Thats why it was so cold I thought to my self as I nodded off to sleep.
Authors note again!!!- same thing as before
PS. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
An Adventure By:Riley S. Madison
Chapter 3: A Deep Cold
"A world so cold should not be docked on" Weatherbee said lighting up a smoke. Cold it was it was already at 13F and we had just entered the atmosphere. "I always hate it when routine turns sour" Wriggley said twirling his combat knife on the metal table. He seems to be on his six stick of gum. We always have gum stocked just for Wriggley. You see Wriggley has one problem ,anger, and the only way to occupie it is by letting him chew gum. Rumors or maybe facts have been going round for years that he has killed more than a hundred men. But I try not to think about that to much. Wriggley is a nice fellow after all.
Jordan has always had a personel dislike for him. Than again Jordan has a personnel dislike for everyone. "Aye am freezin ma arse off hare!" Grunswick said putting on his camo over jacket. "Turn on your temprature controls and be quiet" I said to him sternly. Grunswick nodded knowingly and flipped a switch on his jacket so it would warm him. "Sir!" Jordan shouted from the cargo hull "Temprature dropped another 3 degress sir!" he said looking around. "Why did'nt we put heat in the cargo hull?" he asked angirly. "Because I could only afford the living quaters" I said coming out the back of the rover. "We mightest well be in cryo for god sakes!" Weatherbee said turning up his coat a bit.
"Landing in 1 minute!" Malcolms voice called over the loudspeaker. "Okay everyone in the rover Wriggley your driving!" I called out taking my seat in the rover. "Aye sir!" he said taking seat at the drivers seat. "Hopps!" I called to the corner of the cargo room. "Yes sir!" he said running over to me. "When we land open the cargo hull door than grab a seat. "Yes sir!" he said getting out to the glass control booth. I took anbout five minutes more before we landed. Technical trouble Malcolm said. But we touched down. Their was something strange about the place it was cold and empty but we figured it was late and this was probably a shut down pad. Not to much trouble for parking on a shutdown pad. Only about a fifteen credit fine just about.
We had not yet left the ship yet instead we decided to stay in it for a night until day break. Inside the quaters higher up on the ship we all sat around a table. With a neon lamp emitting a white almost purpilish glow. It casted weird shadows on all of our faces. Some where at the table except for Hopps and Wriggley who were down stairs cleaning the century guns some more. We where smoking cigars and playing cards the usual when there is nothing to do in deep space. "So Weatherbee tell me more about these aliens" I said raising the pot to two dollars. I did'nt really want to here about them it was just something to talk about. "Well I'm glad you asked you see their said to be eight feet tall and have acid for blood" he said making a shadow puppet against the wall of what it may look like. "Where did you here that?" Medford said raising the pot to six.
"It dosen't matter where I heard it I'm telling you Liutenant Ripley and the others saw what they saw. "Rubbish!" Grunswick said snubbing out
the remainders of a cigar. "Those yanks haf oways bein kind o crezy" he said making the screw lose gesture. "Yeah wheatherbee he's got a poin she
was under cryo for a long time who knows what could have messed her up. What kind of chemicals seeped threw the craks in here skull" Malcolm said filling his glass with a pitcher off beer. "It dosen't do anything I was
under cryo for twelve years once I was fine" he said pointing his thumb into his chest. "Are you sure!" Malcolm said. The room errupted into hardy full blown laughter. "Whatever!" Weatherbee said throwing down his cards. "Fold" I said. Soon after so did everyone else. It wasn't a bad game I lost
six gained twelve all in all a good night.
I checked my seasons watch Artic time. Thats why it was so cold I thought to my self as I nodded off to sleep.
Authors note again!!!- same thing as before
PS. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!