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Now where the hell was that connection? Shit. Forward Med is configured for overpressure, up to two atmospheres. Need O2h2O, what the… Oh, need O2 and water. Tapping back, he sent R U O K H O W M N Y. Forward Med? Where the hell is, oh yeah, that’s the pressure space up on deck six.

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He was getting ready to try it again, when a series of taps came back, F W D M E D. Code! Somebody’s alive somewhere.ĭropping his bag, he took out a spanner, and frantically thought back to his training, then laboriously tapped out W H E R E R U. Where the fuck do I know that from? Ah shit. Leaning his plasteel helmet against the bulkhead, he could vaguely hear three fast taps, three slow taps, and three fast taps, repeated over and over. Was that something he had done? Or? He stood there for a minute or two, then felt a tremor again. He had to cross Main Street, as it was called, to get to the space, and as he put a glove on the wall, he felt a tremor. He saw a couple of reddish smears in his helmet light, but knew better than to look too closely at them.

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He hit the emergency override, and cracked the hatch, peering carefully out into a deserted, eerily lit passageway.Ĭarrying his tool bag, he moved aft toward the maintenance shop, amid the clutter and detritus of what had obviously been and explosive decompression. Cycling it closed, he noted the emergency lights on, and saw the no pressure indicator on the interior hatch. Shambling back to the airlock, he popped it open, unclipped and stepped through. How long were we working on the shield? Half hour, one hour? It was programmed for a two hour EVA, total. I must have a leak, or was I out for, shit. Some fucking spacer I am.Ī flashing alert caused him to glance up at the HUD, and he saw an amber LOW O2, ONE HOUR REMAINING, roll across the top of the HUD. I get out for something safer, and I get my ship blown out from under me on my second underway. Fourteen years in GalPat and two major battles, we got one minor hole. “Is there anybody out there? Hellooo?” Turning around he gasped as he looked aft, the stern third of the ship was… Gone. He’d seen those before, in his other life, as he called it. Reaching the tether, he coiled it in, and found the end of it burned, almost like a laser cut. Anybody there?” He heard pops again, but no answer. Shuffling painfully forward, he tongued to all-call, and steeled his voice to calmness, “M-twelve, on all call. He looked forward to where Duggan should have been tethered, and only saw a flopping tether, with nothing attached. His tool bag tugged gently at his waist, as it floated at the end of its tether. He was pin wheeling slowly in space, and looked down to see he was still boot locked onto Star Liner number 133, Destiny. He almost wished he hadn’t, when his mind registered what he was seeing. Extracting one arm from the arm controls, he reached behind him and pulled out a Sani-wipe, scrubbing it over the inside of the helmet. How copy?” He heard pops in the speakers, so he knew he was getting out, or so he thought. He tongued the mic, “M-twelve, maintenance forward?” He didn’t hear a reply and tried again, “M-twelve, calling maintenance. What happened? Did something hit me? Am I a Dutchman? I was working on the forward particle shield power connector. He finally realized it was blood inside of his helmet, he frantically gasped for air, and was thankful to find there was air, even as his ribs spasmed from the pain.

Lherson groaned as he tried to roll over, What the hell? Feels like my damn ribs are broke… Consciousness came flooding back, and with it a red haze.

As always, unedited, stream of consciousness… But I’m getting back into the ‘feel’ of the world. Starting back to work on the second Rimworld novel now.ĩ000 words as of today. Old NFO is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to. Section 107, the material on this site is distributed without profit to those who have expressed a prior interest in receiving the included information for research and educational purposes. Such material is made available for educational purposes, and as such this constitutes ‘fair use’ of any such copyrighted material as provided for in section 107 of the US Copyright Act. This site contains copyrighted material, the use of which may or may not have been specifically authorized by the copyright owner. All rights reserved, except that others may quote from original content under the ‘Fair Use’ provisions of US copyright law. Eastern Iowa Firearms TrainingĪll original content on this Web site is copyright © on date of publication by this author.

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