A distortion of light slowly travels through the evening sky just north of the capital city, Reynes.
Radburn guides the cloaked shuttle cautiously as to not create any friction between the hull and the atmosphere. Being found out could change everything they know.
Looking out the cracked windshield, the crew marvels at the size of Reynes. It’s so much larger than they would have imagined. Its tall glass buildings capture the setting sunlight, reflecting it back outwards in a spectacular display of dancing orange and yellow twinkles.
The harbor is packed with shipping vessels and sailboats. Vehicles are racing along the wide highways, transporting their occupant’s home after a long work day.
“It reminds me of New York,” says Brennus
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He touches a button and a panel door opens reveling weapons and other gear. He pulls a small plasma pistol from its clipped in location on the wall and a small bag, prefilled with emergency supplies, like water and food.
The other crew members follow his lead and gear up as well.
Radburn opens the rear hatch of the battle weary Gryphus shuttle and steps out into an unfamiliar world.
It’s hot and humid, making it hard for the crew members to breath at first. Radburn removes his comm device from a lower front pocket and touches a series of icons.
“The atmospheric pressure is different than what we are accustomed to. Gravity is a bit stronger as well,” states Radburn.
He lifts his comm up higher and moves it back and forth in front of himself. The comm takes readings on everything from life forms, atmosphere and terrain.
“Six kilometers… We better get moving. It’s not too far, but the jungle is not the best place to be at night,” says Radburn.
“Maybe we should wait till morning?” questions Tris.
“No. If we’re going to going to try and get Draco schematics, we need to be there before they arrive tomorrow,” says
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Squawks from Stymphalian birds can be heard up high in the towering trees as well as the accessional grown of a Mngwa cat feasting on its prey somewhere in the distance.
Radburn takes the lead, following the direction given on his comm. One hand holds the comm while the other is stretched out in front of him gripping his plasma pistol.
The darkening jungle is dimly lit up in a soft yellow light cast by the two Atlan moons as it filters down through the dense canopy overhead. Radburn can see well enough, but Tris is very nervous. She tightly grips her plasma pistol in one hand and a flash light in the other. She has her fingers ready to switch the light on at the first approaching sound she might hear.
They quickly reach the edge of the city ruins and push forward into the thick jungle. The heat is more extreme than Radburn imagined. He remembered the stories, but experiencing it is a whole different thing. He holsters his weapon and pulls his black leather jacket off exposing his wet sweat soaked shirt. Radburn carefully folds his jacket and pushes it down into his backpack.
The others follow suit and then continue their trek through the thick
The only landmarks available to the eye are dozens of miles of ocean waves, occasionally broken up by an ocean going freighter or container ship that might sometime plod past the area, on their way inbo...
water horizon on the north side, just jaw-dropping, as are the sunsets. If you're unusually fortunate, you may even catch a sighting of the rarity known as
On its voyage the Fitzgerald skippered by Captain McSorley, was closely followed by Captain Cooper of the S.S. Arthur M. Anderson which was another cargo carrying ship. Captain McSorley radioed Captain Cooper saying “Anderson, this is the Fitzgerald. I have sustained some topside damage. I have a fence rail laid down, two vents lost or damaged, and a list. I'm checking down. Will you stay by me till I get to Whitefish?" (McCall). The storm had begun to do damage to the Fitzgerald and things were starting to go south hastily. For being the most technologically advanced ship of its day the Fitzgerald managed to lose both of its two radar systems, making it difficult to traverse the waters. Radar allowed the ship to find shallow spots in the water and any other obstacles they may have needed to try to
It moves to notice a spot of blood that had stained the right side and from there the Rood begins to recount its experience of what had happened when one of the greatest battles that ever told took place.
They took off without any problems. The weather was pleasant and they were fully equipped and ready. Until 3:45 p.m., the tower operators in Fort Lauderdale received a bizarre message from the flight leader, Lt. Charles Taylor. Lt. Taylor reported that they could not see land and that they were off-course. He also reported that they were lost. Baffled, the tower operators told Lieutenant Taylor to go westward, but he answered that they did not know which way west was.
...owerful beam of light that spread out in ever-widening circles. However, as the magnificent light created a beautiful chiaroscuro with the darkness Takayuki was mesmerised and he embraced its warmth and resilience. He was blissfully unaware of the chaos below, content to simply lean against the walls and, breathlessly, continue to admire its unmatched magnificence. This moment would be cherished forever. Takayuki stared up into the heavens before slowly drifting off into a peaceful slumber.
the larger one was the sun and it gave off a lot of light. Coyote told
Now quietly moving through the dense undergrowth. It seems this forest floor has been traveled many times. Spotting two small hunting cabins in a clearing a few hundred yards away. He scans the area, looking for any movement. A large ...
the buildings. At this point it is hard to determine if the sunlight is actually
first station, he notices one of the “reclaimed” in a uniform jacket missing a button and
They lie above the night sky, darker than even the deepest seas. Sparkle with bright light, just like a pearl, but they seemed no bigger than a grain of sand.
Her spry, Timberland-clad foot planted itself upon a jagged boulder, motionless, until her calf muscles tightened and catapulted her small frame into the next stride. Then Sara's dance continued, her feet playing effortlessly with the difficult terrain. As her foot lifted from the ground, compressed mint-colored lichen would spring back into position, only to be crushed by my immense boot, struggling to step where hers had been. My eyes fixated on the forest floor, as fallen trees, swollen roots, and unsteady rocks posed constant threats for my exhausted body. Without glancing up I knew what was ahead: the same dense, impenetrable green that had surrounded us for hours. My throat prickled with unfathomable thirst, as my long-empty Nalgene bottle slapped mockingly at my side. Gnarled branches snared at my clothes and tore at my hair, and I blindly hurled myself after Sara. The portage had become a battle, and the ominously darkening sky raised the potential for casualties. Gritting my teeth with gumption, I refused to stop; I would march on until I could no longer stand.
Just a valley of nothingness for miles. What was I to do with people I wasn’t even friends with for four days? The mere thought of it consumed me. Then I hear the scoutmaster shout, “Okay boys! We’re going to kick things off with a bang. Your first activity for today will be to locate your camping gear!” Immediately I thought to myself, “what? Are you kidding me?” The day shifted from bad to worse, and I didn’t think it was going to stop there. So here I was with my troop, maps in hand, the mixture of fear and anxiety overwhelming us. We contemplated our game plan for a while. Another scout, who would later become my best friend, broke the silence. “Well, better get going before it gets dark. Don’t want to be sleeping out in the open.” Reluctantly, the rest of us got up and followed.
... (Poe); he goes ahead and throws the torch through the last hole, and pushes in the last brick.
I am let through a series of grey cold steel doors, opened by a large