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[size=1][i]I was hoping to get a few more posts before the briefing.[/i] ??? Allen walked into the Cafeteria hoping to find a cup of coffee. They'd have to have coffee on this rock. To not supply people with coffee was almost like inducing insanity. He stopped and chuckled at his completely inappropriate wit. God he wished his crew was back... Not the new one, the other one. He wanted Tex and Sam and Ruben... He wanted them back. Allen got to the cabinets and began searching through them after a brief glance at the abandoned coffee pot on the counter. He found cream, sugar... [b]Allen-[/b] "Ah! There it is." He pulled down a large bag of columbian roast and heaped the grounds into the back of the machine. Allen flipped the switch on and smiled as he sat in one of the stainless steel chairs, the scent of coffee slowly filling the room. A good cup of coffee would do him good. Perk him up. Make him a little more aware for the upcomming schpiel of information and tactics that would probably have to be changed on the fly when they first get started. He sighed and layed his head down on the cool table. No, it was cold. Like almost everything was around here. Cold. Angry. [b]Allen-[/b] "Murderous." The coffee dinged. Allen got up and poured himself a large cup without any additives. Just coffee. Strong, black, and natural. He sipped and smiled as he let the steaming liquid down his throat. A cup of coffee always helped him feel better, no matter what was going on. He took another sip and checked his watch. Twenty more minutes.[/size]

[size=1]The good ole US of A. I'm sitting here freezing my *** off in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and loving it by the way. Wind chill is around -15, maybe lower now. *shrug* I love it here. I'd like to stay here, or the general area, for most of my life. I love the people, my family, and the city itself. Only somewhere in Canada, maybe Ontario, would be my other choice.[/size]

[size=1][b]Allen-[/b] "Hi John." He extended his hand and tried to smile. It didn't work too well and he just ended up looking kind of sick. [b]John-[/b] "So... Um... What's happening? With the colonies..." John shifted uneasily from foot to foot. Being secluded has a way of making people sktish around other people. Allen looked at the monitors again. [b]Allen-[/b] "Something tells me that this isn't going to be as easy as it was the first time around. Geneefee, if you would fill in John," Allen wondered momentarily what the mans last name was, but only briefly, "on what's happened so far I'd be thankful." She nodded. "Thanks." He walked to the door and let it slide open, then turned around. "Both of you please be back in the cafeteria in about two hours." [b]Geneefee-[/b] "Briefing?" Allen nodded. [b]Allen-[/b] "Spread it around." He walked out and past Gabriellas room, listened for thumps, heard none, and walked into his own room. He flopped down on the bed and ran through the info in his head again. Somehow, the Event Horizon was here. Some kind of temporal flux bullshit. He though momentarily back to his training. Time 101, a mandatory class with the newer kinds of technology being built and the ways they can go wrong. Never get yourself messed up in time. It's never good. If you think you've been moved across the timeline, it's better to do nothing then try and fix it. Allen sighed and rolled onto his side. They would have to destroy the Event Horizon. That much was sure. But how... They'd need weapons. Hopefully the station was stocked well. They'd need to get to the second facility too... The SEALS were all dead... Their demolitions tech too. Improvisation... Wonderful. The Event Horizon was underground. Digging, maybe. If he remembered the scans correctly, there was a shaft leading to it. That's how the probes got in. Allen sat up on his bed. [b]Allen-[/b] "They dug to it?" He walked over to the terminal in his room and punched up the scans. The shaft was clean. Straight to it. Almost like they knew it was there... Allen shook his head. "No. It drew them to itself." He brought up a wider shot. The Deimos colonies were made to dig to the center of the moon and see if there might be resources to harvest. Metals. Water. Natural gasses. Etc. They were supposed to branch out from the second colony in a spider web fashion. But... "No..." There was no web. It was one straight tunnel. "No..." They knew it was here. Maybe not all of them. Maybe only the digging team... But maybe not. He'd have to have a talk with Vivian... Allen rubbed his eyes and shut the terminal down. They knew about it... [b]Allen-[/b] "Idiots..." He started going over what he was going to tell everyone.[/size]

[size=1][i]Sorry. I typed one up earlier but then my browser quit on me and I got all pissed.[/i] ??? [b]Allen-[/b] "Yeah... A little anyway." He rubbed his dry eyes. "I guess all the crewmembers we lost finally caught up with me." He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at the computer screens and the scans that were on them. "Wait..." He looked at one of the 3D renderings and noticed a good lot of buckling and sagging near the edges of the cavern right above the Event Horizon. Geneefee looked him in the eyes. [b]Geneefee-[/b] "I know what you're thinking." She pointed to a buckled spot. "That couldn't have happened in any less than a hundred years. The bucking ceilings are a product of our building these colonies, the increased weight on the moon." Allen opened his eyes wider. [b]Allen-[/b] "No. The scans are wrong." [b]Genefee-[/b] "No. I did them three times with three different sets of probes. It's not wrong." Allen ran this new data into his head. He'd been working on the assumption that the Event Horizon crashed no more than a few months ago. He thought that the colonies were hit so hard and so fast that all they had been able to get out was that disjointed distress call. But it had been here for ages... [b]Allen-[/b] "Something isn't right... It's never been able to travel through time before..." The had set the detonation sequence. Maybe something happened when the ship had fired it's Gravity Drive and the explosion occured. Maybe it was thrown back in time. "Maybe..." [b]Geneefee-[/b] "I also wanted to show you this." She pulled up a graph. "This is a radiation chart for the last couple hundred thousand years of the moon. The blue line is gamma. The red is theta. And the yellow is just normal radioactivity like you get from plutonium or uranium. But this purple line is temporal radiation. Earth Sciences Inc. just came up with a way of detecting it. They think it has potential to possibly detect alterations in time, but we used it on a whim and processed the moon using the sensor array. Up until this point in time, the moon was undisturbed. But something crashed [i]into it[/i]. It didn't hit the moon, it appeared inside and forced a lot of energy outward. Temporal radiation spiked drastically and has been dropping ever since." Allens mind reeled with all the new information. [b]Allen-[/b] "It did go back in time then..." [b]Geneefee-[/b] "It would seem so..." Allen sat down hard in another chair. [b]Allen-[/b] "This just keeps getting better...." The door opened behind them. [b]??-[/b] "Who're you?" Allen stood and spun around, grabbing at a pistol that wasn't there. A man was standing there, looking rather ragged and groggy. Like maybe he'd either been sleeping too much or not enough. Allen calmed down a little. Dispite the rectangular object in his pocket, the man didn't seem to have any sort of weapon on him, and Allen didn't think the thing in his pocket was a weapon. [b]Allen-[/b] "I'm Captain Allen Chubb. I crashed here." [b]John-[/b] "John. I'm John."[/size]

[size=1]*Puts a towel on the sand and lays down on it, clad in a sparkly blue bikini* Sometimes I think it's dangerous to be around so many beautiful women and wear a bikini. You never know what might... pop up... Anyway... Well hey, I don't have much to say. Annie knows me better than most of the people I see on a daily basis. My charachters are usually either leaders or loaner, which is what I usually am. Depending on my temperament at the time, I can be the biggest go-getter in the world, or the most antiscoial asshole. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to work on my tan. *turns over*[/size]

[size=1][b]Allen-[/b] "Gabriella. What are you doing?" He still held her bleeding arms as she turned. [b]Gabriella-[/b] "Nothing... Just leave me alone. I'm fine." Allen brought her bleeding fist in front of his eyes and examined it. [b]Allen-[/b] "You have a broken meta carple, not to mention several deep cuts. Do you want me to get Van now or after you tell me what's going on." Allen was still very weary, but not to the point that he could ignore hard thumps and bangs against one of the walls of his room. "So..." Gabriella sat down on her bed and wiped her eyes with the back of her bleeding hands. [b]Gabriella-[/b] "Nothing Allen... Really. Just... Thinking. About everything. About everyone we lost." Allen nodded. He hadn't gone through his grief yet. It was still inside. He'd need to sit down and either have a good cry, or find some other way to get it out of him. He glanced around the room, at the few dents and several blood splatters. [b]Allen-[/b] "I know... I know. But there's nothing we can do anymore but try and, I don't want to sound corny saying this, but avenge them. We have to go forward. We have to end it. For everyones sake." Gabriella nodded slowly, a small pool of blood accumulating beow her clenched hands. [b]Gabriella-[/b] "I know... I feel so terrible... I felt this way when I was young. But I don't know why it happened again..." He gave her a little hug. [b]Allen-[/b] "Go get checked out by Van. He'll fix you up the best he can." Allen stood and started toward the door, but stopped when it opened. "And don't go banging yourself up anymore... We're broken enough." He walked out of the room and back into his. The bed no longer looked inviting and warm. He didn't crave sleep anymore. He craved his friends, his crew... They never should have accepted the mission. Not this one. This one was compusatory. They had to do this one. But the first one. They never should have taken it... He never should have let his curiosity and duty get in the way of his better judgement. The mission felt wrong. From the first time he picked up the documents, it felt wrong. But he wouldn't listen... And now look what has happened. Dead. Most everyone is dead. Sam. Tex. Satell... He shook his head and felt the first of the tears start to fall. Now was better than never, so he sat on the edge of his bed and let them come. His body shook with the deep tremors of pain. His eyes felt strained and puffy. Allen layed down, not to sleep, but to curl into a little ball. When they had gotten back to earth, he was so relieved to have made it back that he never had the time to grieve. By the time things were settlng down, they were already on their way here. He punched the pillow. Some of the people he'd barely gotten to know. It wasn't fair. Not fair to them. Most of them didn't know what they were getting into. They had no idea the magnitude of the force they were fighting to keep in check. It wasn't fair... He sat back up, the tears long since stopped. He had to do something. Just sitting here wasn't helping anyone. He felt refreshed enough... Not as much as he'd like, especially so soon after a crash landing, but it's have to do. He walked out of his room, wiping his eyes, thinking he might be able to take a look at the security monitors. If they still worked...[/size]

[size=1]Allen could feel everyones eyes on him. Again ther were looking to him for guidance. So was the life of a leader. But how were you supposed to trust your own judgement when everyone keeps dying. Last mission he lost all but three. This mission he only has three, and only two from the last mission... How many more... [b]Allen-[/b] "Jesus Christ..." He rubbed his eyes, suddenly rather weary. "Ok... First off," he removed is hands from his eyes, "they know we're here. That little fit I just threw? Weir was having a chat with me." Van and Trini looked alarmed. "Yeah, you guys remember him. William Weir was was the man that created the Event Horizon and the engine, the Gravity Drive, that powers it. But instead of working like it was meant to, it ripped a hole in our dimension and took the ship to a dimesion of pure chaos." Allen glanced at Van. "We thought we destroyed it on our last mission, but I guess we were wrong. It must have fired it's engine right before detonation... The ship is alive and serves as a medium between dimensions. It can bring things in, but we have to assume it can take things out aswell." Allen rubbed his eyes again. "But how'd it end up inside this fucking moon..." He brought his hands down and repostioned on the bed he was sitting on. [b]Geneefee-[/b] "So what are we going to do about it. The things it 'brought in' killed people on both colonies. We're the only ones left as far as I know." Allen looked at his feet, he was still, for some uncomprehensible reason, in his stasis attire. He looked around tiredly, and figured there were no clothes in here and that that was the reason. [b]Allen-[/b] "I don't know... We're going to have to find a way to destroy it for good this time." [b]Van-[/b] "Maybe sever the power cables before setting the detonation process. That way the Gravity Drive couldn't power up." Allen shook his head. [b]Allen-[/b] "Nothing is for sure. Even if we did stop the power flow, it might still power up. The ship isn't governed by our physics anymore." Allen rubbed his eyes again. "I think we're going to need quarters. The facility seems safe enough for now." Allen got off of the bed and felt how sore and stiff he was from the crash. He hobbled over to Van and whispered in his ear. "If you feel anything weird, let me know right away. I know you can sence them." He patted Van on the back and walked out of the room. He turned left and walked up to a room with a nameplate on it. "Well Sgt. Linney, I hope you don't mind I'm making myself at home." He entered a security code he hoped would work, and watched the door slide open. Allen dragged himself over the expance and fell on the bed, asleep almost before he was comfortable.[/size]

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[size=1]Allen nodded as Gabriella continued to stand. He had answered in a monotonous voicing of words, and now he sat down on the floor extremely hard, his legs no longer able to support his weight. [b]Allen-[/b] "God..." He stared off into space, thought of the Event Horizon flooding his mind. It had been destroyed... They watched it blow up... NASA confirmed it. A bright flash of white light... Debris had been collected that matched the composition of the hull... [b]Van-[/b] "Allen! Allen are you ok?!" The voices were distant. Almost too far away to hear. His vision had dimmed to the point that it seemed everything was foggy, or maybe enveloped in a snowblind. It didn't matter... [b]Vivian-[/b] "Captain Chubb? Allen?"The Event Horizon... Here... It was destroyed. But... [i]We didn't see it destroyed... No. We were already in stasis. We never saw it explode... We were already in stasis...[/i] His vision suddely turned a violent shade of red. Dark shapes danced across what he could see. One of the shadows walked toward him. The body was completely black, but the eyes... The eyes were a bright blue.. [b]??-[/b] "Captain Chubb. You're beginning to get on our nerves." It stopped walking. The red of the place seemed to deepen until it was almost the color of blood. The red seemed to pulse, to breathe... "We're giving you this one chance to leave." The voice had a british accent... He knew that voice. "We'll spare you, even take you, your crew, and the survivors of this moon to another hospitible planet. You'll be safe for millions of years. Just agree to leave." Allen shook his head. [b]Allen-[/b] [i]No Weir... We won't leave. We will destroy you and every possible way you have into this dimension.[/i] Another shadow came up from behind Weir. The shape looked familiar. Very familiar... [b]Weir-[/b] "So be it." Allen snapped awake, blood trickling from the corners of his eyes, and his sight anchored on Van directly in front of him. His body was shaking, almost seizure-like and he could feel a pen in his mouth. Allen spit it out and forced his body to calm down. [b]Van-[/b] "Allen... Are you ok..." Allen nodded. "Go get some water. Someone."[/size]

[QUOTE=KarmaOfChaos][color=deeppink][size=1]YES! DOWN WITH DW! I fully and completely support this venture. Best of luck, my almost-naked maidens. * salutes by snapping a g-string * -Karma[/size][/color][/QUOTE] [size=1]I'm no maiden! And niether is Lalaith Ril! We are proud to be male Bikini Bandits! [Attachment is me in Bikini mode!][/size]

[size=1]Whenever people around me are fighting, or when I'm involved in something like a fight myself, anything that is a dark color seems to lose a lot of it's vividness and goes more toward black. I always thought it was more of a "I'm tuning into the situation and tuning everything else out" deal, but I guess that I might just be associating anger with the color black. Very interesting article Dagger.[/size]

[size=1]I might be wrong now that you brought that to my attention Sciros. I'm going to ask my physics teacher on Monday. EDIT- Gravity has absolutely no sway over horizontal motion. My physics teacher drilled this into our head. If you roll that ball off of a table at 5 meters/second horizontally it's going to stay at 5 meters/second until something acts on it to make it slow down, like hitting the floor. If you could find a table high enough for the ball to fall hundreds of years, it would be going faster than hell downwards, but still 5 meters/second horizontally. EDIT 2- Also acceleration is (for example) 5 meters/second every second. It looks like this. [center][u]5 meters/second[/u] second[/center] A 5 meters/second just means that you cover 5 meters every second. Just a good thing to keep in mind.[/size]

[size=1]Beautiful. Simply sentuously provacative. Absolutely mind-enthrallingly, pants excitingly, mind dirtyingly wonderful! ... ... I think I hurt myself. I can't wait for the next chapter.[/size]

[size=1]G-forces aren't dependant on gravity, they are gravity, or at least how we measure gravity. 1g=earths gravity. 2gs=twice earth gravity, etc, etc... If you're sitting there in completely g-less space, meaning there's nothing around you to make any kind of noticable pull, and you suddenly jump to lightspeed, you'd be suddenly pushed forward at about [i](if someone else could crunch the numbers and either confirm or deny my results I would feel better. I did it three times and came out with the same answer but that doesn't mean anything.)[/i] 30,591,001.94 times earths gravity. * Enough to crush you into something completely unrecognisable. Think about it this way Adahn. Here on earth horizontal motion, anything not upward or downward, is not affected by gravity at all. If I were to roll a ball off of a table while there was no gravity on earth it would just keep going until it got lost out in space somewhere. Now thinking about the same principle, if you're in a car going at about 60 miles per hour (96 kilometers per hour) and you suddenly hit a brick wall, you're going to feel you slamming into the wall at about 2.7 g's (given the car might absorb some of the impact, but work with me here). G-forces outside of a planet (or other heavenly body) are independant of gravity. They're just called that because it's what we measure our gravity by. *[i][b]The Math[/b] 186,282 miles/second... ...coverted to... 299,791,819.008 meters/second. Gravity (1g) = 9.8 meters/second. 299,791,819.008 meters/second... ...divided by... 9.8 meters/second... ...equals... 30,591,001.93959184[/i][/size]

[size=1][i]Goddam it feels good to write again.[/i] ??? Allen half sat up on his bunk, the burns on his legs protesting strongly. Van had leaned down close, obviously in a lot of pain himself. Their savior Vivian was busy dressing Gabriellas wounds and giving hurried little glances at Van. She was noticably worried that he was up and around. Rawson groaned and stirred a bit, but nothing more. [b]Van-[/b] "Allen... This changes a lot." Allen nodded, for the first time feeling the extreme stiffness of his neck. He momentarily let his mind wander to if one could get whiplash from crashing in a pod. [b]Allen-[/b] "I know Van..." He coughed. "We lost the entire SEALS team. We're at a major disadvantage." Allen glanced around again, and noticed for the first time that they seemed to be in the colonies mess hall. "We're in Deimos One." He pointed over to a wall. It had the rooms designation number and 'DC01' (Deimos Colony 01) underneath that. "This is where the bulk of the colonist lived. We might be able to find a few weapons, but not a lot. Food shouldn't be a problem. Neither should clothes." He looked down his body and noted that he was still in pod attire. Allen grimaced and wondered how much of the stuff was still hidden in his less visible areas. [b]Van-[/b] "That's not what I meant... And I think you know it." He looked down at Allen, leveling his eyes and not blinking. Allen, after a moment, broke the stare and looked down. He sighed. [b]Allen-[/b] "Yeah... I know..." Allen thought back to when he had been staring out of the porthole on the ship. How Deimos had seemed... Dim... Like if you looked hard enough, long enough, it might disappear. And Allen could feel it. It creeped down his throat and grabbed at his heart, making it feel strained. He could feel it all around him, like an invisible fog. If you thought about it too much, it felt like it could almost be suffocating. "There's something very wrong here... Don't tell anyone else. We need to keep this between us. If we don't panic, we might live long enough to find out what it is..."[/size]

[size=1]Reading this has been the best thing I've done in school in a long time. Thankyou Kane for making my schoolday pass a little faster. On a Friday it desperately needs to do so. :)[/size]

[size=1][i]The distance from the Earth to the Sun varies because the Earth's orbit about the Sun is elliptical.At it's closest, the distance is 91,402,000 miles and it's farthest distance it is 94,512,000 miles.This gives an average distance of 92,957,000 miles. Light travels at 186,282 miles per second. Dividing the average distance by the speed of light gives 499.01225 seconds which is 8.3168708 minutes. -Source: Answered by Joe Thomas ([url]http://www.physlink.com/Education/AskExperts/ae48.cfm[/url])[/i] [i]Other stars are so much farther away that it is convenient to express the distance to them in units of the distance traveled by light in one year. This unit is called a light year. The next closest star to us is Proxima Centauri. This star is 4.3 light years away which means that light from it takes 4.3 years to reach us. Our galaxy is about 100,000 light years across. This means that it can take tens of thousands of years for light from some stars in our galaxy to reach us. For stars that we can see in nearby galaxies it can take millions of years. The farthest objects we can see are quasars. They are so distant that the light we see from them today left billions of years ago. -Source: Answered by Damian Audley ([url]http://imagine.gsfc.nasa.gov/docs/ask_astro/answers/970710c.html[/url])[/i] Morpheus, you really didn't half to be so demeaning in your responce. Chabichou [i]was[/i] wrong, but you could have said it in a nicer way. No one knows everything. We can learn from eachother, but people tend not to listen to you if you're an *** about it.[/size]

[size=1]The truth of the matter is, is that no one understands the physics of our universe. [i]e.x.[/i] What is inertia? Inertia is the tendency of a body to resist acceleration; the tendency of a body at rest to remain at rest or of a body in straight line motion to stay in motion in a straight line unless acted on by an outside force. Why does that happen? No one knows. Physicists will rattle off equations and terms like there's no tomorrow, but no one can actually explain why the universe (from galaxies to muons) does what it does. In order to go faster than, or as fast as, light, a tremendous amount of energy would be needed (like someone already said). As of now, we don't have anything that makes that big of a power source. As of now. A hundred years ago, the were burning oil and coal in powerplants. Granted they still do it today, but now we have nuclear power as well. Whose to say that we won't have fusion before long? And after that? As science progresses, so will technology. As science progresses so does our knowledge. No one can say for sure that we'll never be going as fast as light. I will post again, but right now I'm very tired.[/size]

[size=1]Now I'm trying to be impartial, and I'm having one hell of a hard time doing it. I've been both on the recieving and dealing end of your problem. Back when I played football, some of the refs were extremely crooked. Sometimes it worked in our favor, while other times it worked against us. Eventually, the crooked refs were fired for accepting bribes. My advice to you is to find someone that videotaped the game and look through the tape for the problems you mentioned. If you can prove beyond any doubts that your team was being cheated, then go to not only the press, but whoever hired the refs. I'm pretty sure that purposely sabotaging a game, like you said they were doing, is illegal. Do remember that just because you can see the bad call on the tape doesn't mean that others will. You know what to look for. They don't. Be sure that it's [b]extremely[/b] obvious.[/size]

[size=1]Those that have made it in know who you are. Post and be merry, for tis the season for blood, tourture, death, and wrapped boxes of DOOOOM! ...or something like that. ??? [b]Black Horizon: Smoke and Mirrors[/b] [img]http://www.unmuseum.org/marsmoon.jpg[/img] ??? The alarm blasted across the ship. Something was wrong. Very wrong. That alarm wasn't supposed to go off unless the ship and crew were in very mortal danger. Allan sat up. Avlen jumped off of the bed and look around very confused. Allen pulled on his pants and bounded over to the intercom. [b]Allen-[/b] "Everyone to your stations! This is a code red emergency!!" He didn't even know what was going on, much less why the alarms had gone off. "Get to your station Avlen." He kissed her quickly and ran out of the room toward the bridge, pulling on a shirt in the hall. He heard his door open and Avlen heading the other way. The alarm blared. He ran to the bridge and jumped through the doors before they were even finished opening. "What's going on?!" Sam was in the pilots seat, fighting with the controls and. Everyone else was either at their station or watching through the front viewport as Deimos loomed into view. [b]Sam-[/b] "Allen! The ships lost all thrusters! Deimos' gravity is pulling us in! I can't stop us or avoid it! we're going to ******* crash!!" Allen's face drained of color. He ran to the intercom. [b]Allen-[/b] "Everyone! Get to the gravpouches ASAP and set them to crash-landing! We're going down! Repeat, we are going down!" Everyone on the bridge ran from the room and to the pods they had gotten out of not even a day ago. Allen bounded into the room and waited for the rest of the crew. Gabriella came in last, half-carrying Rawson. He helped her get him into a pod and got into one himself. She closed her pod and he closed his. The liquid, this time a pink color, poured in. The wall opposite them burst into sparks. The gel covered Allens head. [i]God... I hope I live... I need to finish th-[/i] ??? Allen opened his eyes and realized he couldn't breathe. His lungs tried to fill with molecules that just weren't coming. He decided he must be in some kind of facility, for there was lighting, tables, carts, blood and some of his crew. He attempted to inhale again and was relieved when he got a little air. The world swam in front of his eyes with the sudden burst of air his brain got. [b]?-[/b] "Careful... You've been out for a few hours." Allen sank back down to the table and replayed what probably happened in his mind. The pods hardened and braced themselves for impact. They hit Deimos, probably somewhere close to Deimos Colony One. The ship was tattered, maybe even destroyed, and the pods were probably the only surviving components. He turned his head and saw only four of his crew. Van, Trini, Gabriella, and Rawson... How the hell did he survive... So many gone... The pods are great devices, but not fullproof. Especially when going at the speed they were... After impact, the gel usually breaks out of the casing and is ejected from the ship. If there is breathable atmosphere it melts away. If not, then it stays on in a inch thick layre and keeps the person in stasis until breathable atmosphere is found. They had probably landed outside, held in stasis until whoever this was had brought them in. [b]Allen-[/b] "Thankyou..."[/size]

[size=1][i]I'm sorry Dragon, but no. Your reputation from the last one haunts you. Maybe in my next RPG.[/i] ??? [b]Name:[/b] Allen Chubb [b]Age:[/b] 36 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Specialty:[/b] Captain [b]Bio:[/b] Allen was born into an extremely military family. His father had been in the Air Force and so it was only natural for him to follow in his steps. He had attained an extremely high rank and had been someone of much inportance. Allen didn't want to go, but that didn't matter either. From a young age Allen was kept in shape and drilled in the way of the Air Force cadet. Boot camp was a breeze for him. He'd already endured far worse things from his father. He got stationed on Luna 017 aboout three years into his career as a security officer and stayed there, loving the bitter grey terrain of the moon to death. When there was a sudden, and extremely unexpected depressurization of a portion of the base. Allen saved three people that didn't make it out with the crowd. He was bumped up a rank and transferred back to Earth as a show of gratitude. When back on Earth, he worked his *** off and made it all the way up to Captain. He was given his own ship, the Bladerunner, and began doing rescue and salvage missions for the Airforce out there in space. When he got the call for the Event Horizon salavge/rescue mission, he was hesitant. The rumors that plauged the original diaster were all too terrible to ignore. But it was his job, and he would follow orders. The mission turned out to be anything but normal. He lost seven members of his crew and his ship. The four of them that weren't killed, made it safely back to earth. But something didn't feel right. He assumed it was nothing more than shock from seeing so many horrble things... But then Rawson came and presented the new mission to him. He went back to his room and cried that night. He was afraid. No... Afraid isn't a powerful enough word. Allen was terrified. After the new mission started, Allens fears continuously were proven. Hallucenations. Rawson appearing seemingly out of nowhere. And then the crash. His crew barely had enough time to get to the pods. God he hoped they were ok.[/size]

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[size=1][b]Allen-[/b] "My, my... The boredom seems to have affected everyone in an interesting way lately." They kissed and Allen felt himself stir a bit. She smiled at the movement and kissed his neck, sending shivers down his body. [b]Vera-[/b] "Yeah, I noticed too. Malcolm with his sims." She bit his earlobe, making him wince, but in the good way. "Me with my swimming. And you with your swimming with me." She slid her hand down his body and gripped his erection. "And then there's this." She slid up, pushing Allen down a bit. He gently bit her nipples, sending little temors across her skin. He surfaced, taking a breath and shaking the water from his eyes. [b]Allen-[/b] "And there's always the swimming." Someone walked into the pool, clad in a speedo and a rubber skullcap, and looked at them. [b]Man-[/b] "Oh sorry." He turned to leave, not very perturbed. He stopped at the locker room door. "You guys have any idea how long you'll be?" Allen shrugged. [b]Allen-[/b] "Not very long." The man nodded and walked back in. Allen turned back to Vera. "Well that was interesting." She nodded and wrapped her legs around his midesction again, thrusting forward suddenly and shoving him inside of her. He inhaled suddenly, surprised, and looked into Veras slitted, playful eyes. ??? [b]Male Psychic-[/b] "What the bloody hell..." He grimaced and sent his mind back up to the surface. He immediately retracted. Something was very wrong. Everyone on the surface seemed extremely deevolved and bent on survival. It was almost pre-homosapian. He looked to the woman on his right, another fellow psychic. "Do you feel that?" [b]Female Psychic-[/b] "Yeah... I feel it. Better call for Director Connors. She'll want to know about this."[/size]