TERATIC by Polyrobotics1

Chapter One

Restart of a previous series plus new direction.

TERATIC by Polyrobotics1

Chapter One

"Drop from hyperspace. Prepare the sub-light drives to manual."

"Manual is not allowed, by the current treaties. Captain what are you doing?"

"Bypass is nearly complete. Removing flight box. Seeing if an empty photon torpedo case can be found."

"I will have to report you to the proper authorities when we get to the star base."

"Report away, if your still functional."

"Captain?"

"Oh sorry, but the only way to land on the primitive world in this sector is to become a meteor like object. I will survive. Finally got it out. If you will excuse me, this has to be installed before those that are tracking us arrives."

"I am back. Targeting jump gate. Prepare the solar sails. All negative matter and nuclear weapons target to the stern. Range 5000. Fire when ready."

"Travel time calculated at approximately one point zero three negative nine."

"Thank you."

"Captain what makes this mission special?"

"The package in question must not fall into enemy hands, with a delivery time of one second. So we make the sacrifice for going home. Prepare crash pod for use."

"I will need new scans."

"Understood."

"Computer?"

"Yes, sir."

"Final order. Open sub-light view ports for steller object visual locations and memorizations. It was good working with you."

"You too sir. Good night and good bye."

"Good bye."

"Initaiting automatic self destruct system."

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Peccancy in regeneration process. Neo genetic material needed.

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Neo genetic material acquired. Replacing damage code.

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Brain has reached development necessary for storage. Copying neurograms.

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Copy complete. Begin verification.

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Verification complete. Turning off regeneration chamber now.

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Regeneration chamber off. Initiating capsule opening.

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Darkness, no night. Single satellite. Stars. Time lost looks to be about zero point zero three seconds. Forest. Clothing, yes. Jumpsuit. I seem to be small. Why? Oh! Oh well, lucky to be alive. Slacks. Shirt. Harness. Wrist unit. Lock location. Shades. Translation lock confirmed. Cap. Coat. Gloves. Knife. Hood out and up. Backpack. Vessel reconstruction program started. Approximate completion time of reconstruction is zero point zero nine seconds. Well within schedule. Rations, yuck, wish I had bought the best tasting variety instead. Seal.

Light, that way. Moving out.

Check for standard communication frequencies.

Nothing.

Oh yes, lesser frequencies.

"...Of Sisters newest hit. Now from the classic sounds of Jen..."

This will do. I just wish I understood the words, but good music is good music.

Tired, good night.

Star out. Bright. More bad rations.

Oh well, check position, get moving.

I hate field rations, have I mentioned how bad they are?

Starting to understand a few words on communications.

A city.

Just great a distance that I don't like.

Looks like two rotation travel time.

Cliff. No fun. Rations again, I'm going to be sick. Going down freestyle.

Got to do a suicide. Claws out.

Catch. Catch. Catch! CATCH! Cought. Slow the body down.

Move, the star is heading for the horizon.

No time for subtle.

Move it. Come on got to move it. Star nearly gone. Have to get to the bottom safely. Bottom. Claws in. Star gone. Rations, evil. Sleep. Good night.

Star in sky. Rations must have been the design of the devil. No one else would create such a demonic eadibles.

Nearly master the language from the radio frequencies.

This is ridiculous. At least this terrain is relatively flat. Excellent travel time. Bad area. No way out at least something to be thankful for. Set sensors to wake me if any one else enters here. Rations, scourge of taste. Sleep.

Awaken once more due to the local star shining. Rations how desperate I must be to eat these. Slowly moving into a nicer neighborhood.

TBC...