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Refueling at Europa

So this is a short sci-fi story i wrote 2 to 3 years ago. I'm still learning, so please give me whatever constructive criticism you can.

I'll also be posting a few more of my stories while I'm currently working on that one lesbian bug alien romance story I posted about before.

Synopsis: A Blackbox from a group of Voyagers’ is recovered after their starship is found destroyed. It reveals that refueling off of the water from Jupiter’s moon Europa may not be the best idea.

“AY-005 to command.” the terminal crackled and the image of Lt. Pallin faded into view through the static. “One moment Pallin. Gotta clean up your image.” I replied into the microphone as I twisted the dials that lined the terminal. Slowly Lt. Pallin’s face became more clear and her voice lost some of the accompanying grain. “Alright go ahead.” I was eager to hear her report, usually being on night shift I rarely get any first hand contact. It's all told to me by the previous shifts or in emailed memorandums, this was a welcome surprise. “Right,” Lt. Pallin began “We found the black box that belonged to AX-004.” My heart leaped in my chest. This was astounding news, AX-004 had been destroyed a few months ago, and we only found out thanks to some routine telescopic searching. “That's fantastic news, Pallin. Send it in.” The loud clicking of my key-board nearly drowned out my instructions as I prepared the terminal to receive the blackbox’s contents. “Copy.” she replied and moved just off screen. I went and made myself a fresh pot of coffee as the data was being transferred, my shoes sticking and making awful squelches as I walked. They really need to clean this place. 

I made my way back and sat down with a new mug of coffee steaming, the pot set next to me. The terminal’s processor revved and the fan spun, working hard to complete the download. Finally the green bar with a ninety-nine percent hovering over finally filled and presented “DOWNLOAD COMPLETE” and Lt. Pallin’s face returned. “I’ll review this right away. Thanks Lieutenant. Be careful.” I praised, and I readied myself for a long night. Her chuckle was distorted as the feed gained more interference. Before she cut out I heard her say “All G— will con— need to refuel. Planning— Europa’s ocean.” Then she was gone. Honestly, I was surprised her communication had lasted as long as it did. These terminals may have been the latest and greatest in light-year communication, but even they have their limits. I queued up the file, only an audio log accompanied by descriptive text of the ship's onboard computer system. Sadly the AX series of ships were just old enough to not be equipped with cameras but were equipped with auditory receptors allowing the crew to use voice commands. That way they needn’t travel to a ship terminal just to adjust the temperature or run diagnostics. I grabbed myself a snack from my desk, my notepad, and settled in.

<SCS> 00:30 running diagnostics. Fuel low. Reserve error. Waking Captain…

(Capt. Love): Computer, what’s happening?

(SCS): Request not recognized.

(Capt. Love): God dammit. Computer run diagnostic.

(SCS): One moment. Diagnostic report: Engines- fine, shields-fine, landing gear- fine, life support- fine, Fuel - Low, Fuel Reserve - Error

(Capt. Love): So it's a fuel problem. Alright, damn. Computer, scan for possible fuel sources, enough to complete the mission.

(SCS): One moment.

<SCS> Scanning…

(SCS): Large source of H2O found. 325 miles from current position. Location: Europa.

(Capt. Love): Huh, okay. Computer wake crew. 

(SCS): One moment.

<SCS> Waking crew…

(Cpl. Benings): Awww, come on. What now?

(Pvt. Dell): What's going on? Are we here? 

(Dr. Ve): Well that was a nice nap.

(SCS): Captain, crew have been awakened.

(Capt. Love): All hands to the bridge. 

(Cpl. Bennings) What’s going on Captain?

(Capt. Love): Low on fuel and the reserve is malfunctioning. I found us a good refueling point, at least enough to finish the mission. Europa.

(Cpl. Bennings): Alright so we just fly down and grab some water, easy. I’ll go check out the reverve, see what's up. Though why’d you wake up these two?

(Pvt. Dell): Yeah I was gonna ask the same thing. I'm no engineer.

(Capt. Love): Good experience for you Dell and I figured the Doc wouldn't want to miss landing on a moon made of ocean.

(Dr. Ve.): Thank you.

(Capt. Love): Computer chart course for Europa

(SCS): One moment.

<SCS> Charting course. Ideal landing zone found. Engaging Autopilot. Engaging engines…  

<SCS> 01:20 Deploying landing gear. Intciating landing…

(SCS): Please be advised. The temperature on Europa is currently -260℉ or -160℃. Thermal suits are recommended.

(Cpl. Bennings): No shit sherlock. Oww, sorry.

(Capt. Love): Alright, Everyone ready?

(Cpt. Bennings): Yep.

(Pvt. Dell): Yes Sir.

(Dr. Ve): Almost. Okay.

<SCS> All crew members have left the ship. Switching to remote communications.

(Cpl. Bennings): Holy shit, I thought my mother in-law was cold. 

(Capt. Love): Imagine it without the thermal suits. Now Dell, bring that over here. Alright This is literally the definition of plug and chug. We insert the drill, it drills the ice, sucks it up and puts it in the reserve. Then when we reach the water below the surface, that will fill up our main tank.

(Dr. Ve): Would you look at those geysers? Amazing.

(Capt. Love): Hey Doc don't go too far, the surface is very unstable from the shifting currents. 

(Dr. Ve): Oh right. Sorry.

(SCS): All members be advised. Large life-form detected. Proceed with caution.

(Pvt. Dell): What?

(Capt. Love): Computer, elaborate.

(SCS): Sure. Lifeform location 85 miles below the surface. Lifeform appears to be 360 

feet in length. Weight estimated to be 467 tons. Creature’s thermal signature indicates it is an endotherm.

(Cpl Bennings): What the fuck? Really? First alien life we encounter and this type of shit. Great.

(Capt. Love): Hold it together Bennings. Computer, track lifeform. Warn us if it's within 2.75 miles of the surface. Dell get the Doctor back to the ship, I'll finish here.

<SCS> Lifeform movement 63 miles from surface. Fuel 54% complete. 

(Pvt. Dell): Watch your step Doctor. 

<SCS> 2 of 4 crew members on board. Lifeform movement 34 miles from the surface. Fuel 65% complete.

(Clp Bennings): Come on Sir. I don't like this, it's too quiet. 

(Capt. Love): Just as quiet as before Bennings. 

(Clp Bennings): Yeah but now there’s a fucking leviathain beneth us.

(Capt. Love): What? 

(Clp. Bennings): Nothin’. 

<SCS> Lifeform movement 22 miles. Fuel 78% complete

(Capt. Love): Dell get the ship ready for departure. We are not waiting to see this thing, understood?

(Pvt. Dell) Yes sir. Computer, prepare the cockpit for liftoff.

(SCS) Sure. One moment…

<SCS> Initiating manual piloting system… 

(Capt. Love): Computer, Fuel status update.

(SCS): One moment… Fuel 86% complete

(Clp Bennings): Alright. Alright, we making progress.

(SCS): ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! Lifeform within 2.75 miles of surface. ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!

(Clp. Bennings): Fuck.

(Capt Love): Run!

(SCS): Lifeform 2.00 miles from surface.

(Dr. Ve): Come on! Hurry!

(SCS): Lifeform 1.52 miles from surface. Warning surface becoming unstable.

(Capt. Love): The Ice is cracking, come on Bennings! Dell start lift off!

(Pvt. Dell): Yes Sir!

<SCS> Manual liftoff engaged. All control to pilot.

(Clp. Bennings): Oh Shit! Guys Help! Fuck thats cold!

(Capt. Love): Shit Bennings! Fuck! Dell get this thing off the ground so we can get him!

<SCS>3 of 4 crew members onboard. Gaining altitude… (SCS): Lifeform within 0.46 miles of surface.

(Clp. Bennings): Oh shit I think I see it! Fuck, I think it sees me!

(Capt. Love): We’re coming, Bennings! Get to a high point!

(SCS): ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! Lifeform has reached the surface. ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!

(Clp. Bennings): Holy— how many eyes does this thing have?!?

(Capt. Love): What the fuck? 

(Dr. Ve): Oh God.

(Capt. Love): Dell, you see him? Avoid those tentacles! 

(Pvt. Dell): Holy shit! Holy shit! Why didn't I just go to College!

(Capt. Love): Keep it together. Bennings grab my hand!

(Clp Bennings): Ha, got ya! Ok, now pull my ass up!

(Capt. Love): We’re trying! Not our fault you're a mountain of muscle, lay off the gym will ya?

(Clp. Bennings): I’m Sorry! 

<SCS> All Crew members have returned to ship. Sealing outer doors…

(Dr. Ve): Alright let me check you over. 

(Capt. Love): Ha, good Flying, Dell. Now get us the Fu–

       *End of all downloaded information*

I leaned back in my chair sweating, exhausted from simply listening and reading the recount of what happened. My mind spun with billions of horrific images, attempting to grasp what they had encountered. In the end I only succeeded in conjuring a headache, and took a swig of my forgotten coffee, now chilled by the AC unit running full blast. I sat in silence for minutes that stretched for hours, shudders and chills ran up and down my spine. Then a thought pierced me, spurred me into frantic action.

 I twisted and pulled on the terminal’s hard unfeeling dials, typing command after command to the point I thought the keyboard would break. I had to reach the Lieutenant, warn her. I know they didn't have the correct equipment to have seen what I had seen, read what I read. I finally got the signal out. One minute turned into two, two to ten, ten to thirty. But the Terminal only displayed static.

Fuck yeah!

It really be ur own sometimes 😔

Lmao

Primarch simps of Tumblr, what is your verdict? (No hate to OP, just poking fun)

Im starting to doubt the comic so I’m posting it before changing my mind

Careful, he bites~

Mortarion scoffing when you first offer only for him to grab you and hold u up to his rank pussy.

The boy stank is so bad ur eyes water, and he says he won't let you go till u get him off. Dosent sound awful until your jaw is sore, your eyes are burnt, and he says he's not even close.

You think you lost your sense of smell, and so you started to think this was manageable until

*Ppppffffftttttt, Bbbbbbbraaaap*

A new toxic smell completely overtakes you, and Morty shoves you even deeper with his tummy gurgling...

Everyone talks about how the Primarchs would eat pussy (myself included,) but how would you eat Primarch pussy?

Fulgrim fucks your face, holding you in place while you eat him out, moaning about how good you are, how sweet you are, and how hard he's going to peg you later.

You insist on Sanguinius sitting on your face on the pretense that you don't want his wings to be uncomfortable. His strong thighs shudder on either side of your face as you eat him out, struggling not to put his full weight on your face.

For you 40k fans, you offer Roboute Guilliman some stress relief from running the Empire. After a full-body massage so he's relaxed and loose, you get under him and eat his pussy until your jaw is sore and he's sobbing with gratitude.

Fuck you, *de-yassifies your fulgrim and yass-ifies your Ferrus*

Alternatively: Ferrus being a supportive friend by engaging in his bestie's hobbies, even if he isnt all that enthused, (he is secretly impressed)

Okay one funny thing I think about often is way back when.

When I was first getting into WH40K, the one "friend" who was trying to get me into it kept saying how "complicated the lore was" and "there's still alot we don't know"

So I got excited and dove in, and well, I won't say he was wrong, but.... I was a fnaf fan since the beginning of that franchise, and it's not even close.

Like, sure, I'm not arguing that 40k isn't complicated, but I think a more apt term would be it's very layered.

But FNAF level? Bitch please.

Cause the thing with 40k is sure there have been retcons and like some mystery. And if I had met this guy and i was getting into it way back in like 3rd/4th edition, sure. But I started getting into 40k around mid to late 9th edition(i think april 22 ish). When most of the story had been solidified.

But where 40k only gets more and more concise if not a little to much explanation. FNAF has and is currently only gotten worse at knowing the true story.

40k retcons were to clear up some older misconceptions/introduce new story routes but FNAF? Nope! Each rectcon somehow both validated and invalidated the previous loose ends.

But an even more glaring issue. The expansion into their other mediums.

40k is (for the most part) consistent across its books, games, tabletop, and movie/TV series

FNAF is completely different based on what medium you choose to consume. The games? Muddled lore, you spend hours picking out of the background audio while Freddy and friends try to eat u. And sometimes (not so much anymore), but u used to have to dig into the official Scott games website code to know context for certain things happening in/between the games.

The books? (Which ones?) The og trilogy followed a completely different protagonist and story(still good mind you total recommend) or the Fazbear Frights book series where it's more akin to "tales from the crypt" or a FNAF Goosebumps spin off. With some loose through lines. (Tales at the pizzaplex is included in this description)

The movie? Fuck you. completely rewrites the dynamic between the protagonist whose supposed to be the antagonists son and says fuck you to alot of the og compelling lore.( I still loved the movie don't get me wrong, the practical effects: lovely, the casting: perfect, the cinematography: very tight and well done. The story: dog shit)

I think the fundamental difference between the two franchises (besides age) is the creator(s) intent on making them.

On one hand you have one that's money grubbing and has a love hate relationship with their fanbase and the other is Scott Fucking Cawtthon. (And in light of not so recent events, fuck Scott)

I wanna hold this up to all those ass hats that get upset at stuff that dosent even affect them!!

When I adopted this mentality a year or so ago I felt so... free! I felt way more creative and happy!

People always say the world would be a boring place if we were all the same but I've seen the same people who say this, put down neo pronouns or plurality or any identity that doset fit neatly in a box.

I know it's a cliche and has been turned into a derogatory term, but I truly believe we are all like snowflakes. We're all made from the same stardust just shaped differently.

No human being is the exact same! And isn't that SO FREAKING COOL!!!!!

We, all of us, sentient meat bags are each so unique in our existence that most can't even comprehend each other!

It also costs NOTHING to be nice. To do as OP said and just say, "Cool." COSTS U NOTHING!!!!!!

Plus it feels good to be nice. And not just nice but curious.

I want people to stop insinuating that asking someone about their identity is a taboo thing or offensive in some way. NO!

As long as ur are respectful and genuine in ur curiosity and want to expand ur understanding then don't feel like ur gonna offend anyone

I know people are scared or prefer not to ask in public which is commendable because we all live in a shithole society. But the number of times in private I've had to repeatedly reassure my cis het friends that it's okay to ask, it's alot.

IT IS OKAY TO BE CURIOUS!

It is not okay to be an asshole or faint interest only to make fun of people behind their back! And if u don't get it and don't want to get it. That is also cool. Just leave people to themselves if they're trying to be comfortable in their own skin.

Can't express how stress free being open minded is.

Some lesbians use he/him? Oh cool.

Some people have people inside their head and sometimes it's fictional chars? Sick your brains like a pirate ship they're all working to run.

Some people like being treated like a pet dog? Bark bark bro.

Being fat isn't unhealthy but a perfectly normal type of body to have? Kinda beautiful how different we can all be.

Something doesn't make any fucking sense? Cool an opportunity to learn. And even if I can't figure it out it's cool we still have mysteries today.

Okay, I made my own Thunder Warrior OC: Aruora.

I don't have a bunch of personal lore for her yet, but I do kinda have a storyline where she gets a femboy/alt lesbian Drukari Fleshshaper partner. I imagine that they keep Aruora from falling apart and deteriorating. They constantly mock and tease her, saying how sloppily she is made and chiding her "maker" for how terrible she is.

I'll prob try drawing them tomorrow.

The day just got away from me so fast

Also, yes, her face/body structure was heavily inspired by the amazing @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond

While I'm at it, please consider this:

If we assume the process of creating Thunder Warriors is similar (if not the same, just done more sloppy for the sake of quantity over quality) to the process of creating Custodes, then that means female Thunder Warriors are very much a possibility, just like how female Custodes were before becoming outright canon.

SO THAT MEANS IF I FEEL LIKE IT I'M FREE TO GENDERBEND KUZMAN INTO A GIANT BEAUTIFUL BUFF BUTCH HAG- *gets pulled off the stage by a comically large hook*

This is slowly becoming my favourite ship. I relate so much to fem Vulkan here. Now, all I need is my own fem Konrad! 🫠