Schlagwort: wasteland

“Wait, what? We were attacked?!” Auriga, who had previously chatted with Andromeda, now listened attentively.

“No, we weren’t!”, Stella tried to calm the young alien, “There was just some anomaly in the atmosphere and we were hovering too low, and it pulled us closer to earth and our devices failed and then gravity happened. That’s all!”

“Actually”, Percy interrupted her, “I don’t think it was an anomaly. There were pretty huge forces working against us. That wasn’t just bad fortune. Something either went horribly wrong or someone wanted us down!”

Andromeda exploded: “Oh, I knew it! I knew it was a bad idea to join you freaks! For watcher’s sake! Bubbles!”

Stella rolled her eyes. The young hybrids and their irresponsible behaviour could really be a pain in the neck. Next to her, her second-in-command scoffed: 

“I don’t think dragging the humans into this is a good idea. You know how they usually react.”

“They are hybrids, they were raised on SimEarth. They tend to forget the dangers. And times changed. While I went to one of their colleges under the disguise of being a hybrid I met an actual PT who relocated to earth and lived there. Human wife, kids, house, garden, everything. Granted, the place where he lived was a little bit weird, but I think humans are more accepting of us now than forty, fifty years ago.”

“Alright, but I still don’t think that that’s a good idea. But I think we have other problems right now- what the heck was that force that dragged us down?”

No one had noticed that the youngest, Lyra, walked over to the little radio sitting on a desk across the room. Stella had encountered them before. These small things, often running on battery had been popular during her college time. Lyra examined it:

“Hey, I think there’s a cassette inside!” After another short examination she found the on switch. Old timey music filled the room.

“What the hell, Lyra?” Stella shook her head. Eri rose from the moldered couch and headed for the little radio as well: “Well, maybe it’s not useless. We could try to contact some humans. Maybe they can help us!”

Lyra grabbed him by the wrist: “But first you dance with me!”

“Well, I think we should try to get a signal out there as soon as possible!”

“Don’t you think we already tried to contact the other GSCs, Percy? GSC #12 was supposed to be near us but I can’t get a damn signal out here!”

“Eri, calm down!”, Stella groaned. She knew that Eri could be a real drama queen sometimes. “I think I saw a switch box outside. Does someone happen to know how such a low tech thing works?”

One of the PTs, Auregia, raised her hand: “My dad used to work in a scrapyard. I helped him sometimes. I’ll have a look on it.”

Lost crew members of GSC#7 (from left to right):

Sixamese Perseus Jupiter, First Commander

Hybrid PT Cyngus de Sol, Pollination Technician #33

Sixamese Stella Terrano, Captain

Hybrid Eri Starr, Communication Officer

Hybrid PT Auriga Nebula, Pollination Technician #41

Hybrid Andromeda Luna, future Birth Queen

Hybrid Lyra Luna, Colony Drone #16092004

GSC#7 was last seen hovering over sector 8 (better known as SimEarth). If you know about their whereabouts or received a unidentified distress signal, please contact your nearest communication officer.

“I can’t get a signal.”

“Try again.”

“Already did. Twice, Captain.”

“So what?”

“…you really screwed this up, you know? We don’t even know where we are!”

“Actually, I think I know where we are.”