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June 17, 2010 / milesandhisfavorites

Fusionfall Beyond: Storm Orbit

Earth has become a wasteland.  Apart from Fusion Matter-based life forms, it is inhospitable.  All remaining players, NPCs and robots have been evacuated via the FFC spaceship fleet.  Currently, I command the entire fleet from the FFC Ultimatrix. It has only been two days since we left, but the adventure has already begun.

We were continuing our journey to Galvan Prime, the technological capital of the galaxy.  The fleet was about to pass Aeropela, a completely oceanic planet covered with storms when we suddenly were pulled off course.  I ran like Null Void from the Communications Deck to the Bridge.  We apparently had been pulled into Aeropela’s gravitational pull, and a massive hurricane wasn’t fixing anything.  What’s worse, since Aeropela was completely covered in ocean, if we entered the atmosphere, we would either burn up or drown.

“Okay,” I said calmly.  “Have the Head of Communications contact the Plumbers (intergalactic police) and tell them to send a rescue party.  And hurry.  By my estimate, we only have a day at best to redirect the fleet.”  Okay, crash time.  I headed to the Observation Deck to see what was happening.  Apparently, we were entering the atmosphere faster than I predicted.  Not exactly a mile a minute, but less than a day nonetheless.  We couldn’t find an easy tether, since the only solid ground on Aeropela was up to twenty miles underwater.  But we were close to the upper atmosphere.  “Attention Main Bridge Command,” I said through the intercom.  “Prepare the high pressure oxygen suits.  I have a plan.”

High pressure oxygen suits were designed to sustain life in even the most oxygen free areas.  That meant that they could work in space, and more importantly, underwater.  They could also withstand high water pressure.  To put it simply, they were practically made for this situation.  A squad of players donned the suits and spacewalked outside.  They hurtled toward the ocean below, but parachuted to safety.  Just when it looked like everything was going to work out, the leader of the group accidentally floated away from everyone else.  We saw a massive shadow come up from underneath him, and an eel the size of Grand Central Station surfaced, its jaws wide open.  The player fell into its maw, and the sea monster submerged.  Not good.

“Biological Sciences,” I said into the intercom.  “What was that?”  A few moments later, a voice crackled out of my reciever.  “The group leader was eaten by an Aeropelan Sea Squid.”  A squid?  That thing was more like an eel!  But that didn’t matter.  What mattered was that the team had to get along without a leader.  The group dove underwater, into an abyss much deeper than the Marianas Trench.  And yet they weren’t worrying, unlike me.

They found a huge spike on top of an underwater plateau that they hooked the extra-strength cable onto.  Then, they activated the suits’ built-in teleporting pods.  “Remind me why they couldn’t have just teleported down there?” I asked Mandark, who had come to the bridge to watch.  “If they suddenly entered the water, the pressure would crush them no matter how much they were protected.”  I considered this for a moment, then replied.  “But if they teleport to the surface from all the way down there, wouldn’t they get killed anyway from the bends?”  Mandark froze, like he hadn’t considered that.  Unfortunately, they teleported out just as he came to his senses.  He practically crushed the emergency deactivation switch trying to stop it.  Luckily, it worked.  He reversed it just as they were reaching their destination.  They looked dazed, but at least they were alive.  Then they climbed the cable to the surface.  Good thing.  They teleported onto the ship just as we were about to hit the upper atmosphere.  We gave the cable about a dozen football fields’ worth of slack and the force of the hurricane tightened it.  We cut the cable just as we nosed the upper atmosphere.  Then, the Plumbers arrived.  They towed us out of orbit and reminded us that Aeropela had an extremely strong gravitational pull.  “But relax,” an Inkursian rookie said.  “It could have been worse.  Nosedeen Quasar, for instance.”  Well, at least we were alive another day.


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