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The Hunt
« on: November 29, 2017, 08:42:17 PM »


Inspired by the Simulation Game, Children of a Dead Earth

Short Introduction
The monotomy of the boat



The low, monotone vibrato sung in tune perpetually within the boring crew compartment of the USSC's Arizona. The walls of each passageway only decorated sparingly with pictures of family, or other art the bored crew decided to strew up. Each crew member worked tirelessly at their station, carrying through the usual motions of maintaining the beast. Each section of the crew compartment was heavily dense and cramped with electronics and gear, dank with the smell of sweat, bearing the scars of wear and tear through the ages. Loose pieces of random junk would float to each compartment or another until one found use for it. Still, despite the disorganized claustrophobia, much of the crew was kept on a strict schedule to keep up their health and sanity in such a stricken, zero-G environment.

Each day, a crew member took multiple supplemental vitamins, kept on a consistent diet and workout routine. The mandatory vitamins provided substance the crew otherwise lacked, like nourishment from the sun back home, anti-radiation supplement and acted as mood boosters. Still, the droning month's on end repetition drove many crazy; there was no sun, no sound, only the nauseous hum of the white, dimly lit monotone hull.

Captain Christiansen had reserved his own private quarters, which wasn't much in the cramped environment. While the rest of the crew strapped themselves to the walls or his smaller 'locker' compartments to sleep, the Captain attained his own small room, a small private section of the ship where the other officers slept as well during shifts.

Christiansen wasn't expecting this, perhaps the most boring work in the United States Space Corps thus far. The AI ran the ship swimmingly most of the time and the crew overlooked the routine systems, while Christiansen at the same time overview them. He always had an aspiration for space travel, but serving at sea in the navy back home was much more rewarding at this point. Maybe i'm just nostalgic right now, the relatively young Captain thought to himself, as he floated freely in his cabin tucked nicely within a snug sleeping bag. He reminisced on the open ocean air, the smell of the sea and rain was such a distinct one. The smells and sounds of earth called to him, more than anything he had lusted for in his life. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, imagining his bare toes nestled between the sandy beach, with clear blue waters gently caressing his feet and the exuberant sun glazing his face with it's warm hug.

Then he realized where he was again, a monotonous death trap containing the crew with only a few inches of hull from a life deprived vacuum...