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Stormwinds Intro - Final Beta

classifications: Science-Fiction / Space Opera / Heroic / Philosophical / Dramatic

While I was at it, I thought I'd post my favorite text. I think I may have some of the bugs worked out, but I don't need to start on another project ATM. Sorry guys.

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StormWinds - Finis

By - Rhowan

...It was a dark and stormy night; A chill wind blew, howling over the desolate landscape. Thunder rumbled hollowly in the distance, and sporadic flashes of green lightening lit the clouds with an eerie gleam. Lightening struck, lighting the waste.

There was not much left of the city, and the fading light did little to hide the extent of the ruin. Once proud and beautiful, it was now merely a war-torn shell of its former glory. The once-tall skyscrapers were now fallen and shattered, rubble filled the broken streets, and small streams of filthy water collected off the buildings and flowed sluggishly down the thoroughfares. Rain spattered heavily, threatening to become a downpour, but never actually getting around to it.

There was no moon, and the stars were not visible through the thin clouds. Steel beams, already rusting, crossed over the streets, forming a ruinous arch to match the destruction of the road below and the buildings to either side. A small figure stood here, lonely and forsaken among the devastation, bewilderment and weary sorrow written on her face. Her clothes were so dirty it was difficult to tell what color they had been, but it was obvious, despite the holes and filth, that they were well-made garments.

She walked on, ragged boots kicking glass and rock as she stumbled over rifts and through puddles in the road. She shivered, holding herself, futilely trying to keep warm in the inhospitable atmosphere. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and she picked up her pace. She had no desire to be caught in the open during a storm. Coming around a corner, into a wide, open space, she halted.

Directly in front of her was the edge of a smoking crater, so deep she could not see the bottom in the dim light. In the center, far away, rose the ragged, smoking shape of the hull of a mighty spacefaring vessel. She stood nearly vertical, some of her outboard lights still blinking, and fires burned at various points on the hull and inside the crater, small flickering pinpoints of light in the dim haze. The faint sound of alarms, and the even fainter but more massive thrum of machinery reached her, and she looked around for a way down as rain steadily began to fall.

A few moments later, she came to a small gully that the rains had already dug in the soft ground. Struggling to keep her balance in the muck, she started down; cold water splashing into her already soaked boots and causing dirt to stick to her clothes and hands.

Many hours later, she reached the bottom of the crater, and the ship. It was huge, awesome in its size and ruin. The bow was sunk deep into the ground, but the stern rose high overhead, casting a dark shadow in the dim light. Weapon emplacements bulged here and there, and outboard lights flickered on and off.

Up close, she could see the holes in the hull; horrible melted gouges in the sides, and great black scorch marks. The thrum here was louder, but still quiet, and the alarm warbled high overhead. There was no visible way in, or, for that matter, any signs of life here, so she began walking around the ship.

Several hours pass, as she walks wearily through the drizzle and over torn ground around the vessel, looking for a way in. Her hands are blue with cold, and her clothes are soaking wet. It has finally begun to rain in earnest, and the torrential downpour threatens to drown her. The clouds are heavy now, and block out the already dim light of the stars. It is now pitch black, and would prohibit travel if the lights of the ship did not cast a glow - however faint - to see by.

Coming around a sharp edge, she stopped. There is a lamp on the hull above her, shining out into the dark, wet night – and lighting a doorway. The door is broken and jammed open, it having been crumpled in the impact. Shaking with cold, fatigue, hunger and exhaustion, she decided that she would be no safer out here than in there, and crawled in through the jagged opening into a walkway...

- - -

Pushing himself off the post he had been resting against, Jeros Rubendiya walked along the catwalk toward the starboard airlock. The Main Hold was mostly empty beneath him, they having used the majority of their supplies to support the war effort, and the great vacant expanse around him bothered him for a reason he did not understand.

The starboard airlock had been hit during combat in orbit, and after they had crashed, Providence had chosen that it was at exactly ground level, and with a minimum of effort they had made it into a working, if messy, entrance. However, it was also impossible to close the door, so Jeros had been assigned to watch the door and keep whatever was out there in the waste, out in the waste.

He personally doubted that anything had survived around here. Having gone outside two standard days ago he knew the ruin was horrifying… There was absolutely nothing left. He was sure that if anything was alive out there then it was tough enough to kill him without too much of a fuss.

He turned and walked towards the door, fingering his sidearm as he did so, checking the safety and then resting his hand on the grip. He wished suddenly that they had put a temporary barrier shield across the door. He was sure they had some left…

Switching his helmet lamps on, he scanned the area as the bright white beams penetrated the dim glow of the airlock light to the pouring rain outside, illustrating the ruin in brilliant relief. He noticed a bundle of wet and dirty cloth lying on the wall – no; floor, - he reminded himself.

The gravitational pull of the Corathia pulled towards the center of the ship

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