<<ooc: this log is in a style i have never tired before. Some of you might not be familiar with the annotation so let me just refresh your memories. Items in double colons (::) are actions. Items in Braces ({}) are thoughts. I hope this reads well. And I hope you enjoy>> ==Floating in space== {In space.... No one can hear you scream.} ::Keylor floats slowly away from the station:: {Now why did that pop in to my head!} ::looks backwards to the station and the shuttle bay:: {Well at least they did not try to follow me. Must mean they have limitations as we do.} ::Wiggles about:: {Damn, I wish this suit were a bit bigger. Even just floating here it is uncomfortable.} ::stops wiggling:: {But why did that old saying pop in to my head. True, in the vacuum of space, no one could hear you scream, but why did I think of that?} ::looks puzzled as he stares in to space. Tries to scratch his head out of reflex:: {Idiot! You have a helmet on.} ::chuckles:: {But if you did not, you could test that theory.} ::smiles, looks to be in deep thought:: {Now where did I hear that?} ::thinks, then looks like he remembers:: {Ah yes. Mitchell in boot camp. He always loved the 20th century fiction. But for some reason he loved that one movie. What was it?......Oh yes, Alien! The saying was the tag line to the movie.} ::looks over his shoulder trying to see anything. Then looks back at the station:: {But why that movie? Why now? Could it be there was some similarity to what we have been going through?} ::hmms to himself:: {Well there is an alien, or many of them at least. Similar to the movie. And they are deadly to us, though the movie they seemed to have greater speed than these lumbering beasts. They both seem to have the tactical advantage to us. In the movie they had acid drool.} ::chuckles:: {Right! Saliva that eats through metal. Either the crew on that space ship had a poorly built ship or the aliens were depectid way out of proportion.} ::shruggs shoulder:: {Some of the insectoid species have powerful enzymes, but never heard of any of them burning through metal with thier spit!} ::has a blank expression:: {Any way, like the characters in that movie, we are stranded in sorts around this station, immobilized by them and they seem to have free movement.} ::frowns and speaks :: "Naw...." ::shakes head:: {Some similarities. It is amazing what can trigger the memory. I once heard a doctor in boot camp talk about stress and its effect on the combat soldier. How it can make them think and behave in irrational ways. May be I am just stressed. After all these aliens appear to be up to something, and so far they have had the advantage in almost every aspect. They have invaded our ship, attacked our crew with out retaliation form us, they have completely taken over the station and now seem to be adapting our technology.} ::reaches to the seat of the EVA suit and tugs gently:: {Bless the prophets! I wish I could have found a suit a tad bit larger.} ::Squirms a bit wiggling his feet:: {THESE boots are killing me!} ::Looks over shoulder again. Then scans the deep black of space:: {Where is the shuttle? I can see it? Do they think I am still on the shuttle? Are their sensors not working?} ::shrugs shoulders as if some one could see him:: {I did Tell Rangi to get the survivors back top the ship. But you would think once clear of the event horizon they would stop. May be their emergency transporter was damaged?} ::slowly starts to turn:: {OH great! No I can't see the station! How am I going to keep my bearings!} ::chuckles:: "HA!" {Listen to me! I sound like I can fly this plastic wrapper I shoved my self in to. BEARINGS! Why worry about bearings when you are drifting in to space. Be grateful you escaped that station with your health old man.} ::keeps turning:: {oh there is the station! Well it appears I am still heading in a straight path.} ::keeps turning:: ::turns :: {DAMN! There it goes again.} ::crosses arms over chest:: ::floats:: ::turns:: ::floats:: ::turns:: {Hello station of death.} ::floats:: ::turns:: ::floats:: ::turns:: {Goodbye station of death} ::floats:: ::turns:: ::starts humming:: ::floats:: ::turns:: ::stops humming:: {Hello station of death.} ::starts humming again:: ::floats:: ::turns:: ::floats:: ::turns:: ::stops humming:: {Goodbye station of death} ::raises arm:: {Well I still have an hours worth of air left. Should be plenty of time for some one to pick me up and take me back to the station.} ::Crosses arms again:: {Man these boots are tight.} ::tugs at EVA suit:: {Argh! And this suit! What were they thinking when they outfitted this station! Is everyone on it a midget!} ::tugs more:: ::Wiggles feet more:: ::spins faster:: {Oh! Merciful prophets! I am moving faster!} ::waves arms about:: {Nope not working. Can't stop the spin.} ::spins faster:: ::watches station pass more frequently:: {Oh mercy. This is going to make me dizzy. Just stay still and hopefully I will slow down.} ::crosses arms and legs:: ::hums:: ::grits teeth:: ::hums:: {Argh! I can't stand this suit!} ::writhes around wiggling feet and tugging at the seat of the EVA suit:: {OK That is it! Where is everyone!} ::Starts spinning on all three axis's:: {oh great! Now I am some wayward hunk of space debirs!} ::throws arms out in disgust:: {I tell you, if some one does not pick me up soon so I can get out of this suit I am going to...} "SCREAM!" ==End log== Col Bretam Keylor Captain USS Chimera