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Second life group story I wrote during one of the more slow days of SLMC combat.
Back when my Merczateer character used to be a albino weasel.
Very back in the day.
Highschool work, 06-07
Dark black water gushed up the bow of the cargo ship as it bucked and pitched on the swell of the chilling winter storm. The rain fell thick and heavy, most of it now hail, but all of it gathering on the deck in-between the large crates.
Small plumes of smoke drifted about the ever shifting bridge as the very small crew hung onto whatever they could as they desperately tried to weather out the storm. The captains expression was impossible to read under his large beard and puffs of smoke from his severely shortened cigar. Only small grunts were issued every so often as the bridge shuddered. Most of the crew knew that they wouldn’t make it to Kiev, but they wouldn’t surrender to the storm without a fight. Spitting out his cigar the captain grabbed the wheel with both hands as the ship lurched backward and a loud snap sounded from the direction of the shipping containers...
But another, even smaller group, were also weathering the storm. Huddled together under a small alcove of crates was a family of weasels. Their fur was completely soaked and none of them had eaten since they boarded the ship. Both the parents sat as close together as they could to try and conserve heat. Heat, for their young son as a fresh gust of wind buffeted them.
Although it was impossible to tell with the rain and the darkness the mother was crying. For she too knew that their outlook was bleak, but the alternative wasn’t much better. If they had stayed they would have faced more segregation and racism, unable to get a job or even earn a decent living. That was no world to raise a child in. So the first chance they had they snuck on this ship and left. Caring not where it was going, it couldn’t be much worse....But a loud crash made all three look up as their world began to crash down around them.
The storms constant attack was beginning to break the ship
It wouldn’t be long now.
The captain cursed as a second crash shook the ship.
"Captain! The straps holding the containers to the ship have snapped! The crates are falling!"
Giving a long sigh the captain slowly let the wheel go. "I know Marcus, and soon their weight will tip the ship...Were abandoning this death trap, make for the life boat."
Nodding they all filed out of the room in silence, knowing the repercussions of their shipment didn’t make it. But they had no choice now. The ship was lost, all that was left here was death.
The crew were lucky. Not only did they have distance and glass to protect them from the noise, but they also had a way off the rapidly sinking ship. The ‘passengers’ of the doomed ship had no such luck.
Scrambling away as the crate above them fell they knew that their worst fears had surfaced. Not only had they faced problems at home, but it seemed as though they couldn’t escape pain and suffering. Slipping and sliding across the deck all three desperately tried to avoid the falling crates. But what seemed like open deck was soon filled with fallen crates.
In what seemed like only a few seconds they had been forced against the side of the ship which was now wobbling from side to side more and more. Hugging his wife and son close Joseph finally accepted what fate had been waiting to throw him all this time. Looking up he just closed his eyes as crates tumbled towards them and slammed into the railing where they stood.
Standing at the much smaller bow of the tiny life boat the crew as with a mighty groan the storm finally claimed their ship. Listing far to the right the ship finally toppled over, all the crates spilling into the sea. The captain shook his head as the hull began to sink below the waves. Turning away he took his seat in the craft and began to pilot it away. Had the crew stayed for a little while longer they would have seen a small white shape slumped across a broken piece of wood drift away from the ship.
The smokey red sun rose slowly over the port of New Kiev as the Port Officer glanced down at his clipboard as he tromped down the rain soaked concrete.
*7:30 AM, Cargo cruiser ‘Port stomper’ to arrive with supplies to continue rebuild.
Glancing down at his watch he shook his head, 8:23 AM, tapping his ear piece he sighed. "Today's shipment is late sir. Did we receive any radio transmission from them?"
A small shuffling of paper could be heard before the reply. "Not one Gaffar, but we did have that storm last night, maybe they were thrown of course?"
"Maybe, I’ll send out a patrol boat to see if they can receive a radio transmission further out." Setting the clipboard down on a wooden crate Gaffar walked over to a few humans lounging against a jeep. One of them glanced up and quickly stood to attention as Gaffar approached. Nodding Gaffar looked from them to a small boat sitting in a harbor. "I’m sure you have noticed that the dock seems rather empty today. You lot are going to go and look for it." Saluting the four humans trotted off to the boat and left the harbor, heading off to the ships last known location.
Slowing down as they neared the shipping lane they traveled down the ships path that it would have traveled. But they stopped when they came across broken wood and food drifting around the sea. "Well....there's one explanation." One of them muttered as they continued down the path of destruction and strewn cargo.
Eventually the path stopped and one of them sighed as he picked up he radio and called the city. "The ship seems to have been lost sir, there’s cargo and wreckage all over."
"That's a problem....we needed those supplies. Fine, just get back here and we can try to make a decision about what to do now."
"Roger sir, we'll head back no..What? Stop tapping my shoulder." The human said as he turned around to look at the helmsman as he pointed off to the side of them. Setting down the radio they all looked over the side as what seemed like a white sheet was laying on a piece of wood. Nodding to the helmsman they slowly drove over and nudged against the piece of wood. The sheet moaned and slowly rolled over to look at the ship.
"What the hell is that?"
"I have no idea....But it seems alive, come on, help me get it on the boat." Reaching out they lightly gripped the white mound and pulled it onto the boat.
"C....Cold." The now sitting drenched creature said slowly through chattering teeth as it hugged itself and shivered. The humans looked at each other and got a emergency blanket out and wrapped it around the small creature. The white furred child looked up again at the humans before it fell out of the chair and lay still on the floor.
Checking its pulse the human widened his eyes and looked back at the others. "His heart beat is irregular, hurry, we need to get him back to Kiev or he'll die."
Nodding they quickly turned the boat around and sped back toward the city.
Docking the humans quickly exited the boat, carrying the young creature between them as they ran into the city. Raising a bushy eyebrow Gaffar watched as they ran past and with a child not over thirteen. Then with a shrug he followed them.
Setting the child down on a bunk in the med lab they all crowded around as they tried to figure out what this thing was. But soon they were all sent back to their post by Gaffar as he sauntered into the building. Nodding to the doctor on duty he stood next to the bed as he looked at the small wet creature. "Be sure to have some warm soup when he wakes up, and some extra blankets."
Soon the patient was stirring and the doc had just brought the soup. Setting it on the small table next to the bed they both waited as he slowly opened his eyes. But as soon as he saw both humans looking down at him the child was soon terrified. But Gaffar just smiled as he sat down on the chair next to the bed. "Don’t worry, your in no danger."
Slowly sitting up his eyes were quickly drawn away from the bearded human to the steaming bowl of soup on the table next to him. Taking the food he was soon absolved in filling his very empty stomach, and Gaffar just waited until he was about halfway done before talking.
"Your a weasel aren't you?" The weasel just nodded as he continued to eat. "Do you remember how you ended up in the sea?" The only response he got was a small head shake as he looked down at the bowl of soup, the spoon lying forgotten as the weasel sat there. Gaffar sighed as he leaned forward in the chair. "The only ship that was on that route was a cargo ship, and.....people like you aren't on those crew’s." Finally looking up the weasel swallowed before speaking.
"We....Had to run, run from all the bad people at home. They would hit, shout, and throw things at us. So we ran on the ship when no-one was looking."
"So you were a stowaway, and you said we, who were the others?"
"Stowaway? The other humans said that word allot, are you mad?" After the human shook his head he continued. "My parents, where did they go? I just remember getting on the ship with them."
The humans expression was hard to see behind his large beard, but he was sure that the humans eyes got a little lighter as he leaned back. "The others only found you near the debris." He said simply as he stood up. "Get some sleep, your lucky to be awake so soon after floating out there for so long." With that he turned on his heel and left the small room.
The doc bit his lip as Gaffar left then looked back at the weasel as he looked down at the soup again. Soon his small body was shaking and tears were soon splashing into the bowl. Shaking his head he slowly left the room, he would need to be alone for awhile...
So....this is how my life works
We run from a bad life and my parents end up losing theirs
Why must fate continue to throw me the burned up leftovers...
In a few minutes the weasel had finally fallen asleep, from both exhaustion and sorrow. Walking out of the small hospital Gaffar looked up at the sky, barely past dawn and already they had lost a ship and got a immigrant to Kiev.
By now most of the citizens of Kiev had been alerted to the lost cargo, and a meeting had been called in the largest tower. Walking down the sidewalk Gaffar sighed as he looked at the numerous small shops that were struggling to stay afloat in this hard time. Shaking his head as a jeep rolled by he knew that most of those businesses would be closing their doors by tomorrow.
Walking up the steps to the town tower he skirted the edge of the crowd of worried civilians and stood next to the other officers of the town’s small council. Sitting down between the two newest members, just out of the civilian pool, Gaffar nodded to them as he waited for the meeting to begin.
"Good to see you and your brother could make it Anthony, this will help in your training when you become a full council member later."
Anthony just nodded as he looked back as the discussion was opened.
"I’m sure you are all aware now what has happened with our supply shipment. Yes, its true, the freighter as lost in that bad storm we had last night, and yes; without those supplies times will be even harder, but we will get through it like we always do, its what we do in this city."
The citizens mumbled amongst themselves for a few seconds before one voice rang out. "Surely that cant be all the cargo ships, why don’t we just call for another one?"
"Because with the resources and money as low as they are now we cant just ‘call for another one’." A white haired shop assistant said as he stood on the small step of the fountain in the middle of the room. "Its time’s
like this that we need to work together to keep what little we have left together. We’ve gotten through worse then
this; wars, famines, and economic crashes. Why panic people? We are a community, and a community sticks together through thick and thin. We just need to work together to make it through this crunch. Panic will help no-one, working together will get us through anything. With that we can get supplies from other places, and with time we will be able to get more ships to come in. These things take time, and all things come to those who wait."
With that he stood down from his soapbox to a
applauds from the citizens. Gaffar just smiled as he made a note on his clipboard to recommend him for a council position; ‘Shop assistant Proteus Hand’.
The council meeting continued on for another hour more as they talked about the things that would need to change to last through the hard times ahead. With that everyone went back to their assembled duties, though now with a much tighter budget. But everyone seemed happy enough about working together.
Gaffar walked back to the hospital, expecting their newest resident to still be asleep. But to his surprise he was up, and had found a slightly big jumpsuit in the cabinet next to his bed. Instead of sitting on the bed he was sitting on the window sill overlooking the city and the ocean. Gaffar took the chair and sat next to the window, the weasel still not turning to face him. But he just waited until the weasel finally slid off the sill and looked at him.
"What are you going to do to me now?" He asked simply as he glared at Gaffar with his bright blue eyes.
But Gaffar just sat there and waited until his expression had softened slightly before he spoke. "That's up to you, you can stay here, or you can leave on the next supply truck."
"Where do they lead?
"Just off to cities to refit to come back here."
The weasel bit his lip as he looked out the window again to see people working together to help repair some broken windows. "...People out there were never nice to me or my family, here is just so different, and its a nice change. Your the first human that's talked to me without hate in your voice. Would the others be as forgiving?"
Gaffar smiled and nodded as he set a hand on the child's shoulder. "People in Kiev have seen so much hardships already they are accustomed to change, as long as you don’t do anything to hurt our rebuilding attempts then they should accept you easily."
The weasel smiled as he nodded and stood up. "I'll stay then, people here seem willing to actually help a fellow being, what's your name human?" He asked simply as he held out his paw out.
"Gaffar Belar, its good to meet you to....?"
"Faclan Slade Mr. Belar, glad to finally be in an accepting place." He said as he shook Gaffars hand and Kiev got its strangest citizen.
Back when my Merczateer character used to be a albino weasel.
Very back in the day.
Highschool work, 06-07
Dark black water gushed up the bow of the cargo ship as it bucked and pitched on the swell of the chilling winter storm. The rain fell thick and heavy, most of it now hail, but all of it gathering on the deck in-between the large crates.
Small plumes of smoke drifted about the ever shifting bridge as the very small crew hung onto whatever they could as they desperately tried to weather out the storm. The captains expression was impossible to read under his large beard and puffs of smoke from his severely shortened cigar. Only small grunts were issued every so often as the bridge shuddered. Most of the crew knew that they wouldn’t make it to Kiev, but they wouldn’t surrender to the storm without a fight. Spitting out his cigar the captain grabbed the wheel with both hands as the ship lurched backward and a loud snap sounded from the direction of the shipping containers...
But another, even smaller group, were also weathering the storm. Huddled together under a small alcove of crates was a family of weasels. Their fur was completely soaked and none of them had eaten since they boarded the ship. Both the parents sat as close together as they could to try and conserve heat. Heat, for their young son as a fresh gust of wind buffeted them.
Although it was impossible to tell with the rain and the darkness the mother was crying. For she too knew that their outlook was bleak, but the alternative wasn’t much better. If they had stayed they would have faced more segregation and racism, unable to get a job or even earn a decent living. That was no world to raise a child in. So the first chance they had they snuck on this ship and left. Caring not where it was going, it couldn’t be much worse....But a loud crash made all three look up as their world began to crash down around them.
The storms constant attack was beginning to break the ship
It wouldn’t be long now.
The captain cursed as a second crash shook the ship.
"Captain! The straps holding the containers to the ship have snapped! The crates are falling!"
Giving a long sigh the captain slowly let the wheel go. "I know Marcus, and soon their weight will tip the ship...Were abandoning this death trap, make for the life boat."
Nodding they all filed out of the room in silence, knowing the repercussions of their shipment didn’t make it. But they had no choice now. The ship was lost, all that was left here was death.
The crew were lucky. Not only did they have distance and glass to protect them from the noise, but they also had a way off the rapidly sinking ship. The ‘passengers’ of the doomed ship had no such luck.
Scrambling away as the crate above them fell they knew that their worst fears had surfaced. Not only had they faced problems at home, but it seemed as though they couldn’t escape pain and suffering. Slipping and sliding across the deck all three desperately tried to avoid the falling crates. But what seemed like open deck was soon filled with fallen crates.
In what seemed like only a few seconds they had been forced against the side of the ship which was now wobbling from side to side more and more. Hugging his wife and son close Joseph finally accepted what fate had been waiting to throw him all this time. Looking up he just closed his eyes as crates tumbled towards them and slammed into the railing where they stood.
Standing at the much smaller bow of the tiny life boat the crew as with a mighty groan the storm finally claimed their ship. Listing far to the right the ship finally toppled over, all the crates spilling into the sea. The captain shook his head as the hull began to sink below the waves. Turning away he took his seat in the craft and began to pilot it away. Had the crew stayed for a little while longer they would have seen a small white shape slumped across a broken piece of wood drift away from the ship.
The smokey red sun rose slowly over the port of New Kiev as the Port Officer glanced down at his clipboard as he tromped down the rain soaked concrete.
*7:30 AM, Cargo cruiser ‘Port stomper’ to arrive with supplies to continue rebuild.
Glancing down at his watch he shook his head, 8:23 AM, tapping his ear piece he sighed. "Today's shipment is late sir. Did we receive any radio transmission from them?"
A small shuffling of paper could be heard before the reply. "Not one Gaffar, but we did have that storm last night, maybe they were thrown of course?"
"Maybe, I’ll send out a patrol boat to see if they can receive a radio transmission further out." Setting the clipboard down on a wooden crate Gaffar walked over to a few humans lounging against a jeep. One of them glanced up and quickly stood to attention as Gaffar approached. Nodding Gaffar looked from them to a small boat sitting in a harbor. "I’m sure you have noticed that the dock seems rather empty today. You lot are going to go and look for it." Saluting the four humans trotted off to the boat and left the harbor, heading off to the ships last known location.
Slowing down as they neared the shipping lane they traveled down the ships path that it would have traveled. But they stopped when they came across broken wood and food drifting around the sea. "Well....there's one explanation." One of them muttered as they continued down the path of destruction and strewn cargo.
Eventually the path stopped and one of them sighed as he picked up he radio and called the city. "The ship seems to have been lost sir, there’s cargo and wreckage all over."
"That's a problem....we needed those supplies. Fine, just get back here and we can try to make a decision about what to do now."
"Roger sir, we'll head back no..What? Stop tapping my shoulder." The human said as he turned around to look at the helmsman as he pointed off to the side of them. Setting down the radio they all looked over the side as what seemed like a white sheet was laying on a piece of wood. Nodding to the helmsman they slowly drove over and nudged against the piece of wood. The sheet moaned and slowly rolled over to look at the ship.
"What the hell is that?"
"I have no idea....But it seems alive, come on, help me get it on the boat." Reaching out they lightly gripped the white mound and pulled it onto the boat.
"C....Cold." The now sitting drenched creature said slowly through chattering teeth as it hugged itself and shivered. The humans looked at each other and got a emergency blanket out and wrapped it around the small creature. The white furred child looked up again at the humans before it fell out of the chair and lay still on the floor.
Checking its pulse the human widened his eyes and looked back at the others. "His heart beat is irregular, hurry, we need to get him back to Kiev or he'll die."
Nodding they quickly turned the boat around and sped back toward the city.
Docking the humans quickly exited the boat, carrying the young creature between them as they ran into the city. Raising a bushy eyebrow Gaffar watched as they ran past and with a child not over thirteen. Then with a shrug he followed them.
Setting the child down on a bunk in the med lab they all crowded around as they tried to figure out what this thing was. But soon they were all sent back to their post by Gaffar as he sauntered into the building. Nodding to the doctor on duty he stood next to the bed as he looked at the small wet creature. "Be sure to have some warm soup when he wakes up, and some extra blankets."
Soon the patient was stirring and the doc had just brought the soup. Setting it on the small table next to the bed they both waited as he slowly opened his eyes. But as soon as he saw both humans looking down at him the child was soon terrified. But Gaffar just smiled as he sat down on the chair next to the bed. "Don’t worry, your in no danger."
Slowly sitting up his eyes were quickly drawn away from the bearded human to the steaming bowl of soup on the table next to him. Taking the food he was soon absolved in filling his very empty stomach, and Gaffar just waited until he was about halfway done before talking.
"Your a weasel aren't you?" The weasel just nodded as he continued to eat. "Do you remember how you ended up in the sea?" The only response he got was a small head shake as he looked down at the bowl of soup, the spoon lying forgotten as the weasel sat there. Gaffar sighed as he leaned forward in the chair. "The only ship that was on that route was a cargo ship, and.....people like you aren't on those crew’s." Finally looking up the weasel swallowed before speaking.
"We....Had to run, run from all the bad people at home. They would hit, shout, and throw things at us. So we ran on the ship when no-one was looking."
"So you were a stowaway, and you said we, who were the others?"
"Stowaway? The other humans said that word allot, are you mad?" After the human shook his head he continued. "My parents, where did they go? I just remember getting on the ship with them."
The humans expression was hard to see behind his large beard, but he was sure that the humans eyes got a little lighter as he leaned back. "The others only found you near the debris." He said simply as he stood up. "Get some sleep, your lucky to be awake so soon after floating out there for so long." With that he turned on his heel and left the small room.
The doc bit his lip as Gaffar left then looked back at the weasel as he looked down at the soup again. Soon his small body was shaking and tears were soon splashing into the bowl. Shaking his head he slowly left the room, he would need to be alone for awhile...
So....this is how my life works
We run from a bad life and my parents end up losing theirs
Why must fate continue to throw me the burned up leftovers...
In a few minutes the weasel had finally fallen asleep, from both exhaustion and sorrow. Walking out of the small hospital Gaffar looked up at the sky, barely past dawn and already they had lost a ship and got a immigrant to Kiev.
By now most of the citizens of Kiev had been alerted to the lost cargo, and a meeting had been called in the largest tower. Walking down the sidewalk Gaffar sighed as he looked at the numerous small shops that were struggling to stay afloat in this hard time. Shaking his head as a jeep rolled by he knew that most of those businesses would be closing their doors by tomorrow.
Walking up the steps to the town tower he skirted the edge of the crowd of worried civilians and stood next to the other officers of the town’s small council. Sitting down between the two newest members, just out of the civilian pool, Gaffar nodded to them as he waited for the meeting to begin.
"Good to see you and your brother could make it Anthony, this will help in your training when you become a full council member later."
Anthony just nodded as he looked back as the discussion was opened.
"I’m sure you are all aware now what has happened with our supply shipment. Yes, its true, the freighter as lost in that bad storm we had last night, and yes; without those supplies times will be even harder, but we will get through it like we always do, its what we do in this city."
The citizens mumbled amongst themselves for a few seconds before one voice rang out. "Surely that cant be all the cargo ships, why don’t we just call for another one?"
"Because with the resources and money as low as they are now we cant just ‘call for another one’." A white haired shop assistant said as he stood on the small step of the fountain in the middle of the room. "Its time’s
like this that we need to work together to keep what little we have left together. We’ve gotten through worse then
this; wars, famines, and economic crashes. Why panic people? We are a community, and a community sticks together through thick and thin. We just need to work together to make it through this crunch. Panic will help no-one, working together will get us through anything. With that we can get supplies from other places, and with time we will be able to get more ships to come in. These things take time, and all things come to those who wait."
With that he stood down from his soapbox to a
applauds from the citizens. Gaffar just smiled as he made a note on his clipboard to recommend him for a council position; ‘Shop assistant Proteus Hand’.
The council meeting continued on for another hour more as they talked about the things that would need to change to last through the hard times ahead. With that everyone went back to their assembled duties, though now with a much tighter budget. But everyone seemed happy enough about working together.
Gaffar walked back to the hospital, expecting their newest resident to still be asleep. But to his surprise he was up, and had found a slightly big jumpsuit in the cabinet next to his bed. Instead of sitting on the bed he was sitting on the window sill overlooking the city and the ocean. Gaffar took the chair and sat next to the window, the weasel still not turning to face him. But he just waited until the weasel finally slid off the sill and looked at him.
"What are you going to do to me now?" He asked simply as he glared at Gaffar with his bright blue eyes.
But Gaffar just sat there and waited until his expression had softened slightly before he spoke. "That's up to you, you can stay here, or you can leave on the next supply truck."
"Where do they lead?
"Just off to cities to refit to come back here."
The weasel bit his lip as he looked out the window again to see people working together to help repair some broken windows. "...People out there were never nice to me or my family, here is just so different, and its a nice change. Your the first human that's talked to me without hate in your voice. Would the others be as forgiving?"
Gaffar smiled and nodded as he set a hand on the child's shoulder. "People in Kiev have seen so much hardships already they are accustomed to change, as long as you don’t do anything to hurt our rebuilding attempts then they should accept you easily."
The weasel smiled as he nodded and stood up. "I'll stay then, people here seem willing to actually help a fellow being, what's your name human?" He asked simply as he held out his paw out.
"Gaffar Belar, its good to meet you to....?"
"Faclan Slade Mr. Belar, glad to finally be in an accepting place." He said as he shook Gaffars hand and Kiev got its strangest citizen.
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