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Sethicus smith

Mr green

English 9 b2

Survival

Log entry #1

“Well I’m slagged, I was just doing my job, fixing the engines, and then we all gotta evacuate, I get in the pod, the last pod, mind you, cus the engines are all the way at the back of the aurora, aka like, a mile, and then as soon as I eject, the entire ship EXPLODES. Like, HOW??? Then of course, the pod starts breaking apart, probably from the blast, not the atmosphere. Then I wake up, the harness doesn’t open, and theres a fire covering half the pod! The more fragile, IMPORTANT half, of course.*le-huge sigh* So, now i’m here. Planet 4546B. Not sure whether to go outside or stay in here and die.”

Sir V Ivor has left the pod

Log entry #2

“Should I mention again how awesome this planet is? It. Is. AMAZING! Almost the entire planet is ocean, and it is just, like, I’ve already taken at least 100 pictures, and set it so my screensaver…if I had one…I don’t have a camera, so, they’re just in my head. But they’re still pretty.”

“I’m gonna go see what that creepy seaweed forest place has to offer.”

Log entry #3

“-OPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE MOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPe nope nope nope nope mope nope nope nope nope nope nope, nope, nope, nope. Nope. nope. Nope. nope. N o p e

Chak this blit im out

Welp. not going to THAT place ever again…

Oh.

scrap”

Log entry #4

“YO MAMA”

Log entry #▚▊▛▖

▚▜Nine new biological test subjucts ▚▜▚ mode: hunting, ▚▜▚

sharing location with other units.

Log entry #7

“Well, this is my life, on planet 4546B. Talking to myself…waiting for rescue, scavenging, searching, trying to find a cure for this-”

*BWOOBWOOP* seek fluid intake

“Well fine mom. Time to go find a bladderfish, or as i call them, waterfish.”

Sir V Ivor has left the pod

. . .

Sir V Ivor has entered the pod

“Sorry little guy, but I really want to live, and I’m really thirsty…I know, but, I need water now…well, I mean, yeah, but I need water, so…*gulp* aah much better, kind of.”

So, in order for me to get a seaglide, I need, ok, got that, know where to find that, ugh back to that place, ok! To the pit we go.

Sir V Ivor has left the pod

Log entry #8

Sir V Ivor has entered the pod

(still internally screaming)”welp, I got the seed clusters…and a stalker tooth…which is embedded into my leg-GAH! Oog, okay, gh, don’t put pressure on OH SLAGGING PRIMUS THE PAIN!  My, *le exhale* left leg.”

Log entry #9 deleted

Log entry #10

“Arg, okay… got the tooth out of my leg, aah, stitched up the hole. Still hurts, but, *le-exhale* it’s getting better. I discovered that if i just rest in the water, it feels great.”

Sir V Ivor has left the pod

“So, while I stay very still, which is easy since it hurts to move, eventually some little rabbitfish come and, well, they notice that I am hurt, and…help…not sure how, but, they do something, and it lessens the pain?”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna stay here.”

Log entry #11

“Well. it’s been a while, but that’s because of the tooth incident. It’s feeling a lot better now! Because of that, I went exploring, and I’ve gathered enough resources to make a habitat builder…I’ve been waiting to make another log entry until i do, so, here it is!”

*le-SoundOfCreating*

Congratulations, survivor. Your chances of survival just went to probable, but not likely

“Well thanks for the vote of confidence MOM.”

“Let’s see what this thing can do…”

Log entry #20

“So. I’m. I. *le-extremely-long sigh* I’m alone.”

“Well, more specifically, I found another pod…”

. . .

“They’re dead.”

.

.

.

“Mom, dad, lil’ sis.”*le cri* She was only five. WHY DID IT HAVE TO END LIKE THAT?!?!?!?!?!”

. . .

*#FilledWithDETERMINATION ❤️*

“I will not let they’re deaths become forgotten. I. WILL. LIVE. ON!

hopefully…”

Log entry #22

“Alright. I can do this. Right? No, I WILL DO THIS. just, I’m not entirely sure how…”

*BWOOBWOOP* seek nutrition intake

“Well I guess I’ll start there. *le-NOM* Hmmm, if they ALL are dead, *le-TalkingWithMouthFull*and the aurora is exploded… wait. ITS NOT COMPLETELY EXPLODED THOUGH! I CAN SALVAGE THE SHIP.

THE.

ENTIRE.

SHIP!

Hehehehehehehehee ahahahahah AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MWA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA”

Log entry #23

“Well, at least most of it, nnow that I have a seaglide, I can explore much more. Thing is though, there are many many hosile clutch munching piston lickers in this watery hell.”

Log entry #24

“Ookay, I’ve figured out where to find seamoth pieces, but they’re guarded by sandsharks, aka the satans minions of this damp hell.”

Log entry #25 deleted

Log entry #26

“I diD THE THING!!!!”

“More specifically, I got all the neccesary stuff scanned to make a blueprint!…AKA I CAN MAKE A SEAMOTH NOW!”

“Oh come on, back to that place?”

“Alright fine, I can make a seamoth as soon as I get over my PTSD…”

Log entries #27, 28, and 29 deleted

Log entry #30

Sir V Ivor has left the hab

Welcome aboard ca-”SHUT UP!”all systems online

“Dangit”

“Okay, I got the stuff…lets just make this thing”

Log entry #31

“This seamoth is awesome, It allows me to go ALL THE WAY TO THE AURORA IN JUST a minute but STIL

Sir V ivor has left the hab

Shwee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-

Log entry #32

“Okay, I think I’ve done all i can… thing is though, I still can’t leave. Cuz there’s this GIANT ****ING GUN!!! And it’s probably what shot down the aurora”

*ping*

“Huh?”

Playing message

“Aurora, are you still in need of assistance, over.”

“Damn alterra ships. They run out of feul, send an SOS, and when you respond. They don’t pick up”

“Aurora, we’re on the far side of the galaxy. It’s going to take, a while, to get to your position. Are you STILL in need of assistance, over.”

“*le-sigh* we’ll try again later”

“See what the long range scans pick up in the meantime,”

“NO!”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“nonononononononononononononononONONONONONONONONONOOO!!!”

“Oh this is not good this is not good this is just the opposite of good!…okay, I need to warn them, gotta find a way to warn them. THERE’S A GIANT GUN THAT WILL SHOOT YOU DOWN IF YOU TRY TO RESCUE MEE!!!!!!!!!”

“Yea thats not gonna werk”

Log entry #33

“I, *le-FEAR* just, found a new creature… leviathan class, not like the other leviathan class reefbacks, no, *le-TERROR* those are peaceful…

The REAPER LEVIATHON is anything BUT peaceful…”

*le-foreshadowing?*

Log entry #41

*le-ping of teh radio*

*le-sigh* “guess i’ll see what this is…”

“Aurora, we just discovered a massive debri field near your location. I didn’t, I didn’t know. We’re on our way.”

“No,”

“Wait what?”

“What?”

“Don’t you need rescue?”

“You can hear me?”

“Heh, loud and clear aurora”

“My name isn’t aurora, and I’m the only one left…”

“Sooo you need rescuing,”

“NO! I mean, not yet…you can’t”

“Why not?”

“Cus there’s this GIANT GUN.”

“Say again?”

“A giant gun. And I’m pretty sure that it’s what shot down the aurora…”

“Ookay, don’t worry, we’ll get you rescued, but try and disable it?”

“Can’t. I already tried, and, well…’infected peoples may not disable the weapon, this planet is under QUARINTINE’ so, yeah…can’t cure what you don’t know, YET”

“Auro-sorry, um, what’s your name?”

“It’s Sir V Ivor, the engineer, I was working on the engines before the ship exploded, and as far as I know, I’m the last.”

“I’m sorry, but, SIR?”

“Yeah, not sure why, but my full name/title is Sir Venessa Ivory”

“Just let us know when the gun is disabled, Venessa”

“Will do”

End of chapter one…

The mood of the story is hopeful, with a heaping helping of survivalism

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