How I Survived One Fateful Night in the Space Mansion of Absolute Terror
So I used a random genre generator to pick a genre for my NaNoWriMo story this year and got Horror/Fantasy/Sci-Fi. Big help right? So I made a joke about it, coming up with a working title for this stupid multi genre story. How I Survived One Fateful Night in the Space Mansion of Absolute Terror. It was stupid, really, really stupid. It was like those cheesy B movies they made back in the day. Then it hit me, why not try and write that cheesy B movie from back in the day? At worst I don't complete a novel in time, at best I come up with something good, right? Well here is the Prologue for this ridiculous story. Coming in at a word count of 559 words.--- I stared out into the infinite blackness of space. Stars twinkling as far as the eye could see. It would have been pretty, had I been a chick and had this been my first time in space. But I wasn't, and this wasn't my first trip.
I flopped back onto my small cabin bed. Barely enough room for my body. At least it was comfortable. No one mentioned how time has no meaning up here. Without computer displays I wouldn't even know what day it was.
My long feline tail flicked across the bed. I was on a transport vessel, the FSS Suloko. We were transporting supplies to a deep space research station. The trip was complete and we were making our way back home. With one month down and five left to go.
A loud beep came from the door. I rolled my eyes, "Come in."
I watched as the mongoose entered my small room, the metal door sliding shut behind her. "Hiding in your room won't help." She said
"Look Anne, you pass the time your way and I'll pass it mine." I said with more than a hint of annoyance in my voice. She expressed concern for my psychological well being more often than she should. I'm a jaguar, being solitary isn't exactly something new for me.
"I know Walter, but still. It's a long trip and you barely left the ship while we were at Hitachi Station. Would have done you some good to get out a little more."
"I'll survive, I made it all the way out here didn't I?" I asked her.
"Yeah, but it isn't healthy. You could volunteer for some time on the bridge." "Not my thing," I said softly leaning my head back.
"You'd rather sit in here?"
"Of course," I said before closing my yellow eyes.
"I heard you signed up for a five year trek." She said.
"Yeah, two out with one at Zulu Station and the trip back." I said.
"Full year on site, how many are going?"
"Twelve of us, with twenty on the station. They need someone to set up their data net system. The one they had went down on them. Probably just a faulty relay circuit."
"Sounds like easy work for how long you will be there." "The rest of the crew will be busy with other things. Wont kill me to hang out for a bit while they do their thing."
"Maybe you'll make a friend?" Anne asked more than said.
"Doubt it, not into friends. I'd rather just do my thing. Though that far out the net will be slow as balls."
"That makes a difference?"
"Of course, you think I just stare out the window while I'm in here?"
"I don't know what you do. You wont say, I'm a counselor you know."
"I'm fine, you can leave now." I said opening my eyes slightly.
"I'll be back later," She said before exiting my room.
Once she was gone I closed my eyes again. If computer drives weren't so expensive I'd just travel alone. But since they cost more than I make a year and I'm not a pilot, I was stuck flying with others. Maybe I'd cash out after my next trip. Go live in peace on one of the jungle worlds.
I yawned and slowly drifted to sleep. ---There it is, if you want to see more let me know. If it sucks, let me know and I'll scrap the idea.