Captain's Log: We have just discovered a new planet on our trip back to Earth. We decided to investigate it. If all goes according to plan, my superiors might let us have a vacation on “Planet Shtankadoodle” Er...I mean Planet 1-Gr3-(1840)-D.
I have decided to send a couple of ensigns down to the planet to see if it's safe for me to go down. This will be a valuable lesson for them and will put some of their training to the test. I have told them not to communicate me unless absolutely necessary. They will be down there for four weeks.
Ensign Mew-Mew, Ensign Lucky, Ensign Spot, and Ensign Ricky beamed down to planet 1-Gr3-(1840)-D.
“Wow, look at this beautiful, purple tree!” Ensign Mew-Mew exclaimed as soon as he saw it. It was a big, purple tree right in the middle of an open marshland. Ensign Lucky nodded and pulled out a tent kit from her back-pack. Ensign Spot assisted her with that, while Ensign Ricky began to scan the purple marshland tree Mew-Mew had mentioned. Besides Ensign Mew-Mew, and Ensign Spot, they were not very talkative.
“It's semi-poisonous. Not safe to eat,” Ensign Ricky mumbled. Ensign Ricky and Ensign Mew-Mew had been ordered by Captain Shtankadoodle himself to find edible food on this planet as soon as possible. The rest of the ensigns were to build a shelter as soon as possible using methods from their Starship training books.
“Wow, what a wonderful place, and look at all these rainbow colored berries!” Ensign Mew-Mew explained, captured by the change of scenery. Ensign Ricky squinted at it, pulled out his recorder, which helped him scan all the alien plants, and shook his head.
“Not edible,” He said.
“Lighten up, Ricky!” Ensign Mew-Mew explained as he scanned some of the marshland brambles,“We're practically camping! Isn't it great? Look at all this scenery! It's like getting paid to camp!” Ensign Mew-Mew said. Ensign Ricky opened his mouth to speak, but decided otherwise or he might have ruined his ship-wide standard of being quiet. Ensign Mew-Mew scanned some of the water, pocketed his recorder and began to lap it up. Ensign Ricky turned his head violently over to look at Ensign Mew-Mew.
“Stop that!” Ensign Ricky said.
“What?” Ensign Mew-Mew looked confused,“The recorder said that there wasn't any harmful bacterias in the water!”
“The recorder only scanned a small bit of the water you are lapping up,” Ensign Ricky said, pulling out a canteen from his back-pack. He began to dish up some of the water into the water bottle, and then pulled out his Zapper-Pistol, (starship issue) to shoot at the water. Within a second, the water was boiling.
“Now, Ensign Mew-Mew, it is safe to drink,” He handed the water to Mew-Mew. Ensign Mew-Mew began to lap it up again, however after a few laps, an odd expression spread across his face.
“What's wrong?”asked Ensign Ricky.
“Now it doesn't taste like rose petals any more!”complained Ensign Mew-Mew.
“You've eaten rose petals? But you're a cat!” Ensign Ricky exclaimed.
“Don't judge me!” Ensign Mew-Mew replied. Meanwhile, while the two ensigns were quarreling, Ensign Lucky had finished the tent. Since there were only two hours of sunlight on this strange planet she set out to find Ensign Mew-Mew and Ensign Ricky.
“Fine. If it's bad to eat rose petals, whatever. Personally, I'm a cat who likes to try different tastes!” This resulted with a mad dash through the swampy marsh and an impressive leap from a little out of shape Ensign Ricky, who leapt over the rainbow bushes to corner Mew-Mew. Mew-Mew, being quite athletic himself, spun around and knocked Ensign Lucky on the ground. The communicator she was holding smashed to the ground in four shimmery metal pieces. Wires were strewn all throughout the grass. Ensign Lucky struck her head on a stone. Ensign Mew-Mew gasped.
“That must be pretty painful,”mumbled Ensign Mew-Mew.
“Yeah,” agreed Ensign Ricky. They were both too stunned to even think about anything else.
“Night-time!” cried Ensign Spot from the tent.
From the ship, they had known of the odd animals that lurked around during the night by scanners and other things, but they hadn't actually seen any. They preferred not to. Ensign Mew-Mew, picked up Ensign Lucky's limp tail and dragged her back to the tent. They were about a mile away from it, but it didn't seem that far, because there was nothing but open marshy plains.
“That's not how you do it! You have to pick her body up!” Ensign Ricky demonstrated for Ensign Mew-Mew. Sunset was here, and strange growling noises filled the woods around the marsh.
Night-time wasn't much of a “campground” at all. Everybody didn't enjoy it. They couldn't get to sleep. Ensign Mew-Mew stayed awake from the “zapping” sound that the monster-sized mosquitos made when they flung themselves into the force-field surrounding the tent. Meanwhile, Ensign Ricky stayed awake from the noises that Ensign Lucky made in the dark, and all of them stayed awake listening to Ensign Spot telling jokes--primarily about Ensign Ricky being in love with Ensign Lucky.
Finally the zapping sound didn't bother Ensign Mew-Mew any more, nor the horrible hum. He decided to just...relax. He looked up to the little window in the top of the tent. He looked at all the beautiful colored stars in the sky. He could see his starship from the window...“ZAP”. Ensign Ricky winced as a monster sized mosquito, about two feet long, tried to dive bomb through the window. He was scorched on impact. While Ensign Mew-Mew was fascinated about the mosquitos, Ensign Ricky got up to go over by Ensign Lucky. Her head was swelling bad, and her tail was broken.
By dawn, Ensign Mew-Mew and Spot could not determine a way to fix the communicator, and Ensign Ricky hadn't had any luck trying to find herbs or food yet, he had been sent into the woods to find some. Ensign Spot hung over the broken communicator and investigated. Deciding there was no hope, Ensign Spot got up and decided to count how many mosquitos had died. 29.
“I haven't found any food.” shouted Ensign Ricky grimly when he returned, “Have you found out how to fix that communicator?”
“No,” replied Ensign Spot,“I think we're going to be stranded here, for four whole weeks.”
“Without food.” added Ensign Ricky.
“But hey! We still have rose petal flavored water!” Ensign Mew Mew said excitedly.
“What are you so happy about? We're stranded!”
To be continued In: The Attack of The Monster Size Mosquito Part 2. (Just kidding).
To be continued in: Planet 1-Gr3-(1840)-D Part 2
A hospital bed. Wha…? Why? Again? Nugget’s bleary yellow eyes struggled to adjust to the brightness of the cold, concrete room he was being kept in. A long row of hospital beds lined the endless, grimy wall, but his eyes were too unfocused to see them. Instead, it was the smell of weak alcohol cleaner that told him exactly where he was. Nugget tried to push himself up onto his legs, but a sharp, stabbing feeling rent his stomach.
Button’s paws pressed against the iron door, supporting her as she stood up on her two hind legs and tried to peer down the long, narrow row of identical white cells. The only thing different about each individual cell were the foul creatures that inhabited them, and really, Button thought, even they didn’t seem to vary much in size or demeanor.
Yet another addition to, "The Sun Always Shines On Lactolia."
Another addition to, "The Sun Always Shines In Lactolia."
Like usual, its so long that its painful! (But you know you can't resist reading it, anyway.)
Another addition to, "The Sun Always Shines In Lactolia."
An addition to, "The Sun Always Shines In Lactolia."
A spin off the of the much-loved "Star Cats" series.
The behind-wiggling sequel to 'The Big Dent' Part 1.
As if the threat of a comet bound for the Solera Station didn’t seem looming enough, with the entire ship induced into a nervous, whispered panic, Subcommander Ocee could only keep from biting her claws and resisting the impulse to shrink away into a tight cranny—a box, a nook in the insulation, a raccoon trap—anything would do, really, to get away from this news: Lieutenant Lucky had just confirmed that the comet everybody was worried about was only seventeen minutes from impact.