Planet 1-Gr3-(1840)-D Part 3
Last time on StarCats: Shtankadoodle appears to have left the stranded Ensigns for good. Ensign Lucky is still injured and ensign Mew-Mew has gone missing!
Ensign Ricky ran a scanner over Ensign Lucky. He raised his eyebrow and made sounds like, "Hmm.." or "Umm Huh." Ensign Lucky was getting nervous. Ensign Ricky snapped the recorder into his pocket.
"A virus seems to be taking advantage over your crippled state," He began,"The progress you have been making to stand up and walk should be suspended. I would highly advise you remain still while this virus is in you. We will bring you into the infirmary on the Catnip once we have been rescued. I don't know to what extreme this virus will cripple you." Ensign Lucky groaned, she had already stayed still for long enough--two entire weeks, and now, just when she was making progress, she had to stay still once more!
Ensign Spot had some luck finding a species of a mice however, and listed the species in his voice-activated journal as the "Salvation Mouse". They had found the "Salvation Mouse" in a nearby crater, and unlike most mice, this species produced tasty eggs. The crater was very large and dry. Barren except for the mice and the yellow grass that grew inside of it. The foot-long mouse tasted delectable after having to eat only pollen from the "Shtankadoodle flower" for five entire days. The rations had lasted much shorter than suspected because the virus that was currently attacking Ensign Lucky was causing her to eat more than usual. Night was closing in once more. The Ensigns despised the limited time that light actually shined across the meadow they had set down in. Because of the unusual size of the planet, the fast rotation, and the distance from the sun in that solar system, it got very dark and cold the other hours of the day. Sunlight only lasted for three hours in the entire day. Unfortunately strange nocturnal creatures roamed around the meadows when nightfall came. The odd roaring sounds they made creeped the Ensigns out. They made sure to stay in the light-field protected tent when night fall came, however as cramped the Ensigns got in the space. The light-field protection system zapped any predators who tried to attack the tent. Luckily they had a portable kitchen set, to cook their meals in when breakfast, lunch and dinner came. Ensign Spot whipped up a batch of scrambled salvation egg omelet. All the Ensigns loved his cooking, except ensign Mew-Mew. Ensign Spot sighed, he missed his friend's criticizing. Two days ago he had admiraly gone searching for one of the nocturnal creatures, hoping to bring in a feast for the Ensigns to enjoy, unfortunately all the Ensigns had decided against going with him. Now, after he had been for so long, Ensign Spot regretted his choice, which had been driven by fear. Ensign Ricky had estimated the odds as being extremely though that he would even make it back to the campground alive. If he were still alive, than the extreme increments of darkness on this planet would most likely get him lost. Ensign Spot certainly hoped that the estimations were wrong.
Ensign Mew-Mew washed up along the salty shores of the river. This strange river washed up saltwater, instead of freshwater. In the dark he had been chased by one of the creatures, he had managed to wound it, but not critically. In the monster's rage it had chased what he thoguht as his neaxt meal, through the forest, and into a dark river no one had noticed before. For four hours, Ensign Mew-Mew had been unconsious, floating across the salty river. He choked some, and then mustered up the courage to stand up. He couldn’t imagine how he was going to make it back across the river to the other Ensigns, especially now that dusk had come. He couldn’t stay safe in the trees either, the creatures could climb better than he could. He pulled muddy twigs out of his previously clean fur. He should probably try to find a shelter while a little light still lasted. He began to walk, but the salt he had taken in hurt his lungs. Then, as he looked up, a cat with leather cloth on and two (attractive) tails stood before him. She seemed to be one of the natives.
“Weom. Weom. Weom!”The native said. She started to sniff Ensign Mew-Mew, and then led him to a clearing. A small crevice was an opening in the cave, and she squeezed through, leading Enisgn Mew-Mew down some roughly carved stone stairs. He rounded a corner, holding the natives paws, and then he saw it all. It was breathtaking. Stone building and shops lay everywhere, pets were kept in the backyard. The natives had built a large town underground that no monster could get into. Ensign Mew-Mew was beginning to like this. A wooden trolley ran through the middle of the town, and at the end and begging of the track, three natives pushed and heaved to turn a wheel, which powered the trolley. It was quite an amazing town, Ensign Mew-Mew could hardly believe that such 'primitive' as some might suggest, natives, could build such a city.
“Alright, I don’t know why your so worried, Subcommander Ocee, but we can transport them up now if you wish.” I gave in. The whole time the Ensigns had been down on their away mission Subcommander Ocee had seemed uncomfortable. Especially since they wouldn’t answer any communication.
“Thank you, Captain Shtankadoodle.” Subcommander Ocee was eager to see the Ensigns after 2 weeks of being away,"Ensign LOL-lly, beam them up!” I scratched my head. I thought I had decommissioned Ensign LOL-lly once already!
“I’ve got a lock on three of them.” Ensign LOL-lly spun around in her chair,”Subcommander, I thought four beamed down?”
“Four did beam down! Transport the three of them up immediately!” Subcommander Ocee raced into the elevating-lift. It connected to every main part of the Catnip, which included the transportation room.
It was dark, but Ensign Ricky found it worth it. He heard the moan of one of the Ocee Monsters every step he took. The meadows were crowded with them. He had just picked the petals off thirty-two Shtankadoodle flowers in order to make an edible soup for Ensign Lucky. The temperatures were cold, and he was looking forward to going back into the protected tent with everyone, and to boil up the Shtankadoodle flowers for Ensign Lucky. He kind of liked her, but would never dare let Ensign Spot know that, for he cracked jokes off of everybody. He continued to walk toward the tent, the little yellow glow came closer into view, and closer, and—. Ensign Ricky was confused, maybe he was so cold he was having illusions. He was certain that he had seen the tent…disappear! At that moment he was beamed on board the Catnip.
Ensign Lucky passed out in the transporter. She had never liked them, and now since she was so sick she couldn’t help it. Ensign Ricky dropped the heap of Shtankadoodle Flower petals he was carrying to the floor. He was pretty sure that the virus was going to paralyze her in six hours or less. Ensign Ricky ordered the transporter operator to get her to sickbay.
“Where’s Ensign Mew-Mew?” Ensign Spot asked once the medics had arrived and ushered Ensign Lucky off to sickbay.
“We haven’t gotten a lock on him yet…No life signs are appearing on scanners. We’d like you to fill out a report about the plant and animal life, living conditions and other things down there so we can estimate how hard it would be to survive down there, Sir.” The transporter operator gave him a tablet to write it all down.
Now, Ensign Mew-Mew is gone, and in the hands of unknown, alien race of natives. Ensign Lucky’s health had grown conditionally worse, and no transportation lock can even pinpoint Ensign Mew-Mews life signs! Find out what will happen next time in Planet 1-Gr3-(1840)-D Part 4.
——Ensign Spot’s Report . . .
Living Conditions: Horrible. Creepy nocturnal beasts roam around the marshy meadows we set down in, giant mosquitos attack us, anteater like birds come in swarms to attack you, and the water taste of “rose petals”, according to Ensign Mew-Mew. Also, their are only three hours of daylight, due to he rotation of the planet, and the size; when night comes it gets ver cold.
Eating Conditions: The only edible food was the pollen of the “Shtankadoodle Flower”, which we named after our captain, and it doesn’t even taste that good. Plus, Ensign Ricky throws up and turns blue when he eats too much of it. We had to find more food, and what we found was an egg laying, foot long, mouse. It tastes great, especially it’s eggs, but they are vicious and hard to find. It appears they can camouflage in like camelions, and their home is in the ground. It’s kind of a mixture of a prairie dog, camelion, and chicken. We named the species the “Salvation Mouse” because it was like salvation when we finally captured it and learned it was edible. It lived in a barren habitat, in a large crater.
Land Conditions: We set down in meadows, or I should say, marsh. It was a large and suitable clearing, but open for giant mosquitos. Surrounding it was a dense jungle which never appeared to end. To the North was a gigantic crater. It would take just three hours to get to the bottom of it, where the mice lived, and the same time to get back up, maybe longer. It was always dark when we came back up. Totally the crater was probably ten miles across on every side. At the bottom was yellowed grass that the mice hid in. Few other animals lived in it because of the intense conditions. It looked like a drought.
How did your communicator break? Simple. Ensign Mew-Mew and Ensign Ricky were acting like babies and smashed into Ensign Lucky, which had been carrying the only communicator with her.
How did Ensign Lucky get hurt? She fell and hit herself on a stone. We weren’t certain if she was going to make it at first, but she recovered fine until we learned that the rock had been carrying a certain kind of virus.
What do you think of the planet? NEVER EVER WANT TO GO DOWN THERE AGAIN.
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.