[jdjtcagle]

Finish this story PLEASE BE SERIOUS in the attitude toward this story, maybe we can start something without SPAM for once.
I'll start:

Captain Billy Richards of the GTT Galactica, a Elysium class transport, was tired of the rutine inspections of distant systems. He was to take his crew and leave for the system of dubbe, recently discovered system, for studing purposes.
   His current home is Alphard, For mechanical reasons, it has no planets, no natural resources, and no contact for light years.  There is a single science\communication outpost called Darkness Beacon. He was the only ship docked with it.
   His crew currently is his brother, Jack, and a hired mechanic Jolene Mayes, which I think her and my brother have a little something going on. To tell the story I must start at the beginning.

   I just woke up by the faint smell of food, I slip on my shoes and head toward the mess room of the station. The station occassionly creaked and shutteredwith a loud shrill the whole station is dead. My mechanic was extremely talented at fixing things. She is at the moment working on the sensors of the station, to detect any changes in Nav bouys or anything.
   Walking in the mess room my brother, a greasy haired man with that was running on coffee, was looking at specs of ships on his small hand-held cpu unit, which he keeps a lot of personal information in there. While on the ship I have almost completely lost track of time...

Start on that...
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[aldo_14]

Um, is this a gneeral synopsis or the start of the story?

Is it suppossed to slip between third and first person?

[jdjtcagle]

general synopsis and yes it can slip between 3rd and 1st

[.::Tin Can::.]

...the time usually spent doing some things interesting on this station. There we very few recreational activities on board a distant outpost, and the usual tasks were either yelling at the crew for not keeping up, or for doing things myself. I am pretty handy with a wrench myself...

As for the deal with the outpost we're on, it was constructed not too long ago by a supply convoy heading through the sector. Being in charge of a new facility is not an easy task when the thing is ready to fall apart. It seems it was made from tin foil and old 20th century nuts and bolts.

However, sensor readings in the sector are a bit scrambled, so that is why my engineer is working on the sensor systems. Mild activity is always being picked up from the nearby nebulas, sometimes reading as coming in 5 klicks from the station and then phasing back out again. We are forced to believe it is a technical error...

[jdjtcagle]

2366
Darkness-Beacon Oupost
Days after The NTF Rebelion

This morning, like others, after eating my breakfast, I would take routine inspections of the progress.  Walking in the sensors station, sat Jolene, unaware of my presence. I knock on the door beside me, immediatly she turns to greet me with a scared expression.
"Stop doing that, for the sake of you getting out of here"
"I've come to take note on your progress"
"everything is scrambled here. I'm still not sure why we have these problems."she said we the fear of not leaving
"We are getting paid by Triton Dynamics themselves to find the problem" I replied they need this outpost for increasing there sensor range in hope of finding planets, gas fields asteriods, anything that would help there economy."  Rumor around the media there in on some major project.

[.::Tin Can::.]

..although the rumors were simply superstition, I had my thoughts that we were probably involved. But regardless, the boosted sensors would help out in finding new readings. Jolene gave the sensor one last tune, and the large array came to life. I heard the small whine of the roters and lights flickered on and off again.

"Word has it from command that we can expect a Vasudan inspection of this new station. They have some particular interest in what its doing here so expect to see some activity in the next few hours." I said. She turned to gaze at me.
"Alright. I'll see what I can do about the docking clamps to see if anything else around here needs a god damned tune up..." she walked out quickly and I parted way for her to leave. I simply shook my head.

[jdjtcagle]

I really screwed my own thread, help me out?
(I needed something with a little-alot-more action) I'm going to make a new thread one that hopefully more people would be interested.

[.::Tin Can::.]

Im all ears. Just tell me where to go.