Klaxons. Klaxons everywhere. Truly this was it.
After months of combing through this enormous abandoned spaceship, we’ve all started to lose hope. But V’Ru kept pushing us, and she was right to do so. If we were to make any use of this monstrosity of a vessel, we needed to get its main reactor up and running. Couldn’t do that without the plasma klaxon units that modulate the power output.
Our chances were getting slimmer by the day. The ship’s trajectory took it too close to the star, we wouldn’t have made it past perihelion. We desperately needed that reactor to power the engines. Our own ship that brought us here was too badly damaged. This was our only choice.
Thankfully, this morning Zug and I managed to pry open a hatch leading into one of the maintenance shafts, and we ended up in this room full of klaxons. About damn time. We just had to move the modules out through the cramped tunnel. I climbed in first, and Zug handed me one of the klaxons...
That was the moment we heard the alarms.
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Comments (4 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
Cute lol. The thought of taking a klaxon as a literal thing never crossed my mind. The names V'Ru and Zug imply characteristics which is pretty cool.
- #3753 Posted 12 days ago
This is amazing. I absolutely love this.
- #3754 Posted 10 days ago
- 5 out of 5
- #3755 Posted 8 days ago
Terrific take on this prompt. Who was shuttling klaxons around? Why was the ship adrift in space? I suspect the crew is about the find the answer to at least the latter question.
- #3757 Posted 5 days ago
- 5 out of 5
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