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Blknight.aus
As the dry hot wind blows over the desert a lone penguin limps forward with a broken jet pack dragging behind him, in the distance he can see through the heat haze the vision of palm trees idley waving in the breeze above a shapeless heap of shattered and twisted metal still oozing a viscous black liquid from its shattered power cell. The liquid thickening on contact with the atmosphere still dripped through the cracks in the armour, penetrating the cockpit and falling onto the outstretched hand of the pilot. He detached the useless jet pack and fervently wished, given how dark and atmospheric the whole scene was, that he wasn't, you know... a penguin, but alas he still was a penguin, a emperor penguin at that, the scientists at the lab had performed the transformation to allow him to live in the artic enviroment that was predicted for the planet he was to arrive at with the Mark V, if wasn't for some fool in a busted up scout ship running into his path he would be safely in hyperspace enjoying sim games before going into cold sleep for the 20 year journey, now he was stuck on sonorra in a penguins body and a busted emergeny escape pack uselessly dragging behind him and no hands to release it, the irony of the situation did strike him though.
So i see you are the Mark V pilot stated the other pilot from behind her visor, my name is Vera. One crack from you about perhaps thats what I should have done and I'll gut your tuxedo clad body and set fire to the fat to keep warm." She would have continued but it was that at that point that it began to rain, a sudden downpour that sent the penguin diving under the wing of the crashed drop ship, the only component that had kept anything like its original shape. With a sigh, Vera heaved herself out of the ruined fuselage and activated the shelter pack before realising that she should have checked the ground before she activated the pack. The synthetic base of the shelter began to slide downslope on the now rainslicked clay like surface, franticly her and the penguin chased after the slipping shelter and jumping on top of it to stop it sliding , unfortunately it wasn't enough and both Vera and the penguin slooped down the slope towards the oasis at the bottom, "deploy the ground stakes" shouted Vera , there was a small beep and the ground stakes deployed. The shelter, partially erect, stopped suddenly. Vera and the pengquin did not, rolling once, twice and failing to get a hold on the inflating shelter continued slithering until they came to a squelching and somewhat embarrassing halt in the mudpool at the bottom of the slope.
They stared at each other as if one was waiting for the other to break out into a tap dance. See, Vera had also become a penguin. And they were on a shiny surface. This whole thing was getting far too Happy Feet for both of their tastes. The penguin slapped the holo lingual projector on his belt and Vera once more appeared though he did think that she looked quite fetching in black, he shook his head and thought that he must of gotten a to much of the genetic makeup if he thought she was better as a penguin, he looked her up and down and decided the blonde four foot seven girl would look nice on any planet and the form fitting vacuum suite did make her look a little like a penguin in his eyes, this all happen in his head as Vera got up and the mud just fell off the suite and on to him, with a squark he jumped back and pointed a flipper uphill. A noise and some motion, perhaps imagined, eminated from vera's crashed ship. As Vera turned to see where the penguins flipper was pointed what was left of the ramp of her ship crashed down sending an insignificant mudslide at them , in the void exposed by the ramp
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