Sagittarius
The ship hums lightly as it floats towards the desolate snow covered surface of the drab planet. Mountains peak high into the clouds wich the ship soon descends through, obscuring the glass command center window, snow flashes around the ship and blasts around from the force of the thrusters wich slowly turn off as the landing gear touches against the rocky surface.
Here we are then.
"Landing successful! Please note that outside temperatures are dangerously cold captain."
The female ai chimes in before slowly shutting down, its voice slowly fading as the ships lights dim and turn off after some clicking and vibrating noises.
"Grey, let's do a perimeter check"
The card flashes out of my inventory and the imposing locust appears before me standing tall.
I was reading while the ship was autopiloting that the outer rim is absoutlrly crazy, tons of minor races and Factions that are too weak to play against the grineer and corpus take up arms and fight over these small habitable planets instead hoping to one day create an empire that could compete with the big ones fighting in the main system. Glory, strife, revenge, redemption. What's new at this point? All sentient races go down the same path of destruction while under false subjugation of providence.
And I am spouting exposition again.. I really need to stop acting like a philosopher, I'm not smart enough for this shit.
The ships bay door flops down from the sad suspension system and a freezing cold blisters into the ship, luckily the heating coils in my new armor turn on and my skin stays nice and cozy. I have a rough map of this planet on my navigation but I cant use it right now obviously because the ship is off, I looked at the general layout beforehand of course there is a small forest nearby and to the far north there is a small settlement but that's about my extent of knowledge regarding this tundra. First things first let's check things out. The cold winds make visibility low but just good enough for a quick inspection. Some boulders here and there, some bushes and grass. Nothing out of the ordinary really, reminds me of just an average snowy area in a video game. Welp. Probably should get some firewood and some other materials and get started with making a basic shelter, for now I can live in the ship but fuel is not infinite and if it runs out I wont have anymore free heat to keep me from dying, the armor can only take so much until the heat adapters in it wear down and need repaired or replaced. The slog through the snow takes about 10 minutes to reach the tree line. A wise man says
"One needs axe to cut tree."
A real man says
"Am axe."
I coat my hand in Qi and approach a thin tree, I go for a right hook and the the fibers of the wood crunch and splinter upon impact and the crackle of the tree falling echoes into the wooded area.
I lop the limbs off with my foot, plus pine needles are piss poor for starting fires so I don't need them, well these arent exactly pine needles but they look close enough, more purple in color actually, but the smell is still just as strong, that bitter almost plastic stench. I grip the tree and hunch it over my shoulder.
"Grey, just starting doing what I'm doing, gather as many trunks as you can and rest them by the ship in a stack."
"Yesss my keinnggg."
For hours on end we cut and smash our way through the trees, gathering a sizable amount for the coming days, I dont know how to build a cabin but I played Red Dead Redemption 2 so that should be good enough.
"Get me a saw and a board and I'll cut it."
The sun reaches midday, shining brightly and melting away some of the turgid snow covering the ground. And so in turn the ground turns mushy and wet, slippery and annoying to tread in
but its just something I have to deal with, some gross terrain wont stop me from building a base
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[Lil later]
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It has been 3 weeks and me and Grey, with the help of Zhi and Craig occasionally, have managed to build a sizable house, using the replicator in the ship wich is almost exactly like the foundry in the warframe game, I made a small wood heater and all the metal bits and bob's, nails, doorhandles. Of course this used plasma fuel from the ship wich will be a problem for me later that I dont want to think about.
It ain't much but its honest work. Inside the cabin the stove glistens light onto the peeled wood, in between the logs a mixture of ash and dirt make a tight glue like seal, protecting my body from the elements and keeping the heat in, my armor is in my inventory currently, it gets tiring lugging around in it outside, I even made a floor out of wood and I used some weird alien honey grease thing to stain it and make it smooth on my bare feet and socks. It's a great start, but could be better, more buildings for more members, bigger and better materials.
The people on this planet are known for being quite inhospitable so I need to be ready for when they decide to come after me.
*beep*
*beep*
*beep*
Where is that noise coming from? A loud and high pitched beeping rings out from nearby.
I peak out of the door of the cabin, the snow has stopped for a while gratefully. The beeping continues, but this time I can discern where it's coming from.
The ship.
I slide the door open and step up and into it, the beeping grows exponentially louder and soon I arrive to its place of origin. The local radio signaler.
The beeping abruptly stops when I pick up the small tethered metal box that lies in a slot on the radio.
"Ahh stranger, you finally answer."
A shrill voice that sounds like a gravel grater pierces my ear, my eyes instinctively squint from the man who sounds like he smokes 80 cigarettes a day.
"Who is this?"
"I am chancellor Zethora, ruler of the 62nd sector and I noticed your ship landing a while ago, please tell me your intentions.. or.. actions will he taken."
A warlord eh? I didnt think one would approach me so soon when I have not even done anything.
"Well uh Chancellor, I'm not really doing much currently."
"You are doing nothing. Ha! What a farce, this isn't a joke boy, tell me your true intentions or I am dispatching my reavers."
"Dude I'm living in a wooden cabin just enjoying life."
"Ha, funny, but you are dead you son of a lark, my boys are coming to get you, I wont tell you when but you arent built for this planet son."
"Yea yea."
I push the small call box back in, I've seen a wide share of overconfident assholes in my life, this guy shouldn't be any different than the rest.
I'm not leaving the comfort of my small home just to deal with a professional bandit.
Exiting the ship, chill winds slap lightly against me making my skin quickly stiffen with goosebumps with a quick shuffle I re enter the cabin and take some deep breaths in, heating my body up using mist breathing wich I have been getting better at, a lot of practice time alone helped with it.
I lay back in my hammock and my eyes slowly shut.. the crackling of the furnace drowns out the murmuring winds of the wasteland outside.
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[In a land far away]
[A man walks]
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"Haa! Let's see what the future holds."
A gigantic man emerges from a dark alleyway, his dark red hair flows as if it has a mind of it's own.
The man unable to hold his own thoughts begins conveniently monologuing to himself.
"I ran out of strong opponents, pshh, a shame. So what if I just traveled dimensions. HAHAHAH! Theres nothing stopping me from just leaving! Just a punch and the fabric of reality bends to me, the strongest man!'
His burly form marches down the street, his black shirt about to burst from his grotesquely shaped muscles.
His grave smirk stays glued to his face as citizens walking on the street stare subtly at the giant ogre.
A man in a suit holding a briefcase in one hand and a phone in the other walks directly into the goliath, his eyes set on his phone and not his surroundings, assuming he stumbled into a tree he looks up but instead he sees the distorted smiling face of the giant.
"Let's see how strong people are in this world."
The businessman is lifted up by his head, he screams in agony as a sickening crunch sounds out.
"Shameful, is this truly the same as normal earth? I the strongest man cannot be disappointed in such a way!"
"M-M-MONSTER!!"
Crowds of people flee and scream after seeing blood splatter against the streetside like a catatonic grenade of crimson coagulant.
"STOP RIGHT THERE!"
Another man with a large stature charges through the crowd, he has on a small black tank top and a shaven down head of deep black hair.
"I- tank top blackhole will stop you!"
"HAAHAHAHAHHA YOU ARE THE WEAKEST CREATURE I HAVE EVER SEEN!"
Black Holes mouth drops agape
"And who the hell are you monster!?"
"It is I, the strongest being, YUJIRO HANMA!"
"I have no idea who you are.."
Tank top stares confusedly at the ogre.
"Hahaa!"
Only an afterimage, a shadow, remains as Hanma charges at the high ranking hero. With a sudden flurry of blows the B rank hero can only cross his arms infront of his face and cry out in pain as his body is crushed into the ground, beaten to a complete jerky like pulp. Steam rises from the ground where the hero once laid. Cracks run across the sidewalk and road.
"Weak! Too weak!"
[AN]
Sorry for slow uploads I'm burnt out as a shit and the new webnovel updates frustrate the hell outta me.
I have ideas for the story planned out but I physically just do not feel like writing for some reason idk.
Chapterly song suggestion: I Am Damnation - Bleed From Within
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