Tuesday, November 1, 2011

NaNoWriMo Day 1

Hi! It's National Novel Writing Month, which means I need to write 1,667 words a day to meet the 50,000 words in one month goal.

For Day 1 I'm on track! Woo! Here's what I wrote today:



Life Among the Metaloids
Every time Damien Lee made the trip from a starship down to a planet his mind took him back to the landing on Dunbar during the war. Every time.
Damien shook himself away from those memories of long ago. This was a new planet and a new time; a second chance. Now Damien was the Security Officer on a scientific mission to newly discovered planet. In just under a minute he would be among the first twelve humans to step foot on Tappman.
The Captain knew his trade, Damien had to give him that. The shuttle descended smoothly through the upper atmosphere towards the scenic, seemingly undisturbed surface of Tappman.  Beautiful blue lakes and rivers, wild green forests, and towering mountain ranges dominated the view outside Damien’s window.
The shuttle touched down beside one of the lakes. Still in their spacesuits, Captain Kharn and his wife were the first to step outside. Everyone else, including Damien, followed. Several of the scientists were clutching fancy gadgets and taking readings. Damien had his gun out. The satellites and probes had detected only plants, but he didn’t believe there was such a things as too careful.
“Well?” Captain Kharn asked. The Captain was always just on the edge of sounding perturbed by how long each task was taking.
The Chief Science Officer grinned like the overzealous goofball he was. “All clear!”
The cheers were cut off by the hiss of air from the helmets of the team’s spacesuits disengaging their locking mechanisms. Damien took a deep breath. The air smelled fresh and clean, but they were wasting daylight. He glanced around. The science-types were all milling about, congratulating one another without a care in the world.
“All right, listen up!” Damien shouted. His voice boomed, drowning out general hullabaloo of celebration. “We’re in the open and the clock is ticking. Get those supply crates out of the cargo hold and start setting up camp. A trained team can set up a fortified camp in under four minutes, I doubt you apes could put together your little science club in the next two hours. Prove me wrong! Move! Move! Move!”
They moved.
Nothing put the fear of God into science-types like a good shouting. It was Damien’s heartfelt opinions that eggheads like these were not yelled at enough during their formative years, and as such they tended to grow up to be whiny little babies.
Motion detectors went up in a ring one hundred meters around the shuttle.  Tents were set up in the northwest quadrant. Lab equipment and sterile facilities took up the whole eastern half of their camp. That left the southwest for hygiene, a dining hall, and the backup generator just in case something interrupted the power being distributed by the shuttle’s reactor.
“One hour, forty-seven minutes.” Damien shook his head. “I guess you apes surprised me after all.”
“Good work, people!” The Captain called jovially. “Who’s hungry?”
While dinner was being prepared two of the scientists sought Damien out near his tent. He could remember their names were Phoenix and Kendra, but their scientific specialty eluded him; no doubt their titles were filled with long words that hadn’t even been invented when Damien was his school. They looked terribly young.
“Captain Kharn says we need your permission to do our first survey of the area,” the one who looked especially young, Kendra, announced.
Phoenix nodded beside her enthusiastically.
Damien grabbed his gun. “Lead the way.”
Kendra led them beyond the perimeter towards the mountain range to the northwest. Damien scanned their surroundings, but all he saw were plants and water. Kendra seemed to know exactly where she wanted to go, they kept on the same bearing even when they had to veer around streams.
“Can I ask how you got the scar on your jaw?” Phoenix asked as they walked.
“You can ask.”
Phoenix smirked. She had the cocky grin of a fighter pilot. “You were on Dunbar.” It wasn’t a question.
Damien tried not to sound surprised. “What makes you say that?”
“My old man told me once that the only military man who doesn’t love to brag about his scars is a man who made it out of that hellhole.”
Damien snorted derisively. “Everyone thinks they know about Dunbar. Did your father actually serve or is he some kind of shrink with a talk show and an opinion about everything?”
Phoenix drew herself up proudly. “My father is Admiral Chester Drake.”
“I’ll be damned. I’ll have to buy your old man a beer if I ever meet him. I owe that man my life.” Drake had taken his fleet on what everyone else thought was a suicide mission to cut off the enemy’s reinforcements to Dunbar. It had turned the tide in the battle and ultimately the war.
“I was going to join the Fleet until they quit building warships. I mean, my father could have gotten me in on one of the few still in operation, but I wanted to earn my own way in the world.”
“How very admirable of you.”
“What about you, did you leave before the cutbacks or did you get the ‘thank you for your service’ letter like my dad?”
“You ask a lot of questions.”
That smirk crept back onto Phoenix’s face. “I’m a scientist. It’s my job to be inquisitive.”
“Oh yeah? Then why aren’t you more weirded out by the lack of animals on this rock?”
“That’s one of the fascinating aspects of Tappman we’re here to study,” Phoenix explained. “There’s water, plants, the right mix of molecules in the air, but no life besides vegetation. Beautiful vegetation, but it’s still highly unusual.”
“What about germs? Insects? Anything like that?”
“A surprisingly limited number of microbes were found by our probes and no insects thus far. Curious, no?”
“I think it’s more creepy than anything. A dead planet. What keeps other life from flourishing?”
Phoenix laughed. “Are you always this melancholy? Aren’t you even a little bit excited to be one of the first people on a new planet?”
“Kid, when you’ve seen as many planets as I have, you learn not to get your hopes up for any particular one.”
“Excuse me? Kid?” Phoenix stopped and put her hands on her hips. “You’re what, five years older than me? Eight, tops! What makes your so wise and worldly?”
Dunbar, Damien wanted to say, but that hadn’t made him wise, just old. He was beginning to regret allowing this conversation to continue beyond the scar question, but he was spared having to reply by Kendra.
Kendra had wandered ahead of them, still on the same bearing she started out on, and now she was shouting, “Oh my God! You have to come see this!”
Damien and Phoenix sprinted to where Kendra was crouched beside a pool of murky water glittering in the afternoon sunlight.
“What’s so special about a puddle?” Damien started to ask, but he trailed off after “special.” Only one thing shimmered like that: metal.
Phoenix crouched down beside Kendra. “Why doesn’t it feel warm this close? Whatever is heating it to a molten state like this has to be incredibly hot!”
Kendra shook her head. “I have no idea. But it does seem to be liquid metal. What do you think, steel? Iron? We’ll need to take samples back to camp in order to be sure.”
The two girls began rapidly removing science gear from their backpacks and collecting samples. Damien looked around warily. He had a sinking feeling in his gut that they had just discovered why there was no animal life on this planet. And his gut was rarely wrong.
A pinecone fell out of one of the trees beside the pool and bounced off Damien’s shoulder.
“Look at how the roots of these two trees are growing into the pool.” Kendra gestured excitedly.
“I’ll take some samples from the trees,” Phoenix said.
“Here’s a pinecone that fell out of that one.” Damien reached down and offered her the pinecone that had fallen on him.
“I don’t it now, you’ve touched it and contaminated it!”
Damien shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
Once they had collected what Damien considered to be an obscene number of samples from both the pool and the trees, Kendra tried to convince them to continue further up the hill and into the mountains.
“Come on, there are still a couple hours of daylight left! Look what we’ve already discovered and imagine what else we might find!”
“And we’ll find it tomorrow, we need to get these back to the lab right away. The others are going to lose their minds when we show them these!” Kendra chortled.
“Why don’t you go back then? I can carry on and see what I find.”
“Absolutely not,” Damien interjected. “We are not splitting up.”
“But I feel like we’re so close to something huge!” Kendra insisted.
“I said absolutely not.
For an instant it looked as though Kendra might have to be physically dragged back, but she reluctantly nodded.
They made their way back to the shuttle as the two scientists enthusiastically discussed what they might find once they got the metallic ooze under a microscope. Damien did not say a single word, but kept a watchful eye out for danger. The forest remained utterly serene, however, and he began to wonder if he was just being paranoid.
Back at the camp Damien slipped away so the science-types could revel in the thrill of discovery and divvy up the samples for examination. It was going to be a late night for everyone else, so Damien sat down in his tent to clean his guns and sharpen his knives. When that was done he did calisthenics in hopes of tiring himself out enough to get some sleep tonight; despite what he had told Phoenix, the first night on a new planet it was always hard to convince his brain to shut up and let him sleep.
The camp was still buzzing with activity that night when Damien decided to make an attempt to sleep. When he pulled off his shirt something odd caught his attention from the corner of his eye.
A small patch of metal no larger than his thumbnail was attached to Damien’s skin right above his collarbone.

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