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The Maretian - Kris Overstreet



Mark Watney is stranded- the only human on Mars. But he's not alone- five astronauts from a magical kingdom are shipwrecked with him.

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Sol 380

AMICITAS FLIGHT THREE – MISSION DAY 386
ARES III SOL 380

The castaways gathered around the worktable for the all too usual breakfast of alfalfa and potatoes, in various proportions.

“So,” Mark said, “I’m thinking that, over the next couple of days, we start migrating food for the trip over to the trailer. The food packs and stuff.”

“I’m not talking to you,” Dragonfly announced, out of the blue.

Mark twitched. “What? Why not?”

“You mentioned food.” The changeling, after an effort that might be called heroic if ancient legends ever told tales of epic accomplishments in the realm of disgusting things, had produced enough rope and patches to weave the cables required for the heavy-duty rover harness that would carry the jumbo batteries. She’d spent the previous day sick as a dog, and this morning she held one of the hab’s two magic batteries in a full-body hug and hissed at anyone who came too close.

Mark shrugged. “Anyway, how should we do it? We’ve got the last hay harvest a week from now, and that needs to go in the back to be used last thing before launch.” He looked at Cherry Berry. “It’s your ship. What do you think?”

“I’m not talking to you either,” Cherry Berry said.

“What?? Dragonfly I can understand, but why you?” Mark asked.

“I just worked it out last night,” Cherry said. “With the booster system we could have re-launched our ship. With new batteries we could have powered engines, used Sparkle Drive on low power. We would be on the way to Earth right now, if you hadn’t had us cut the engine room off the ship.”

Mark sighed. “Cherry,” he said, “the ship was compromised. The engine room had a huge hole in it. Half the outer skin was missing, and we ripped the rest off so we could salvage your cooling system for the farm. Your ship was never going to fly again, even if we’d thought of the booster system before we cut the tail off.”

Cherry Berry looked at Starlight Glimmer. “Starlight, tell the ship-destroying ape what the words ‘not talking to you’ mean.”

Starlight waved off this duty with both forehooves. “Oh, no,” she said. “I’m not getting in the middle of this one.”

The corner of Cherry’s mouth turned up. “So you’re not speaking to him, either?”

“I… um… buck!” Starlight blushed.

Mark rolled his eyes. “Spitfire?”

“If commander not talking to you,” Spitfire said, “I not talking to you neither.”

Fireball crunched his last flake of quartz and rumbled, “I’ll talk to you, Mark.”

Mark smiled. “Thank you, Fireball. I appreciate it.”

Fireball nodded. “You an idiot, Mark. Stupid. Complete dipstick. If you looked up in a rainstorm, you’d drown.”

“Never mind,” Mark grumbled, and ate a potato with slightly more disgust than usual, if that was possible.


[09:06] WATNEY: Venkat? Commander? Guys? You’re still talking to me, right?

[09:29] HERMES: What did you do now, Mark?

[09:33] JPL: What did you do now, Mark?

[09:55] WATNEY: I didn’t do anything! It’s just apparently all my guests woke up on the wrong side of the bunk this mor

[09:58] WATNEY: In stereo? Gee, thanks, guys. Your faith in me is touching. Never mind.

By the way, still no storm. Where’s the kaboom? There was supposed to be a Hab-shattering kaboom?

[10:21] HERMES: Sorry, Mark. Just a little joke.

[10:27] JPL: Don’t question gifts Mars gives you. The normal dust distribution is beginning to reassert itself, but no signs of any major wind or thick dust clouds. The sky should be properly pink again in a day or two. We’ll let you know if any storms come up anywhere on the planet. In the meantime, go sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done, whatever it was.

[14:11] WATNEY: I really didn’t do anything. And the Hab hasn’t got a corner.

[14:38] JPL: Improvise. You do it so well.

Author's Note:

Things I did today:

7 AM - Awaken
8:00 - Finish loading van, shower
8:30 - Feed cats, refill hummingbird feeder, wash dishes
9:15 - Depart
9:45 - Hardin County tax office, pay back property taxes on a quarter-share in two utterly worthless plots of land in a flood plain
10:00 - Mail packages
10:30 - Haircut
11:15 - Drive-thru brunch. Hit the highway for New Orleans
4:30 PM - Begin unloading van
5:30 - Park van in garage, return to work on setup, grab hotel gift shop sandwich for dinner
9:30 - Too tired to continue, leave booth to finish setup in the morning
10:00 - Arrive my hotel
11:00 - $1 tray of noodles eaten for supper, begin actually writing

That's why this is as it is.

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