Pink Midst: Part 1
USM Valor. 2508.
Aegis VII system. 0910 hours Normal Time
Habitability Deck 5A
Amongst the crew deck's flickering lighting, a spark sizzled through the air, followed by three more. The sparks grew in intensity, and their mysterious origin revealed itself when a ball of energy grew among the sparks and eventual arms of streaking electricity.
From the ball popped into existence a pink equine, and as she plopped onto the empty deck, the ball behind her collapsed and shrank into oblivion.
Pinkie Pie dusted herself off, mind racing with questions. Where am i? (Gasp) I'm on an alien ship, aren't I? Oh my Celestia! I'm going to throw a big, huge, super-stupendous party for them! What were they called? Humans? And why is their ship so drab? Its just gray, white, and blue. No pink ANYWHERE!
She hopped about, undisturbed by the emptyness of the halls or the haunting silence. She came across sore stick-out amongst the sea of metal grey and luminescent blue. It was a poster written in Equestrian with what Pinkie Pie assumed to be a robot printed on it.
The poster had some sort of thick red liquid splashed on some of the corners, but Pinkie Pie concluded that one of the aliens must have splashed on some cherrichanga sauce during a food fight or something.
That robot seems way too similar to the image Lyra showed us back in the lab. The robot has hands and fingers like a monkey's and it's standing up on only two legs, just like Lyra said they would. It must be one of the Humans! But where is everypony?
With a rough tug, Pinkie yanked off the poster with a hoof and wandered off, trying to discover any new friends she could make.
USM Valor. 2508.
Aegis VII system. 0910 hours Normal Time
Outside Stasis Bay C
Outside the beshodden entrance of the stasis bay were numerous bodies, blood stains, and hundreds of shell casings, ranging in designation from Divet slugs to Seeker rounds. The bulkhead of the entrance, glowing with a faint red outline and holo-projecting the words "LOCKED", dramatically parted. The hydraulic vents near the door expelled a red cloud, which expressed much about how many and what inhabitants were in the ventilation ducts polluting the air with blood, gore particles, and who-knows-what.
The left bulkhead jammed on a severed arm, and repeatedly crushed it into the nook of its sliding mechanism. Out walked an individual, wearing nothing other than boots, BDU combat pants, and an olive-drab shirt, stenciled in Ahn, Joon. In his BDU pants, his pocket bulged with a full capacity Pulse Rifle magazine, and he readied a freshly-reloaded Pulse Rifle as he walked into the hallways. In his left hand, in conjunction with handling the handguard of his Pulse Rifle was a bloodied pRIG (or personal RIG), its electronics and wiring frayed roughly where they would normally have to be fused into the human spine in surgery.
He kept a wary eye towards any open vents, and turned onto a path. He wasn't going to survive any of this with just his fatigues, boots, and a pair of skivvies. He needed his Marine-standard issue RIG. And guns....lots of them.
The vid-screens that surrounded him along the pathway blared out an emergency broadcast, and alongside a siren, the broadcast looped:
"This is Commander Cadigan! We have hostiles on board! This is NOT a drill! Hostiles are alien, repeat, ALIEN and extremely dangerous! All personnel have weapons ready and fire at will!"
He would have to report to Cadigan eventually. Ol' Cadigan was always the "man with the plan".
But Joon drifted off towards a direction that would lead to the Habitability Deck. He needed to get something personal from his locker. Joon vaguely thought, Gotta honor the dead and their promises somehow.
He quickly surveyed the dynamic shadows as he hurried towards his destination. He heard faint voices behind him, although no one alive was anywhere near him. Among the fugue was a female voice that clung in his mind, infiltrating its emotions and thoughts until it was entrenched into his conscience. Whispering in his ear of what he had done to her....
The voices followed him where ever he went, and they became distinct enough to hear what they were saying, or better yet, singing. The words of a Unitologist hymn that he hadn't heard since his childhood echoed through the halls, and among the echoes, a female, betrayed and left to decay alone.
Make
Us
Whole
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Will read later.
Will read now.
ch needs to be 1000 or more how it got pass i will never know
1400236
Lol, silly person. The first chapter is 2000 words long.
By the form of punctuation you use, you either didn't get sleep last night, or you're just a troll.
I'll accept the former
and ignore the latter.
MOAR GOD PLEASE MOAR
Really awesome!
There is one error I spotted.
1. The Aegis VII incident happened in 2508 not 2507.
Also the apparition Joon is seeing intrigues me because you usually only see dead loved ones, I wonder what connection Anne has with Joon?
1400288 its 741 words not 2000
YAY! A non-Issac POV!
1401475
Only the first chapter has to be 1,000 minimum.
1401090
Really? DANG IT DEAD SPACE WIKI! YOU LIED!!!!
1401475
I don't really see what's the problem. Only the first chapter needs to be 1000 words. And all three chapters were basically one BIG chapter, so the first chapter was technically over 6000 words long.
So yeah. If you got a problem, tell knighty. He was the one who approved it.
1405161
I checked the wiki to notice that!
1405181
But it says 2507 here
http://deadspace.wikia.com/wiki/Dead_Space
1405214
Haha, continuty errors on the wiki. I don't even know which is correct right now.
On here: Dead Space Wiki, it says Isaac went there in 2508.
I will go check it out on my copy of the game later.
1405236
K fixed it. Thank you for the help!
1401090
Crap. I wasn't suppose to emphasize her first name in the first few chapters, only until later. Sorry I had to edit that part out.
Just forget that whole thing ever happened please!
He misunderstood the voice. It wasn't saying 'make us whole' it was saying 'make a show'. Him and Pinkie need to put on the best performance ever!
IS BAD TIME FOR PINKIE PIE! But big Human man will protect her... Humans smash puny necromorphs! RAAAAAAAAAGH!
Now if only there was a good Star Wars fic that the author doesn't drop... and involves the Sith.
Uh oh.
The alert message said 'Hostile Alien'
So how do you think they would react to a pink horse-creature?
Be careful Pinkie!
1411330
Can't you just imagine Joon swimming through a pool of gore with such an upbeat toon?
And don't worry. I don't plan on doing anymore 4th wall jokes.
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Thanks guys for the wonderful feedback!
Hope you guys get all the references I dropped in the story
There gonna subtly pop up every now and then!
And if you guys read up on some Dead Space canon references in the story that confuse you (like Cadigan and anything else) feel free to look them up on the wiki!
1411046
Come on. Doctor Who- I mean...Whooves, has gone through worse.
Transporting a pink pony across the universe onto a ship about to encounter zombie/aliens can't be that bad. It'll only result in some mental scarring and a REALLY tragic ending....
1411461
They could try....but I don't think the Marker will let them...
it's just jelly.
1399872
So...what did you think?
Honestly, this fic is pretty good so far. I really want to see what you have planned next.
1416307
Thank you!
I'll try not to disappoint you guys!
Oh noes, wut if Joon tries to shoot Pinkie?!