Engelska Uppsats
Så jag skrev då en uppsats till engelskan. Jag har då rätt tydliga influenser ifrån bland annat Warhammer40k, StarWars, StarTrek, Doom och Alien. Har även ett halvt bibliotek hemma som omfattar ca. 2000 böcker inom genren Science Fiction. Och läraren kommer sedan och säger till mig att han aldrig läst något liknande. Att det var ett självklart MvG. Problemet var dock att han trodde jag kopierat den rakt av från någon bok eller internet. Och att bara för att han misstänkte det så skulle jag inte få något betyg alls i engelska. Rättvist, eller hur? Döm själva vad ni tycker, själv har jag nog läst mer engelsk språkig sci-fi det senaste 2 åren än vad läraren gjort dom senaste tjugo...
Captains Log, Stardate 07/13, Year 2187, Time: 1329
The alarm sounded. Something (or someone) had escaped from the laboratories in the rear end of the great Starship SS Blitkrieg.
- Captain, your orders?
- Seal all doors to the affected areas.
- But sir, we do still have scien-..
- SEAL THOSE DOORS, PRIVATE!
- Yes, sir.
The private, working on his computer, sealed all the doors, trapping the remaining scientists in the Medical Bay EB-37. The alarm soon stopped ringing, and the crew on deck let out a sigh of relief.
- Crewmen, ready your guns. We can still not gurantee that whatever has escaped from our labs is still in there. It might bei n this very room right now.
- Sir, yes, sir.
They stood attention and replied in chorus to their captain. Captain Berett looked out over the work stations, his crew now heavily decimated in numbers. Diseases, wounds and broken limbs had flourished and left most of his crew in the noew sealed medical bay. His thoughts wandered of to the battle of Argus, the planet which they were now retreating from. They had failed their orbital assault, their ship heavily battered by the planets anti-space defensive systems. And if that wasnt enough. Now theyve got something, or someone, roaming his ship, possibly being a lethal threat. He sighed once more before he closed off the uplink to his log recorder.
Medical Bay Log, Stardate 07/13, Year 2187, Time: 1327 (2 minutes earlier)
- This is lead Researcher Stephen talking. Please evacuate Medical Bay EB-37. I repeat, evacuate Medical Bay EB-37.
The voice echoed through the empty hallways, bodies littered around the floor. Something was slithering between the corpses, creeping in under their safety suits, only to rip the bodies apart within moments. Blood splattered over the floor and the walls as the bodies were torn and emptied.
A man suddenly rose, and ran away from the creature that had killed the other members of the crew. The man had the clothes of a security guard, a lightweight handgun hanging from a strap around his waist. He had completely forgotten it. His only thought was to get away.
The creature began pursuing the guard and aught up with him right before the sealed doors to the medical bay. Through the safety glad in the door he saw a few of the surviving crew members. A terrified look in his eyes, as he realized he wouldnt survive. His face wrinkled in excruciating pain, and he sunk to the floor with something resembling a tentacle impaling his chest. His body shook, then literally exploded in blood and raw, human meat. Blood covered the door as the creature dug in, devouring the last essence of recognizable humanity in the corpse.
The survivors who had witnessed it through the safety glass cried, vomited and some even fainted. A female scientist was leaning against the door, not revealing her emotions. Instead, she whispered through the door, not expecting anyone to listen.
- Petrov
Rest in peace, my love.
A war scarred sergeant walked up to the woman and laid his left hand on her shoulder. She rose up from her position, startled by his touch.
- Dont you dare touching me, she snapped at the sergeant.
- My apologies miss. But we have to go. We cant remain here if we wish to survive.
- Yes
you
Youre right. Im sorry, lets go.
She took the lead, and the remaining 23 survivors out of the 400 crew members that had been hospitalized slowly made their way to the commanders deck. Little did they know about the shadow that lurked above them in the air tunnels.
Captains Log, Stardate 07/13, Year 2187, Time: 1340
- Sir, weve got a few complications.
- What is it now, Private Homanop?
- It
It seems there is some survivors from the medical bay, sir.
- Survivors? How many?
- 23, sir.
- And where are they now?
- Theyre passing through the Mechanical Repairs as we speak. We are attempting to establish a communication link with them right now, sir.
- Good, return to your duties, private.
- Yes, sir.
Private Homanop hurried back to his position in the far back of the commanding deck, continuing with his attempts to establish an uplink with the communications network. During their assault on Argus, the relay station supporting their Internal Communication had been damaged. Mechanics had attempted to repair the relay several times, but made little progress. At least the security cameras still worked. For now, the private thought to himself.
Captain Berett played with his army knife, letting it wander between his gloves fingers, revealing how much training and effort hed put down in mastering the combat knife. The heavy object seemed to weigh a lot less then its unrealistic 24 pounds of weight. Made from heavy, durable titanium, the combat knife could even pose a threat to the toughest and heaviest of armors. It was also the captains weapon of choice. In front of him a screen lit up. The video transfer had been completed and he now had a clear view of the survivors through the security cameras.
- My
Sergeant Adams is in the group of survivors. It seems we do at least have ONE man capable handling the situation down there
He was not speaking to himself, but to the silent person standing to his right. Inquisitor Fuklaw did not answer. He almost never did. Normally he just nodded in response to his commander, Captain Berett, and fulfilled his duty to the Imperium of man.
Fuklaw. I want you to meet up with our survivors if they have any chance of making it past the mechanical bay.
Inquisitor Fuklaw nodded then walked away, leaving the commanding deck through a door directly behind Private Homanops work station. A chill wandered down Homanops spine as the inquisitor passed. Private Homanop looked away from his assigned work station, staring at the door which the inquisitor had just gone through. He shouldnt have looked away, because in that very moment, a dark shadow passed across his screen. The creature had passed over his security camera. If he hadnt looked away, he mightve been able to warn the survivors.
They might have had a chance.
Mechanical Bay Log, Stardate 07/13, Year 2187, Time: 1347
Slowly the survivors made their way through the service rooms in the mechanical bay, rifling through the stashes and work benches, attempting to aquire any kind of weaponry to defend themselves with, or at least slow down the creature enough for the captain of the ship to bolster their defences and finish of the creature before it got a chance to reproduce.
Sergeant Adams had found himself one of the chainswods which had just gone through repairs after the battle. A rifle rested against his hip, loaded and ready to spew fire and death. He analyzed the poorly armed survivors, most of them without any real combat training or experience. A horrifying scream broke the silence, as the creature attacked. He reacted instinctively and charged at the creature, as the person it had caught was ripped apart and more blood splattered over the sergeant. He ignored the human blood and slashed at the creature. Too slow, he thought, as the creature dodged the blade.
- Oi, you! Bloody tentacle kid, get away from us! He yelled and taunted the creature.
The creature hesitated, then dove at him again, the sharp fangs and claws gleaming in the dampened lightning in the tunnel. Tun for your lives, people, RUN! Ill keep this mutant busy for a while! He yelled back at the survivors.
- You heard him, run! The female scientist who had lost her husband motioned the survivors, driving them on to continue.
But suddenly, the creature hissed and retreated, disappearing in one of the air vents.
- What in the world
Why did it retre- The sergeants voice died out, as a gunshot was heard and his head suddenly exploded in a pink cloud of blood, brain substance and skull fragments.
The survivors screamed in horror, terrified at what happened before them. As one they turned in the direction from where the gunshot had been fired. A door had opened up in the other side of the tunnel, and Inquisitor Fuklaw had entered. He held his heavy bolt action gun aimed at the crew, an evil smirk on his face.
Youre impure. You must hereby be cleansed in the name of the inquisition. The Imperium Thank You for your loyal service, but youre hereby dismissed from service. The words echoed through the collective mind of the survivors. It was Fuklaws voice. It was his only way of communication. Telepathy.
The crowd went silent, stunned by the fact that they where going to die, not by the hands of an alien creature, but at the hand of the Imperium. The Imperium which they had served their whole life. A man sighed and fell to his knees.
- Finish it
I cant bear this any more, he mumbled and stared at the floor.
Fuklaw grinned and let his gun sing, a song of death. Men and women alike fell to the floor, dead the moment the bullets from the inquisitor gun struck their body. The Inquisitor didnt notice any recoil, didnt reveal any emotions. He only grinned as he carried out his duty to the imperium. The gun clicked. The clip was empty. All of the 23 survivors were dead. Littered a cross the floor in the mechanical bay. They didnt make it any further.
Come, death, come
Fuklaw hummed to himself, before returning to the commanding deck. The creature stayed, engorging itself in the feast of blood and human meat. Here it could grow. It setteled down and a grim parody of a human smile played over its face.
Captains Log, Stardate 07/13, Year 2187, Time: 1351
The Captain did not reveal any sign of regret as he witnessed the death of the last survivors. Neither did any of the crew members on deck. As Inquisitor Fuklaw returned, no one looked up from their work stations, not even Private Homanop. They all knew it had to be done. They couldnt risk any spread of the mutation. They didnt want any more of the creatures now engorging itself with blood in the mechanical bay. The ship continued back on its route to the heart of the Imperium of Man.
The great planet of mankind, Tellus, was on its way to the apocalypse. Its doom was approaching. [/center]
Det har jag ingen aning om. Dock hller jag på att skriva flertalet nya uppsatser nu för att bevisa att jag förtjänar det MvG han sa att han kunde ha gett mig.
Idioten måste ju kunna bevisa sitt påstående för att kunna dra bort betyget?
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