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Robert McEllvy
Robert McEllvy had been dreaming. A beach, bright sun, and all the scantily clad young ladies his eyes could handle. The sweet taste of a froo-froo drink still lingered on his tongue. The only thing to mar this paradise was the subtle pain in his neck....well, that and the sudden explosion of noise. Metal grinding on metal and a distant warning alarm blurting.
"Shit", thought McEllvy as he popped his eye open to the real world and all of it's lackluster charms. He must have
dozed off in this recently refurbished storage shed. It was boring work waiting to catch one of those mystery noises that these new colonists seem to hear on the regular.
Another round of grinding sounds and that damn alarm solidified this as the real world and told him he had a job to do.
McEllvey had come to LV369 around four years ago and had quickly established himself as one of the best damn
environmental processor techs at DELVINIA colony. Sadly, that was four years ago and now every hab unit on the planet had upgraded to the newest self servicing enviro-kits. Thank you Weyland-Yutani.
At this point it didn't matter who did what and who got left behind by the march of progress. There was a compressor in this old hut that was about to tork itself to death. McEllvy followed the sound into the belly of the old prefabricated structure. When the first colonists had come to LV369 they had been preceded by a series of drop ships and construction bots. The bots would scrap the ships and use them to build the first structures. The first steps in the new "Shake and Bake" type settlements. Time passes and upgrades are made. Older systems get scrapped or integrated into the new ones. McEllvy had kept up with these advances until he himself was made obsolete. Now, as he worked his way toward the sounds of this fossil of a compressor trying to give up the ghost he is distracted by a gap in the unit's outer shell. Big enough to see a wide swath of blue sky streaked with five or six white trails. looking up made his neck hurt again and this noise was splitting is skull. He remembered getting the alert about the meteor shower this morning. Maybe later he would go rock hunting. If the miners don't get there first. He would have been done by now if he hadn't fallen asleep. He wouldn't have fallen asleep if he had not drank so much. On top of everything else, he was hungry. Well he thought he was hungry. Maybe it was just gas.
The siren was now a loud reminded that he didn't have much time.
McEllvy finally reached the source of all the commotion. A large hole was blasted in the side of the access hall and the side of the main compressor unit was buckled in. This was the cause of the grinding. All he needed to do was shut the unit down, hammer out the dent and reset the belt. Easy Peasy. Maybe when he finished he would go see the doc. His neck was killing him and his gut was doing the jitterbug. No time for that, if he was going to get that alarm to shut up he was going to have to fix that compressor. As he started removing the damaged cover from the unit he was struck with another cramp in his gut and a nearly tactile wave of deja vu.
He could remember bringing his tool kit with him, but it was already here. Did he just set it down or, was that before?
He looked back to the hole in the wall, the light from outside flooding in and.....and what?
Did the edge of that hole look melted? Not like it would be from the meteor strike. Why did he assume it was a meteor?
"Because you saw the damn thing" he thought to himself. Had he? No, he had been thinking of ......had he? Another cramp, this one bad enough to double him over. He had been dropped to his knees by the pain, looking down at his belly. He had never been a super fit man but even to him his gut looked distended.
More pain, damn this was bad. If his appendix burst down here.......
He looked up from his now pulsating stomach. Across the room, on the edge of the natural light, was an egg....it was open.....it was empty.
Robert McEllvy
Robert McEllvy had been dreaming. A beach, bright sun, and all the scantily clad young ladies his eyes could handle. The sweet taste of a froo-froo drink still lingered on his tongue. The only thing to mar this paradise was the subtle pain in his neck....well, that and the sudden explosion of noise. Metal grinding on metal and a distant warning alarm blurting.
"Shit", thought McEllvy as he popped his eye open to the real world and all of it's lackluster charms. He must have
dozed off in this recently refurbished storage shed. It was boring work waiting to catch one of those mystery noises that these new colonists seem to hear on the regular.
Another round of grinding sounds and that damn alarm solidified this as the real world and told him he had a job to do.
McEllvey had come to LV369 around four years ago and had quickly established himself as one of the best damn
environmental processor techs at DELVINIA colony. Sadly, that was four years ago and now every hab unit on the planet had upgraded to the newest self servicing enviro-kits. Thank you Weyland-Yutani.
At this point it didn't matter who did what and who got left behind by the march of progress. There was a compressor in this old hut that was about to tork itself to death. McEllvy followed the sound into the belly of the old prefabricated structure. When the first colonists had come to LV369 they had been preceded by a series of drop ships and construction bots. The bots would scrap the ships and use them to build the first structures. The first steps in the new "Shake and Bake" type settlements. Time passes and upgrades are made. Older systems get scrapped or integrated into the new ones. McEllvy had kept up with these advances until he himself was made obsolete. Now, as he worked his way toward the sounds of this fossil of a compressor trying to give up the ghost he is distracted by a gap in the unit's outer shell. Big enough to see a wide swath of blue sky streaked with five or six white trails. looking up made his neck hurt again and this noise was splitting is skull. He remembered getting the alert about the meteor shower this morning. Maybe later he would go rock hunting. If the miners don't get there first. He would have been done by now if he hadn't fallen asleep. He wouldn't have fallen asleep if he had not drank so much. On top of everything else, he was hungry. Well he thought he was hungry. Maybe it was just gas.
The siren was now a loud reminded that he didn't have much time.
McEllvy finally reached the source of all the commotion. A large hole was blasted in the side of the access hall and the side of the main compressor unit was buckled in. This was the cause of the grinding. All he needed to do was shut the unit down, hammer out the dent and reset the belt. Easy Peasy. Maybe when he finished he would go see the doc. His neck was killing him and his gut was doing the jitterbug. No time for that, if he was going to get that alarm to shut up he was going to have to fix that compressor. As he started removing the damaged cover from the unit he was struck with another cramp in his gut and a nearly tactile wave of deja vu.
He could remember bringing his tool kit with him, but it was already here. Did he just set it down or, was that before?
He looked back to the hole in the wall, the light from outside flooding in and.....and what?
Did the edge of that hole look melted? Not like it would be from the meteor strike. Why did he assume it was a meteor?
"Because you saw the damn thing" he thought to himself. Had he? No, he had been thinking of ......had he? Another cramp, this one bad enough to double him over. He had been dropped to his knees by the pain, looking down at his belly. He had never been a super fit man but even to him his gut looked distended.
More pain, damn this was bad. If his appendix burst down here.......
He looked up from his now pulsating stomach. Across the room, on the edge of the natural light, was an egg....it was open.....it was empty.