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Missing Pieces
An unusual event happens aboard a space ship called the Basilisk. An engineer finds himself in a situation he cannot even begin to understand.

[696 words]
Science Fiction
Ian Goodall
I am a person who likes to write stories about different worlds. I love reading and writing, especially Sci-Fi and Fantasy. I love learning about different worlds that don't really exist.
[May 2003]
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Missing Pieces
Ian Goodall

Miles away from any known planet or destination, the Basilisk, sister ship to the Tarantula is floating gravely across the wide and somewhat bare universe. This is its account of one event that changed some people’s perspective on what the universe actually is…

The darkened corridor was cold and wet. Eerie, and perhaps contained some horrific creature, like the ships captain. If not, something was beyond the small crevice that he found. He peered inside and turned on his flashlight. Nothing. Just a small gap wide enough for a monkey to fit through,
‘Jeez,’ he thought, ‘the ol’ captain is going to kill me’
He took his head from the hole and turned around. He could here a dripping noise, not from the hole but a bit further up from him. He began pacing in the direction of the noise. It became loader and started to sound more like a click than a drip. He turned his flashlight to full beam and something caught his eye in the corner of the glow. It was a liquid of some sort.
‘What the hell?’ he questioned quietly to himself.
He moved towards it, slowing down as he got closer to the substance. It was black, black bile from the body of an alien creature the size of Texas, or it was fuel, leaking from one of the pipes running from the tank to the engines. The latter explanation was taken and he pocketed his torch and pulled out a radio communicator.
A few seconds passed before he began punching in numbers. A low crackling sound was heard and then, he heard a voice on the other line,
‘Comma three zero four, alpha. We have you on our screen and are …’
He had accidentally tapped into the military communications link. He quickly pressed end and the radio went quite.
After a few more seconds of tinkering, the crackling noise came back and a voice was, again heard. This time saying,
‘Yep, what is it you want, engineer four?’
He replied,
‘I think we have a fuel leak in sector nine’
‘Negative, engineer four, there are no leaks present in that area’
‘You sure?’
‘All the pipes are working fine, over’
The crackling came back and the man put the radio away and drew out his light again and aimed it at the supposed leak. It was black all right and had a slight smell of fuel, perhaps alcohol.
‘This is fuel’ he thought, ‘it has to be’
He pocketed his flashlight and again brought out the radio and punched in some buttons. The feint crackling was heard and then a voice, just as all the previous times.
‘Okay, engineer four, what is it you have to report now’
The engineer could not reply, he had seen what was causing the leak. A pipe running down the wall was fractured but didn’t seem to be letting out any more fuel. He reported this,
‘There defiantly is a leak in sector nine’
‘I am sorry, but there isn’t, heh unless you are talking about the old sector nine, the one we detached a couple of days ago because it was faulty’
The engineer dropped the radio on the floor and pulled out his flashlight and flicked it on. The corridor did not seem to be disconnected in any way and the oxygen level was still high according to the information panel a few feet away from him.
He picked the radio up, looked at it for a moment and discovered the problem. It was set on “Future”. He turned the dial back to “Present” and heard crackling, then a voice,
‘Yes engineer four. Again you call?’
Confused the engineer turned the radio off. He looked at his badge. His badge had the answer. It said engineer six, not engineer four. So they must have got mixed up with what engineer he was.
A few moments passed and he began walking back down the corridor. He noticed a sign that read “You Will Die If You Live”.
‘Hmm, interesting’ he thought and continued on.
He approached the door and punched the button that read “Open” and it opened and he could see nothing. He turned his flashlight to the open door and saw only black.
‘What the hell?’
He stepped into the blackness and was never seen again.

The End



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May 2003

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