Another Destiny

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This technically doesn't belong here, but it isn't something that warrants an entirely new thread and this thread is about the most appropriate place to post this.

At one point, I was a member of a crossover RPG site.....I can't remember, but it might have even been Another Destiny. In any case, I decided to join as a Zerg Drone from StarCraft. If you're surprised by that, you're not the only one; when I applied, it ended up sparking a minor debate at the time. In any event, I wasn't there long and I only made like two posts or so, both of which are sadly lost to history...well, almost.

You see, around the time I wanted to write my first post, I was on vacation after finishing most of my final exams. I decided to use the spare time I had to write a draft of my first post on paper. But I had to temporarily leave for home, since I still had one more exam to do; I took the notebook I wrote the draft in with me. I finished the exam and went back to rejoin my parents at the seaside resort we were staying....but I forgot the notebook at home. -_- As a result, I basically ended up retyping the same thing from scratch on the computer that was in the hotel lobby....which also meant that I didn't save the post on my computer, so now the actual posted RP is gone along with the site.

Anyway, this site and especially this thread brought back memories of my previous RP days. At first, I checked the old files I have on my computer for the posts I made as Zerg Drone, but then I remembered why I didn't have them saved....and then I remembered the original draft I made. Out of sheer curiosity, I searched the house for the notebook I wrote it in and, lo and behold, I actually managed to find it! So just for some laughs, here is the original draft, unchanged aside from a few spelling and grammar fixes:

Tarsonis. The home world of the Terrans and the capital of their dominion. The mystical blue planet slowly made its way through the tranquility of space as it traveled around its designated path around the sun. Although a part of the planet was covered in darkness, the edges were illuminated by strong sunlight. Overall, the sight strongly resembled a solar eclipse. It was this scene that was observed by a young pilot as he approached Tarsonis. The operator of the large military cargo vessel carefully navigated the ship as he smoked a cigarette of a cheap brand. He was well used to transporting cargo from Tarsonis to the outlying military outposts and vice-versa.

Nevertheless, that specific journey made him feel very uneasy. The ship was temporarily occupied by a unit of Ghosts, highly trained soldiers with psychically-attuned abilities. Just prior to the landing process, they took control of the vessel and made the pilot well aware that the cargo he was transporting was highly confidential and that he was on a "need-to-know" basis. Usually, the trained spaceman wanted to have knowledge of what he was carrying around. But given the mysterious nature of Ghosts and the amount of authority they had, he felt he didn't really want to know what the load contained. Still, this did not stop him from complaining about its weight. Despite the fact that the vessel was able to carry large amounts of material, the mystical troops had succeeded in overloading the ship well beyond its maximum capacity. The unit commander told him to proceed regardless, but this did nothing to calm his fears that the engines might falter due to excessive strain. And if that didn't make the situation alarming enough, the pilot could have sworn he heard a terrible screech somewhere on board.

His trail of thought was interrupted by a radio transmission which he received as the ship approached the orbital platforms. Since these served as the planet's defences, it wasn't surprising when a determined voice emitted from the speaker: "This is the Tarsonis Defence Center. Please identify yourself." Picking up the microphone, the navigator responded to the call: "This is the cargo ship Ramesses II, registration number 1337R38U."

After a few moments of silence. the man on the other side spoke again: "State your business on Tarsonis."

"We've been tasked with carrying an important shipment to Tarsonis." That was the standard procedure every incoming ship to Tarsonis had to follow unless it wanted to be fired upon. But with the large amount of refugee ships that came to Tarsonis in those days, it was kept simple. After a few more moments, another response came: "Alright. Everything seems to be in order. Have a pleasant stay on Tarsonis."

With the words "Ramesses II, out!", the Terran space pilot ended the conversation. As his ship clamly passed the defence platforms, the spaceman felt relieved. The trip which was demanding on both his nerves and his ship was nearly over. He promised that as soon as the transporter would land in port, he would get himself a bear and get his ship an extra pair of engines. If the government officials planned on continuing to be as demanding, they owed him that much. With that set in his mind, he began the landing procedure. His first order of business was to decrease the ship's speed. Slowly, he reached for the engines lever...

A red light turned on. An alarm sound filled the cabin and was accompanied by a female-like voice: "Warning! Engines offline!" The pilot's hand froze in mid-air. His breath intensified. His eyes widened and his heart beat sped up. In a matter of seconds, his worst fears had come to realisation...and became worse. The engines shut down at a critical moment when the vessel was about to enter the atmosphere. Had the ship lost travel power in regular space, the navigator could have made it hover until help arrived. As such...it was doomed to a crash course. "Alert! Uncontrolled atmosphere entrance!" said the computer as the walls around the cabin began to shiver, signalling the transport's encounter with the air currents. In absolute desperation, the spaceman yelled into the microphone: "MAYDAY! MAYDAY! Ramesses II crashing down! MAYDAY!..." But it was too little, too late. Nothing could save him...

With great speed, unfitting for its size, the cargo vessel kept falling towards the surface. As flames began to engulf it, a trail formed behind it. From a distance, it strongly resembled a meteorite. Passing through the cover of clouds, the first signs of surface appeared in the form of a lush jungle. But the ship kept descending...With a large slam, the vessel crashed onto the planet's surface. But as hard as a blow that was, the results continued to unfold. Like a derailed train, the vessel travelled along the surface, regardless of the numerous obstacles. Even the strongest of trees broke like twigs as the iron mass continued its onslaught, taking all life that had resided on their branches. But the wonder of technology had to pay its price as well. Chunks of steel separated from the main mass and flew in various directions. One of the larger ones spat out of itself an electric box. The contraption didn't face the force any better than its former container and smashed into bits. Its content was released, which rolled a few times on the ground before it came to a standstill.

The remains of the member of the transport fleet could only defy the trees for so long. After being slowed down by natural life, its rampage finally ended. An unusual silence ensued. Among the ruins laid the contents of the electrical box....an unconscious purple creature, unaware of the events that occurred around it...