I am now going to write some stuff.

A crash shook the ship. A blaring warning siren followed. “ENTER THE NEAREST ESCAPE POD IMMEDIATELY!”, an automated voice screeched. The room was filled with screams as everybody rushed to save themselves.

I frantically shoved my way through the crowd to find an escape pod . I saw a glimpse of door just about to close a few feet to my right. I hurled my self through the door, barely getting my foot caught in the doorway. I pulled myself up and searched for the eject button. There it was, sitting on the left control panel. I quickly smacked it with my hand, and my pod was dropped from the ship, and began spiraling down to a rocky planet below. I pulled myself over to a porthole to see what was happening, only to see a cliff face flying towards me. There was a crash, and everything was black.

The rear command deck was filled with panicked voices. Wright yelled for everybody to calm down, but no one listened. Ethan Merrick, our main engineer slipped through the crowd and whispered something to Wright, just before disappearing back into the engine room. This was rather strange as the engineers never really worked in the engine room, they just stomped around the ship and yelled at people. Wright managed to get everybody to stay quiet, and explained that there was a slight engine failure, which would be fixed immediately. He said this with a worried voice, I knew something was wrong.

It’s been a while since the last story thing, but here’s part four.

A week has past since Wright called me in for chastisement. I have been really pushing it to try better. I’m not sure if it will make any difference, though. I was in the generator room, checking all the circuits, when a booming voice blasted from the speakers. “ALL PERSONNEL REPORT TO THE REAR COMMAND DECK. IMMEDIATELY.” There was only one reason they would call us there. The rear commander deck was were the escape pods were located. No time to waste, I got up and hurried to the rear.

“Mr. Timothy Bell. I have been reviewing your performance recently.”, Wright said as I entered the room. “I’m not too pleased with your recent performance. You still have a chance to redeem yourself. If you can pick up the slack throughout next week, I’ll overlook your failures.””Failures?”, I questioned.”Failures? Including, but not limited to: your several tardies, the broken navigational system, and the malfunctioning engines.” Those had happened several weeks ago, I think. But that didn’t seem to matter to him. “I would advise you to take this chance, Bell. You are dismissed.”
I hurried away to the generator room. If Wright wants me to work harder, that’s what I’ll do.

‘That’ll make my third tardy in row, maybe?’, I thought as I unscrewed the front panel of the main circuit board. All the breakers were in the correct place, so I moved on to the wiring. The downstairs lighting wire was a bit ripped, so I gave it a new covering. This was the same thing that happened everyday. It was so boring. I contemplated quitting before we left port about a week ago, but that wasn’t an option. I didn’t what to spend another month unemployed. “Hey, Tim.”, a voice from behind me said. It was Calvin Lucas, the ships main engineer and my friend since I started working for Atlas Shipping. “Wright needs you on deck.” he said. ‘What does he want this time’, I wondered as I stood up. I hurried to the command deck. It’s best not to be late twice a day.

That’ll be it for today. I plan on writing the next chapter this weekend.

This is a story that I “attempted” to write. I found it buried in my desk. I’ve decided to write here, while I’m thinking about it.

Ping! Ping! Piiiiiiiiing! The early morning wake up call jostled me from my sleep. I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision and started the daily routine: straighten the sheets, throw on some clothes, and get to the command deck. The rest of the crew was waiting in line. ‘Leave it to me to be the last again.’, I thought. Our captain, Paul Wright, was making notes in his log as he checked that we were all here. He dismissed us, and everybody headed towards their stations. I took a turn to my right and hurried towards the generator room, where I worked as the ship’s electrician. It was another day aboard the USS Legacy.

It’s not a lot, but it’s a start. I’ll have to look over my original story and see what happens next.

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