Auman
13-10-2006, 07:45
Canned laughter bellowed from the Television, a single vertical line was in the center of the screen. A sitcom, played far too loud for Earl's wife to handle. Irene was toiling in the kitchen, scrubbing plates with a brillo pad, the dishwasher was broken.
Earl, leaned far back in his recliner, took a huge gulp of beer. The light of the TV illuminated the dark room.
'What you want, Chuck?' demanded Earl, his dog had his head perched on the arm of the chair, looking at him hungrily. Irene sighed deeply as she noticed her husband hadn't fed the dog and went to fill his bowl with kibble.
The sitcom went to commercial. Earl breathed in sharply and stood up. His tank top was stained yellow, there hadn't been a supply shipment in a few months, he didn't know why...stuff just hadn't been showing up on time.
Earl sauntered to the kitchen to join Irene, he said nothing. He stood, braced against the counter, sipping his beer.
'So uh...What's for dinner?" said Earl.
'Rice.' stated Irene flatly.
Earl rolled his eyes and went back to the living room. Rice, god damned rice again...The dog was probably eating better than them by this point.
Earl turned the TV up as loud as it could go, a look of utter disappointment on his stubbly face.
'Moon Base Zero, this is the AuBSD Minotaur, copy?' squawked the radio, which went unnoticed in this story, somehow, was at the very back of what Captain Earland Renaulte of the Aumanii Fleet converted into his living room.
Earl jumped to his feet and dashed to answer the radio, determined to find out why those shipments hadn't been sent.
'Yeah, I'm here...where the fuck have my supplies been?' growled Earl.
'Moon Base Zero has been reactivated. Stand-by for deployment.' the radio buzzed.
Earl was shocked. The Fleet ditched him to tend the facility twenty years ago and showed absolutely no interest in it since. Earl rushed to his bedroom and hastily put on his dress uniform...
Troop Ships descended to the surface, unloading personnel after landing in sealed docking bays.
An entire Battlespace Domination Task Force, headed by the Minotaur, were overhead, menacing sight they were above the grim satellite, Luna.
Earl scrambled at a complex looking control panel, activating reactors, air conditioning units and assorted other menial systems.
'Oh boy...' was the only thing Earl could say as he feared a reprimand for failing at his duties...he hadn't checked on any of these systems in 13 years...
Earl, leaned far back in his recliner, took a huge gulp of beer. The light of the TV illuminated the dark room.
'What you want, Chuck?' demanded Earl, his dog had his head perched on the arm of the chair, looking at him hungrily. Irene sighed deeply as she noticed her husband hadn't fed the dog and went to fill his bowl with kibble.
The sitcom went to commercial. Earl breathed in sharply and stood up. His tank top was stained yellow, there hadn't been a supply shipment in a few months, he didn't know why...stuff just hadn't been showing up on time.
Earl sauntered to the kitchen to join Irene, he said nothing. He stood, braced against the counter, sipping his beer.
'So uh...What's for dinner?" said Earl.
'Rice.' stated Irene flatly.
Earl rolled his eyes and went back to the living room. Rice, god damned rice again...The dog was probably eating better than them by this point.
Earl turned the TV up as loud as it could go, a look of utter disappointment on his stubbly face.
'Moon Base Zero, this is the AuBSD Minotaur, copy?' squawked the radio, which went unnoticed in this story, somehow, was at the very back of what Captain Earland Renaulte of the Aumanii Fleet converted into his living room.
Earl jumped to his feet and dashed to answer the radio, determined to find out why those shipments hadn't been sent.
'Yeah, I'm here...where the fuck have my supplies been?' growled Earl.
'Moon Base Zero has been reactivated. Stand-by for deployment.' the radio buzzed.
Earl was shocked. The Fleet ditched him to tend the facility twenty years ago and showed absolutely no interest in it since. Earl rushed to his bedroom and hastily put on his dress uniform...
Troop Ships descended to the surface, unloading personnel after landing in sealed docking bays.
An entire Battlespace Domination Task Force, headed by the Minotaur, were overhead, menacing sight they were above the grim satellite, Luna.
Earl scrambled at a complex looking control panel, activating reactors, air conditioning units and assorted other menial systems.
'Oh boy...' was the only thing Earl could say as he feared a reprimand for failing at his duties...he hadn't checked on any of these systems in 13 years...