While remaining firmly unconscious and strapped in with their harnesses, the new crew were about to land on the new Mars colony. The shuttle rattled as it pierced the upper atmospheres and it’s thrusters burned white hot as it headed for the beaconed pad. Those who were napping were abruptly woken.
“So how long you here for?” asked a unfamiliar voice noting his waking neighbour.
“…huh?” murmured Bret. Slowly aware, regaining conciousness.
“How longs your stretch?” re-acquired the voice.
“…Oh?…uh…I’m moving here.” Mumbled a still croaky Bret, trying to ease his tired headache with his palm. His one free eye glanced over to the opposite side to focus wearily over to the person who was annoying him.
“Ah career man are ya.’” The antagonizing voice continued. “Me I’m only here a year…got lucky in the work lotto…names Daniel, just call me Dan.”
The entire shuttle jolted, shunting everybody in their harnesses.
“So what you doin’ here career man?” Dan persisted, as the computer alerted to every to remain in the shuttle while the hanger re-compressed.
“I’m the new security officer.” All of the harnesses lifted, freeing the crew. “Hopefully I’ll last longer than the last one.” Bret added.
“Oh?” Dan inquired.
“I’m gonna try not take a fire axe to the head like they did.” Bret smirked towards a now uneased Dan, as both headed towards the shuttle ramp.
Laura Steel © 2014