Its Been 9 days since we arrived here, 9 long days. Its kind of a blur what happened on that ship, but I distinctly remember the sound of tearing metal and and explosions hundreds of feet away, it was terrifying but its the past now so I need to move on.
I remember trying to find my boyfriend, Nathan, me and him were in the same squadron. I am or I don't know was marine along with 4 other men, and then there was Nathan, the team's medic. I love him. After minutes of throwing up and stumbling, I found him in the armory, throwing up, seemingly sick from cryostasis. The both of us quickly searched for our squadrons belongings and began to put on our power armor, specially designed for long, under-the-radar missions. After, the both of us hurried to the remaning escape pods and jumped in, shot into the unknown.
A few minutes and many lustful moments later we skimmed the side of a mountain and broke through a thick layer of ice covering an ocean.
Not an hour later and minutes between each other, Nathan spotted three pods in the sky. One into the mountain above, another into a large snow pile, buried under six or seven feet of snow and the third burnt up in the atmosphere after spinning out of control, the only remains still heated in ice.
Believe it or not we managed to screw our survival chances and land on an ice sheet, with mountains piercing hundreds of feet above the ice.
It took us a night of sleep to realize that we needed to get into one of the mountains surrounding us for shelter. The temperature during the night fell to -43 degrees, and if it wasn't for the power armor we all had, we'd be dead. Around day three or four of being on this fucking Hoth planet, we made a small, but suitable environment inside the mountain for us to live in.
Its. . its so cold, tonight its going to be nearly -107 degrees outside, and inside right now a staggering 27 degrees. Earlier today we managed to build a makeshift comms system, and traded what extra steel and slate bricks we had for about seven or eight rations of food and water, a few pieces of paper and some pencils.
Nathan used two pieces to write out symptoms we might experience while we're here. He used the other piece one and drew me a picture of a rose. . I loved him so much.
I remember trying to find my boyfriend, Nathan, me and him were in the same squadron. I am or I don't know was marine along with 4 other men, and then there was Nathan, the team's medic. I love him. After minutes of throwing up and stumbling, I found him in the armory, throwing up, seemingly sick from cryostasis. The both of us quickly searched for our squadrons belongings and began to put on our power armor, specially designed for long, under-the-radar missions. After, the both of us hurried to the remaning escape pods and jumped in, shot into the unknown.
A few minutes and many lustful moments later we skimmed the side of a mountain and broke through a thick layer of ice covering an ocean.
Not an hour later and minutes between each other, Nathan spotted three pods in the sky. One into the mountain above, another into a large snow pile, buried under six or seven feet of snow and the third burnt up in the atmosphere after spinning out of control, the only remains still heated in ice.
Believe it or not we managed to screw our survival chances and land on an ice sheet, with mountains piercing hundreds of feet above the ice.
It took us a night of sleep to realize that we needed to get into one of the mountains surrounding us for shelter. The temperature during the night fell to -43 degrees, and if it wasn't for the power armor we all had, we'd be dead. Around day three or four of being on this fucking Hoth planet, we made a small, but suitable environment inside the mountain for us to live in.
Its. . its so cold, tonight its going to be nearly -107 degrees outside, and inside right now a staggering 27 degrees. Earlier today we managed to build a makeshift comms system, and traded what extra steel and slate bricks we had for about seven or eight rations of food and water, a few pieces of paper and some pencils.
Nathan used two pieces to write out symptoms we might experience while we're here. He used the other piece one and drew me a picture of a rose. . I loved him so much.
sorry cx
I love to ponder on these types of things!