Set a Course for Planet Earth!

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follow peter on his adventure as a teenager living in space. peter decided to enrol in the summer space program, which sent him aboard the uss genesis, the same ship his uncle happened to be a security officer on. peter came expecting a fun month with his uncle, but that all changed when they were attacked by a fleet of... space pirates! i made this story as a project for school. i figured i would share it with you, and maybe one day it will be published!

Submitted: July 12, 2016

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Set a Course for Planet Earth

 

“Set a course for planet Earth!” I commanded my imaginary pilot. I was in the torpedo bay of the USS Genesis, sitting on the old, now unused captain’s chair.

When I was presented with the opportunity to spend my summer on a spaceship, I took it in a split-second. Of course I missed my family, but we were heading back to Earth in a few days. I would see them by the end of the week.

“Peter!” a gruff voice yelled. That would be my uncle. He’s the one who got me on this ship. “Stop playing captain! There’s a smuggler starcruiser incoming!”

“Like, space pirates?” I asked.

“Sure, space pirates,” he replied, “now get a suit on and hide in one of the torpedo pods! They won’t find you there!”

He tossed a spacesuit at me. I started putting it on.

“This oxygen should last you two hours at the most,” explained my uncle. He handed me two oxygen tanks and I strapped them onto my back. As I climbed into the torpedo pod, my uncle grabbed a laser gun and ran down the hallway leading to the cargo doors. I slammed the open hatch shut.

•••

It had been nearly an hour and a half since I had climbed into that pod. I could hear muffled shouts, and distant sirens. Every once in awhile I heard the sound of an explosion, followed by screams. All I cared about was that my uncle was alright. I had to go find him and help, I couldn’t just wait for something to happen. I was about to open the hatch when I heard the blaring noise of an alarm followed by these words.

“Launching torpedos in five seconds”

It took me a little while, but I realised that that meant I was about to be launched out of the ship and into the dark nothingness of space.

“Four seconds”

I was running out of time. I needed to figure out what to do.

“Three seconds”

I pulled at the hatch, trying to get it open, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Two seconds”

Now I remembered! I had to push it open, not pull it. I pushed will all the strength was still in me, but it remained shut.

“One second”

In a last attempt to get out, I smashed at the hatch, hoping that I could break it open. I didn’t even leave a scratch.

“Launching torpedos”

It was too late. I felt the chill of outer space as the door behind my head slowly opened. Then, a strong force pushed my feet, and I was launched into deep space. Nothing could be heard but a faint ringing in my ears from the alarm. I was three light years away from my home, floating freely without any means of getting back. I was terrified just by the idea of being left out here. Now I had to accept my fate. But I couldn’t. There had to be a way for me to get back. I was too far away from the Genesis, but the pirate ship was only a few meters away.

I started doing swimming motions, but they just caused me to spin around and get sick. I eventually came to a stop. I had an idea, but if it went wrong I could die a horrible death. If I let some of the air out of my tank, it may be able to boost me forwards. I spun around until I was facing the pirate ship, and turned the knob on my tank. I started slowly, and it was getting harder to breathe. I decided to seal my tank, and try to grab the side of the ship. There was a ladder leading to an open door. The only problem? The ladder was a meter away from me. I took a deep breath, and opened my air tank. I was launched towards the ladder, and if I hadn’t caught one of the rungs, I would have smashed my head off it. Now all I had to do was climb the ladder to the door. As I climbed, it got harder and harder to hold my breath. I started to grow cold.

I was just at the door when a clammy hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me in. The door was shut and my helmet was removed.

“Look what we have here!” the man who grabbed me said. Actually, he wasn’t a man at all. He had the head of a lizard, a tail, claws, and bat-like eyes and ears. As I felt his hand, I noticed that he had scales all over his body. He must have been one of the space pirates. I was terrified. I tried to scream, but another hand came over my mouth and muffled me. It was slimy and warm. I looked down at my mouth, and he had human fingers covered in green gooey stuff. Actually, he was a large, muscular man, entirely drenched in goop.

“We’d better tell the captain!” said pirate number two. He lifted a radio to his mouth and started speaking words that I am not capable of repeating. They sounded like a dog coughing while growling. Meanwhile, pirate one was putting my hands behind my back and slapping handcuffs onto them.

“Captain says to bring him to the prison block!” number two said. Were they holding the rest of the crew in prison cells? The pirates started escorting me down a hallway.

I had almost given up hope, then an idea sparked in my mind.

“Is there a bathroom here?” I asked.

“What do you mean ‘is there a bathroom’?” pirate one replied. “Of course there’s a bathroom! Did you think we were some kind of freaks who don’t need to dispose of our stomach waste?”

“Wow, you read my mind,” I said sarcastically, “can you take me to it? I really gotta go!”

“Fine,” pirate one continued, “it will be a slight detour. The captain will most likely not be pleased.”

They led me down a hallway to a room with no door. The floor was made of tiles, and there was a strange metal bowl with a pipe in it on the floor.

“Um…”

“What’s wrong?” pirate two asked, “fine, we won’t look.”

With that they both turned around, and one of them started whistling. I got to work. First, I jumped and swiped my handcuffs under my feet and to the front of me. I saw it in a movie once, and it makes it easier to move. Then I scanned the room. I saw a vent above the bowl, so I climbed on the bowl and started pulling at it.

“Almost done in there?” pirate one asked. I was panicked to hear his voice.

“Yeah, one more minute!” I replied. I needed to hurry up. I pulled the vent cover off and climbed in. I put the cover back on and crawled through the vent as fast as I could.

After about a minute of crawling through the greasy vents, I heard someone yell “Where’d he go!? Search the whole ship! We can’t let him escape!” It took them longer than I had thought to learn that I was gone. I tried to crawl faster when I came to a dead end. All there was was a deep chute. I couldn’t turn back. I had no choice but to jump.

What made my decision final were the sounds of footsteps echoing through the vent. I slid down the chute, and caught a lot of speed. I tried grabbing the sides to slow down, and my hands got burnt. I pulled them off immediately. But there was no other way to slow down. I couldn’t just let myself die. I grabbed the walls, trying to slow down. It hurt, but now as much as it would have hurt to fall all the way. As my handcuffs rubbed against the walls, the snapped off. I slowed down almost to a stop, then I hit the ground.

I took my hands off the walls and they were bright red. I grabbed some tissues out of my pocket and wrapped them around my hands. I was barely able to stand, but I did. I couldn’t just sit here and wait for them to capture me. I climbed out of the large box I was in to find some sort of boiler room. There was a door at the end of the room.

As I walked to the door, I heard a menacing voice coming from a speaker in the hallway.

“Attention! We have a stowaway on board! If you see a young human, take him to me! I have plans for this one…”

The threat was terrifying. Now I knew they were holding people in the prison block. At least they didn’t just leave them to die on the Genesis. I suspected that since the pirates seemed to be pretty calm, the Genesis was no more.

I peeked out the window of the door. No one was there. I stepped out of the door. I needed to find the prison block and help my friends! I decided to hug the left wall until I came to it. Suddenly, I heard footsteps, and my heart skipped a beat. I looked around for somewhere to hide. There were lockers on the walls, so I pulled one open, jumped in and slammed the door.

“I heard something!” said a groggy voice. It sounded like he had something stuck in his throat.

“Find him and bring him to me! I want to kill him personally!” said the same voice that I had heard over the speaker. I saw creatures walking by through the holes in my locker. The person the voice was coming from looked the most gruesome of all. He had the hands of a crab, and two sets of arms. I didn’t see his face, and I’m not sure if I wanted to.

When I was sure they were gone, I got out and kept walking. There were signs, but I couldn’t read any of the words on them. They were strange symbols. I saw one of a person behind bars, so I headed that way. Eventually I came to a door with a window. There they were, the rest of the crew.

“Psst,” I whispered, “uncle!”

“Peter?” replied my uncle. “Peter! I thought you were dead! I begged them not to launch the torpedoes! Wait, how did you get out of there? The hatch can only be opened from the outside.”

That would have been helpful to know earlier.

“Where’s the captain?” I asked him. Now that I thought about it, most of the crew from the bridge wasn’t there. I saw my uncle, some of the doctors, and a few faces I didn’t recognize.

“They left most of the crew on the Genesis when it exploded,” my uncle answered, “we need a plan to escape! Help us Peter! You’re our only hope!”

I had to think of a plan to get us out of here. I couldn’t just go and attack the pirates, no, I had to be smart about it.

“I have an idea,” I started, “we’ll need to get access to the speakers, and some markers.

“Well, they gave us some pens to write the words we want on our tombstones, you can use those!”

My uncle handed me a few pens, and I got to work.

I drew a starcruiser on almost every window, so that it looked like there was one outside. Now I had to get access to the speakers.The only way was, yet again, through the vents. I noticed that one of the speakers had a wire leading into a vent. I climbed in and followed the wire until I was above a room with two aliens in it. I slowly removed the vent grill.

“Did you poke me?” asked alien one.

“No, why would I do that?” replied alien two.

“Maybe it was just a gust of wind.”

I continued poking alien one until he had had enough.

“Alright, this is enough!” said alien one. He grabbed alien two by the neck and pulled him out the door. I was clear.

I hopped down and grabbed the microphone.

“Attention all pirates! There is an incoming ship, and our sources say it is badly defended and has lots of gold! Everyone board it!”

My job was done. I looked out a window that was on a door and saw aliens running out of the airlocks only to be sucked into outer space. Everything was almost alright, then the door opened.

“You!” exclaimed the pirate captain as he walked through the door. His face was large and round, he had oval shaped eyes and tentacles over his mouth. “Because of you I have no more crew!”

He started to sprint at me. I looked around the room, trying to find something to keep him away with. There was a laser gun on the desk. I picked it up and aimed it at him. My finger was on the trigger, but there was a voice in my mind telling me not to pull it. I couldn’t kill someone. He may not be human, but he was a person. I dropped the gun.

“What?” the pirate asked, “why would you do that?”

“I can’t kill you!” I replied, “you may be a hideous alien, but you are still a person.”

“Aw, that’s sweet, plus it makes you easier to kill!”

He charged up to run at me, but then I heard the noise of metal banging off something as he froze. He fell down to reveal my uncle behind him, with a frying pan.

“They always told me that the frying pan is mightier than the sword!” he joked. I could tell the captain wasn’t dead, he was snoring. “We’d better get this thing out of here!”

Two of the crew members came through the door and picked up the sleeping body, and to this day I still don’t know what happened to it.

“How did you get out?” I inquired.

“Well, Dr. Smith had a needle in his medical bag,” my uncle started, “it turns out that in desperate times anything makes a good lock pick!”

“What now?” I asked.

“You saved us Peter,” replied my uncle, “you’re our captain now!”

•••

I sat in the captain’s chair on the former pirate ship. I looked out the window. I saw the vastness of space, right in front of me. I knew what to do. I looked at my pilot, and told him his command.

“Set a course for planet Earth!"


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