silent void

three days on this 'ship' and this guy, machojack, which i doubted was his real name, was getting seriously on my nerves. but this was the day we were scheduled to arrive and right on cue the vast ship could be seen through the cockpit window as i stepped up.

there ended up being five people on the ship. i say people because tow of them were zebras. there was me, a light grey unicorn with dark orange mane hair. then there was machojack, the obnoxiously happy and large pony who i only ever saw the head of, his full body rig concealing everything from cutie mark to chest to hooves. he was a dark orange pony with a dark brown mane. the other pony on board was one of the pilots, a small, glasses wearing pony who i yesterday discovered was machojacks brother, technojack. does nopony have a sensible name here. he didn't speak much and the only times i had seen him away from his pilot terminal was to eat, come to think of it i don't think he even slept, I'd know, the curse of insomnia not helping my angered thoughts at everything. the first zebra was the co-pilot, who never spoke and walked around as a a blind man walks about his house. the other zebra was a skinny, young filly by the name of lilly essence. i avoided looking her in the eye as i had a cat with that name when i was younger.

the planet of tail volantis (i really have a thing against everything's name this week) obscured the sun, eclipsing it so that wisps of the suns burning rays seemed to try and reach around the planet and capture the ship stationed above it.

as we neared the planet technojack spoke for the first time into a microphone. "ishimura, this is transit ship 235501 requesting permission to take anchor in your hangar." taking his hoof off of the activation button all that was received in reply was static. this took attention away from what i was really annoyed at. 'take anchor', i hate space so much.

the wall of static was broken by some faint sounds, at first they couldn't be made out but slowly they got louder. soon the sound of a guttural noise could be made out, like someone was going to be sick, or talking without vocal chords. it was a sick sound, disgusting to listen to. technojack didn't seem to mind the sound and waved it off with "their comms are probably just out, its probably nothing. i can fix it once we get there."

the vast body of the ship loomed over us as we neared it. "we should try the comms again. their gravity teather looks to be packing a mighty punch." machojack says, tapping a screen in front of him with a hoof. the two pilots switch their screens to show the same statistics. "me oh my, thats gonna hurt." technojack says, reaching over to his microphone again. "ishimura, come in. seriously guys, your tractor beam is on full." this and other messages were recieved with static once again. by this point we were all certifiably scared. lilly was visibly shaking. "lilly, are you okay?" i ask, attempting to comfort her. "i-i knew someone who was in a traction accident once. it was horrible." to be honest the concerning nature of her statement was overridden by the fact that her voice was SO FREAKING ADORABLE! it was soft, quiet and high pitched and it made my heart melt. well it would had my heart been present.

the tractor beam hit hard, and i mean really hard. suddenly the whole ship shook and stopped. after a second of that we were hurtling towards the ship at alarming speed. we all flew around the cockpit and i flew straight into the sleeping quaters. flying into the 'rigging machine', a machine that attaches any amount of rig needed to any pony who needed it. unfortunatley for me the machine was set to be used by machojack, so it was set for a full body rigging.

i hit the machine hard and rolled over onto my back, the ship lurched again and my body thrust towards the opposite wall yet my limbs didn't follow suit. looking to my limbs franitcly to figure out why i was flying or possibly glued to the wall, i soon see that i am attatched to the machine underneath me, specifically locked in. "oh dear," i said out loud as two metal panels closed around me.

as i began to wonder how this week could possibly get worse a cold... something was hit against my back. no, not a something, metal, metal, concussion was confusing me. a metal something was pressed up against my back. and my front, and my legs. several 'eeps' escaped my mouth. as the concussin overtakes my head.

i pass out.