"Whatcha working on Porkenstein?" Johnson interrupted
"It's hard to explain, I call it a Time Dilator. If my calculations are correct, it should sustain a 5 minute time loop but it's glitchy." Porkenstein noted
"Cool, me and the guys wanted to see if you-" Johnson attempted, before the warning light blared loudly. Immediately the ship was bathed in a blood red. "What the?" Johnson yelped
"Sir! Come quick! It's an emergency!" Idris shouted
"What's the situation?" Porkenstein intervened
"It's Charm! We've come in range of the upper atmosphere. Centurion can't handle the gravitational shift, we're getting pulled in!" Idris explained
"Oh shablagoo." Johnson cursed, "I need to get up front."
Johnson raced to the cockpit, past a frantic panicking Heurrm and towards Hurke who was attempting to maintain the ship. "We need to correct the course." Johnson warned
"I'm trying! Anymore and we start spinning out of control!" Hurke screamed back
Porkenstein and Idris hurried down to the engine room to see a struggling power core. "If we strain her, she could shift the gravity across the ship and buy us time for Johnson to slow us down." Idris planned
"Yeah, Idris get in there and shift every room on the ship to make us as heavy as possible. We need a gravity bubble surrounding the ship as soon as possible." Porkenstein told him
"Got it!" Idris called out, abandoning the body and changing gravity.
"Johnson! The situation!" Porkenstein questioned fast, manning the terminal to see how fast Idris was changing. "Artificial gravity is getting heavier, prepare yourself!"
As the changed gravity activated in the cockpit, a loose panel was ripped from the ceiling and crashed into the controls. Johnson and Hurke barely dodged it but there was no way to steer the ship! "Bad news everyone, err- we're going to crash..." Johnson surrendered
"I've had a good run." Hurke joined, "Lovely meeting you Captain."
"You too mate." Johnson replied
"OH PIKE!" Heurrm shrieked
A lone puppy stared up at the impending doom that was the Centurion, the power core ignited as everyone on-board was incinerated along with Charm itself, leaving nothing but fire and ash in its wake. The planet and ship had been decimated.
"Whatcha working on Porkenstein?" Johnson interrupted
"It's hard to explain, I call it a Time Dilator. If my calculations are correct, it should sustain a 5 minute time loop but it's glitchy." Porkenstein noted
"Cool, me and the guys wanted to see if you-" Johnson attempted, before the warning light blared loudly. Immediately the ship was bathed in a blood red. "What the?" Johnson yelped
"Sir! Come quick! It's an emergency!" Idris shouted
"What's the situation?" Porkenstein intervened
"It's Charm! We've come in range of the upper atmosphere. Centurion can't handle the gravitational shift, we're getting pulled in!" Idris explained
"Oh shablagoo." Johnson cursed, "I need to get up front."
Johnson raced to the cockpit, past a frantic panicking Heurrm and towards Hurke who was attempting to maintain the ship. "We need to correct the course." Johnson warned
"I'm trying! Anymore and we start spinning out of control!" Hurke screamed back
Porkenstein and Idris hurried down to the engine room to see a struggling power core. "If we strain her, she could shift the gravity across the ship and buy us time for Johnson to slow us down." Idris planned
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Centurion
Science FictionCaptain Johnson Marshall attempts to maintain a gang of horrible space pirates, just not the kind of horrible you may be thinking of. A drunkard of a warrior race, a micro-managing drone born to serve, a stuck-up artificial intelligence, a quick to...
