Of Wolves and Weasels - Day 587 - Terror on Moonbase Alpha - Chapter 1, Part 2
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So yesterday I started with Part 1 of Terror on Moonbase Alpha. If you're just joining us now, please feel free to get caught up here.
Without further ado, here's Part 2 of Chapter 1.
Terror on Moonbase Alpha - Chapter 1 - Part 2
The hall was filling with a sulfuric, yet oddly sweet, aroma - like baking a cake at the mouth of a fart-volcano - as Kara went to work on the puddle of goop before her.
The tasseled head - made with some fancy 'space-age' fabric - sizzled and popped as she pushed and pulled the mop through the mess. Half-leaning over, arms outstretched, keeping her distance, Kara struggled to sop it up one last time before finally giving in and tossing the remnants of the dissolving handle away.
As it turns out, cleaning this stuff up was easier said than done. With a the consistency of a caustic tapioca pudding, the goop got onto everything easily and only seemed to spread with every wipe.
She also discovered that while the floor itself remained largely unmarked, even the thinnest layers of it were enough to begin to tear through anything else it made contact with. The sizzling on her left shoe, right at the toe, just where a small droplet had managed to land, caught her by surprise. Leaping backward, tearing off her shoe, she chucked it, hard, down the hall, just in time to watch it all but disintegrate in mid-air.
Clearly this stuff liked some materials more than others.
Letting out a low whistle, Kara retreated to a supply closet and, after much rummaging, returned with a couple of bright orange 'warning' cones and some bright yellow tape that flashed 'Danger'.
Her efforts to 'clean' the goop had only succeeded in spreading it around, helping it to gain much-coveted hallway territory and costing her a mop that would most surely come out of her pay. With a groan she set up the cones and tape to give it all a wide berth. Yes, she'd carved a swath out of the 'walkability' of said hallway, but, in her opinion, she'd increased the survivability of it by several orders of magnitude.
It would do... for now. The next trick was figuring out what the hell this stuff was so that she could try to get this crap off the floor before anyone else discovered it.
The good news, if there was any good news at all, was that the next 20 or so cycles were the closest thing to a 'weekend' that they had up here on the base. There wasn't much to do in the structure itself, so most people tended to just stay in their bunks watching the latest VR flicks uploaded from Earth.
Pulling up the NextWeb^TM on her phone she did a quick biometric scan of the puddle and asked the Web what the hell she was looking at. Within minutes she was flooded with pages upon pages of dick pics and a few random suggestions that ranged from 'the emissions of her mother' to 'the grey goo that will swallow Humanity whole'.
With a sigh she remembered why she'd stopped using the Web and resisted the urge to toss her phone into the goop.
The only thing that Kara knew for certain is that there was no way in hell that Jacob would help her.
If anyone found it, if anyone got hurt, she would be on her own.
With that in mind, she began to experiment.
And that wraps up Chapter one of this story, hopefully you're enjoying it. By all means, feel free to offer your comments, critiques and ideas below!
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Posted Aug 18, 2015, 12:55 PM UTC · edited