Nach gut nem Monat Pause - mit recht viel zu tun zwischen den Jhhren - habe ich mich wieder ins Schreiben eingefunden. Diesmal ist es die Scifigeschichte, die ich wieder anegfangen hab (nicht das bisher im ersten Thread gepostete, das waren nur "Nebengeschichten"), undcih hab für die nächste Version der Fantasygeschichte aber auch schon einen besseren Plan.
Aber erstmal das hier, da ist die Einleitungsszene. Meine Hauptfrage dazu ist, wie viel man aus der Szene herauslesen kann über die Welt, und vor allem was für Fragen bleiben (um abschätzen zu können, was davon ich eh vorhatte zu beantworten, oder ob es noch dringende Dinge gibt sonst Lücken lassen).
So, hier jetzt die Szene:
Ultan paced around the yacht’s main room, a small red timer hovering on his helmet’s HUD. Beyond it, small status lights glowed in a similar color on the cabinets – all were locked. He turned. The room’s main monitor was turned off, its additional anchor slipped down over it. To his side, the doors to the other rooms were closed, but the green panel indicated they were unlocked. And lastly the small corridor opposite of them, leading to the airlock. Closed too, but unlocked. His eyes wandered over everything again, for the howevermanyth time in the last ten minutes. All was secured as it should be.
A second display showed the feed from the viewport cameras. Outside of the yacht, people hurried around the giant freighter’s hangar in which the vessel stood. One view showed the neighboring ship, where a man in an expensive-looking gown hurriedly fixed rubber straps to a small transport pod. For some reason he didn’t wear an exosuit. Remembering the way he had behaved earlier, a slight smile crept on Ultan’s face as he watched the man work frantically. If Shinra was here, he was pretty sure she would have gone out and asked – in the man’s earshot – the first person she came across if she could help with something.
On another feed, he saw a figure in a grey exosuit with cyan details standing on top of another ship, looking around from their vantage point. The Ship was painted in the same color scheme, the colors of a medic. On the main passage below, a woman in a guard uniform looked up and waved at the figure.
On the wall behind the medic’s ship were the large hangar gates, and on the ceiling stood another two rows of five docking spaces each, where people milled about between the spaceships – upside down from his perspective.
“Ultan, did you get everything fastened?” Shinra’s voice came from the integrated headset.
He couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “And you’re asking this now.”
“Better late than never,” his friend – and coworker – answered, and he could vividly see her shrug in his head.
“But yeah, I’ve got everything in here secured. As I said bef…”
The announcement tone of the freighter’s intercom interrupted him. “To everyone on board, we have initiated the transduction procedure. We will return to normal space in thirty seconds… now!” the captain said. “Since we have left the mapped route the downward transduction may be a bit rougher than you are used to.”
“Well, I’ve already said there wasn’t much left to secure anyway,” he continued.
“Okay! Just wanted to check in, but we’ll talk later then,” Shinra continued. “I’ll come over when we’re back in n-space. See you on the other side!”
Ultan just replied, “Later!” and cut the connection. A small hand gesture banished the viewport feeds, and all that remained was the red countdown.
“Fifteen,” rang from the intercom, then a short pause. “Ten, nine, eight …” The numbers steadily fell. “… Two. One. Transduction.”
For half an instant, Ultan felt light, as if the gravity had given out. Then heavier. And then it was over. They were back in normal space. He noticed a slight smile spread on his face, and relief started to build up.
The Intercom crackled again. “Transduction sucessf…” Then it erupted into static, just as the world jumped to the side. The main monitor passed before him, and next to it the folded-up table inserted back into the wall. Something tugged at him, stronger and stronger. Before he could register what was happening, he slammed into the wall, and everything turned black.