“Speak to me damn it! I said speak up! I need a damage report!”
The lights on the con of the new experimental submarine were flickering. Communication with the other decks was nonexistent.
Commander Squallier paced bulkhead to bulkhead chewing his lower lip, glaring at the microphone he had just thrown down and kicking at the rising puddles of water.
A very clinical and far away voice, from one of the control ships on the surface came across.
Squallier answered, much calmer than before. “Mission failure… We won’t be coming back this time.”
“Repeat message Commander, You’re breaking up”
“Horbgorble…”
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3 Comments:
I think you've found a new mission in life. Or blogging, anyway.
Great story. Hope the midget sex slave doesn't make a hash of it...
Thank you kind sir. That is indeed a compliment coming from you. I'm having fun with it.
.. excellent!....
Eric
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