To Boldly Return - Chapter 1

by ExOmelas, Dreamery

Published December 7, 2014

In The Strife of Humanity

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A/N: @ddman18 approached me with an invitation to join his communal project called 'The Strife of Humanity'. This is one of many stories that exists/will exist within this world and I encourage you all to check out the wiki. http://the-strife-of-humanity.wikia.com/wiki/The_Strife_of_Humanity_Wiki

The loch was suffocating the fog, and it made Mikey's heart ache. So much for the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. How could humans have allowed this to happen? They declared their love of the land, their pride in the glittering landscapes of the Trossachs, yet they just kept splurging, kept using, using, using. Mikey's eyes stung and he clenched his jaw.

"I hate my ancestors," he muttered.

Collete nudged him and when he turned to look at her, her eyes were wide and curious. He shook his head and clutched her gloved hand. She smiled and dug a miniature camera out of her pocket with her other hand. He cursed as he realised he'd left his own camera on the capsule. He'd wanted to get out and search for the Loch Ness Monster as soon as he could. His boss, Rhona Levise, hadn't thought to tell him that they were visiting Loch Lomond, not Loch Ness.

It didn't matter. If Loch Ness was in as bad a state as Loch Lomond, there'd be no Nessie to search for. If she ever had existed, the pollution would have killed her long ago. And there was nothing spectacular here to need to photograph either.

Collette seemed to come to the same conclusion and stuffed the camera back into her pocket.

"We're never going to get a timeshare out of this," Collette called over to Rhona. Rhona was standing apart from them, as she always did.

"Never say never," Rhona called without turning, "At least until we've been here longer than ninety seconds."

Mikey stuck his tongue out at her back, but only for a few seconds. He didn't want to risk being caught, not after his slip-up in the capsule. The sharp, craggy rock had spiked from the ground like a fist punching through a wall and Mikey would have hit it straight on had he not swerved the capsule round so hard. It was hardly his fault that Rhona had just happened to be drinking purple carbo-juice and it just happened to dribble all the way down the front of her pale green HEATS suit. And it was Collette's fault he'd got so distracted in the first place. She should have known not to get him started on Driftball.

He paced as softly as he could through the soft ground and mud and positioned himself about three feet behind Rhona's left shoulder. Mikey fidgeted with the speaker setting on the outside of his helmet. Could it really be that quiet? The silence was as suffocating as the fog, though it often was around Rhona. He'd been travelling in that capsule for two and a half days and had forgotten what breath even sounded like.

"How about never within our lifetimes?" he asked. "I mean, just look at this ground! This is going to need to be human free for centuries!"

Rhona turned to face him. She wasn't quite frowning. But she definitely wasn't smiling. It was as if her entire face was flat, perfectly horizontal. Mikey stopped himself from gulping. Whatever she was about to say to him, he was sure it would be another reprimand.

She walked straight past him and over to Collette.

"I know you're both missing your minions but I need a pH survey by the end of the day," she said. She smiled over her shoulder at Mikey. "I take it you can manage that."

He nodded meekly, ignoring Collette's eyes as they widened in protest. He tried to look firm and pursed his lips. Rhona continued into the capsule and slid the door shut. Mikey clapped his gloves together. Their spider silk fibres flexed and stretched and felt gooey against his sweating palms. He was desperate to whip them off - his hands were burning. It was too dangerous though. Nobody knew what the Earth's atmosphere would be like now, after all these years.

Collette crouched down and produced a collapsable perspex box from the pocket across her stomach. She built it up and clicked its sides into place. She then dipped it into the bog and scooped up some of the murky liquid.

She twisted her head round over her shoulder and asked, "Can you get the universal indicator out my dispenser?"

Mikey crouched down beside her. "Which nozzle?"

"Top left," she replied.

Mikey untied the flap of cream fabric and let it hang upside down by its bottom - now top - edge. He was presented with a plastic nozzle set into a lightweight container built into the suit. Well, it was as lightweight as you made it. If you filled the whole thing with hydrocarbon residue, it was going to get pretty heavy pretty soon. Collette handed him the box and he raised it to the nozzle. He tilted the nozzle forward gently and let a few drops of universal indicator dribble into the box's contents.

The drops turned instantly purple and blossomed outward. Within a blink, the amethyst hue had spread over the entire box.

"Well?" Collette asked.

"It is ridiculously alkaline," he reported. He showed her the box and shrugged. "Do you think Rhona will know what that means?"

Collette raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think she got us to do the science-y bit?"

"So, no?"

"Course not!," Collette exclaimed. "Look, Rhona's a very smart woman and very resourceful, but she's not a scientist. And she doesn't pretend to be."

Mikey drew back. "I just thought ..."

Collette placed a hand on his knee. "I know. But Rhona doesn't have all the answers, okay? She's not omniscient."

Mikey shrugged. "What's going on with you?"

"Leave it, Mikey," she muttered.

"But you've never said anything like this before," he pressed.

"Leave it!" She flew to her feet and stomped through the bog to an island of firm mud. She drew a pH meter out of a leg pocket and jabbed it into the ground.

Mikey realised too late that he had been leaning on her and toppled backwards into the bog. The murky sludge splashed over his visor and he was sure it would seep in through his breathing holes. He gasped and thrashed around until he got himself on his front. He paddled messily forward a few strokes until his hand dug into something slightly more solid. Once he had a firm - firm enough - grip on the mud, he hauled himself onto it.

He glanced up. Collette was staring down at him and offering a hand. He grasped it and pulled himself to his feet. She tried to smile at him and he wondered if she realised how measly her attempt had been. She'd just looked in pain, as if she were grimacing. She was staring at him as if it was really important that she knew what he looked like. It wasn't like he was that complicated. Pale face, blonde hair, brown eyes, thin but muscular, tall. And she'd known him for years. She could probably draw him from memory easily.

"Thanks," he muttered, doing his best to scrape some of the mud off his suit.

Why wasn't she mocking him? He shook his head and looked around for the pH meter.

"It shot straight up to fourteen the moment I stuck it in the ground," Collette explained.

Mikey spun around at the sound of a door sliding open. Rhona leaned out the door frame and her head bobbed around as she looked for them.

"Over here!" Mikey called.

She spotted them but didn't make any move towards them.

"We have to go," she shouted, "I just got a message."

Mikey and Collette splashed and tripped through the mud and peat to reach the capsule. By the time they dragged themselves up through the door, Mikey was sure they were sufficiently dirty to erase the memory of Rhona's juice stain from her memory.

"Who was the call from?" Mikey asked as he sealed the door.

"Etrick Stoltz," Rhona replied. "He wants to make an offer."

Mikey whirled around and snapped his jaw shut. Make an offer? What was an experienced businessman doing making an offer on an abandoned piece of land when he'd never even seen the site? Mind, Mikey thought, he'd probably have been more surprised if Stoltz had made an offer after witnessing the mess Scotland was currently in - the mess Earth was in.

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Justlittleoleme2 wrote a review Review · Sep 20, 2017

Hey there!

I will start out by saying that this feels like the start of a book... as in, a book I could pick up at the library, or on amazon, or Barnes and noble. In other words, it's good. I'm already hooked on the story, getting to know the characters, and very interested in this post apocalyptic world you've created. Please tag me in the next chapter if you write one!

I did have a few nit picks however,

{The loch was suffocating the fog}

This needs to be, The loch was suffocated with fog. Lochs don't suffocate fog, fog suffocates lochs.

Also,

{He cursed as he realised he'd left his own camera on the capsule.}

Realized is miss spelled.

{ He'd wanted to get out and search for the Loch Ness Monster as soon as he could. His boss, Rhona Levise, hadn't thought to tell him that they were visiting Loch Lomond, not Loch Ness.}

Right here, it sounds like he still wants to find Nessy and that he still thinks he's at loch ness, even though it clearly states in the first paragraph that he knows they're at Loch Lamond. Now, I know he is speaking of how he felt before he knew it was Loch Lamond, but it would be better if you made the distinction between the here and there a little clearer.

{"Course not!," Collette exclaimed. "Look, Rhona's a very smart woman and very resourceful, but she's not a scientist. And she doesn't pretend to be."}

There doesn't need to be a comma after the exclamation point.

{She'd just looked in pain, as if she were grimacing.}

This can be shortened to,

She'd looked pained, as if she were grimacing.

Alrighty then, that's all for the time being.

Keep Writing!!!

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DFMaolMoire wrote a review Review · Sep 20, 2017

Hey Biscuits,

i liked this as a first chapter. would like to read more.

The sense I get are that these people are part of a semi-professional group of surveyors, or something similar, but their job is quite improvised. There doesn't seem to be much in the way of expertise to go about, and whilst everyone seems aware of the gist of the problem, they seem to be busking it. I think this is a really interesting set up for a sci-fi story. It gives a greater opportunity for the story to feel intimate and domestic because we can get at what the characters are worrying about, but we don't have to go through tonnes of set up before their genius master-stroke solution is available, the way you do if the characters know far more about the world than the readers.

I'd probs want to make two suggestions.
The first is that a little more can be done to make clear the relationships between people. The story about the crash and the spilled purple juice is a nice bit of flavour, but it comes in a somewhat disjointed way which makes it a little hard to follow. I don't know, by the end of it, quite what I'm supposed to have learned about Mikey and Collette's relationship (he's blaming her for his mistake, it feels, unreasonably. Is this a habit. Elsewhere they seem quite fond of each other). It's an opportunity to let us know a little about their relationship with Rhona as well. Mikey's cautious as he made her spill her drink, but it would be easier to tell his feelings about this if we knew whether he was afraid of punishment, or just doesn't' want to unnecessarily annoy Rhona. None of these are absolutely crucial, but a little more information in each case would make it easier to follow what the character's thought seems to be.

The other thing I'd mention is that on a couple of occasions you use a style of exposition that I'd encourage people to avoid. It's possible this is entirely a taste issue, but for me anything that has the structure:
"[reference to something or someone the reader doesn't yet know about] ... [response from other character] ... {Internal monologue (or similar) referring to that person or object by description}" kinda rings false to my ears. When you introduce Etrick Stoltz it is the perfect amount of mystery. Information about this person's intentions is enough to alter their mission parameters, and everyone seems to know who he is. That is intriguing. If Stoltz is to play an interesting role, it might be a bit better to refer to the strangeness of making an offer on the derelict earth, but not tell us more about the man himself until later. If this ends the chapter, a nice way i've seen it done is to start the next chapter with a bit of the history of the person ("In 1974 Eric Stalls bought such and such a company, made x-amount of money in y-years, before getting caught up in this legal cases, making headlines for a, b, and c" or something similar, whatever gives us the sense you want us to have of the guy. The action can start up again with them talking about him if you like? It just seems a bit more natural sounding than us hearing Mikey's thoughts and their being articulated in a way that fills in blanks for us.

I know this is ancient and perhaps not likely to get revived, but its a good set up. I'd read a next chapter :P

Oh dear christ I'd forgotten about this O.O This is like taking looking at someone's old profile pictures to a whole other level xD

If you look at the review below I think I remember getting quite frightened by that and shied away from the whole thing *pats 16-year-old me* but I'm pretty sure I do remember having fun while planning this, so maybe I will come back to it.

Also, for what it's worth, that was exactly what I'd expect from a review on this site, so good to know I was right in thinking you'd be fine on that front ^.^

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carbonCore wrote a review Review · Dec 8, 2014

I have landed on an alien planet. I see balumps gamorphing, amirs rubbing themselves during their monthly musth, and pheeners pervojerating gaily, when all of a sudden the gailek arrives and tells everyone that they need to leave, because this is the way of the mornkon. It's like I am witnessing some drama unfold, but it is so alien to me that I can't form a meaningful bond with it. Further, even though I understand most of the words in the sentence and can roughly piece together what's happening based on that context, the full image remains unclear to me.

At my first reading, I thought that they were underwater, because one of the first things Mikey mentions is hunting for the Loch Ness Monster. At this point, I'm 3 paragraphs in, so I know nothing about what the story is really about, and I use every point of description I see to form my first glimpse of the world. Loch Ness Monster likes to hide underwater, and there is some talk of a "capsule" which reminded me of a submarine's body, so 90% of the way through my first read I was convinced that the action is taking place underwater. Some pH tests showed up, and now the picture in my mind lay thus: they are emerging for the first time on the banks of a lake after hiding in a subterranean vault for the last thousand years (whose only entrance to the outside is through the lake), waiting for the biosphere to restore itself after some enormous fart-up by humanity. After all, "Nobody knew what the Earth's atmosphere would be like now, after all these years". But wait -- why is a businessman purchasing property on land they just saw for the first time in, ostensibly, many years?

So I re-read the story, and the picture was different now. It appears that they are actually inspecting the shoreline of a lake from the ground level. The capsule (which I at first assumed was damaged by a rocky outcrop on the seafloor) was actually clipped by a rock on land (is it a flying vessel?), which explains why the characters are around to talk about it, and are not shredded victims of a violent submarine implosion. At this point I stop making assumptions, so I am generally in the dark as to what they're doing on that shoreline and why it matters.

While I get that this is science fiction and that it is about a different world than ours, I do not feel that this is a good excuse to bombard the reader with several new terms on one page. I do not know what a timeshare is in this context, and why it's important that they get it; I do not know what driftball is, and I do not know what a HEATS suit is. While it's great that there's a wiki, I don't want to interrupt my reading every 3 sentences to look up a new term. In trying to be a case use for an encyclopedia, this story appears to forget it is in fact a story.

Why is Collette getting catty at a seemingly innocent remark? Why, indeed, does an experienced businessman want to buy an abandoned, corroded mark of land? The fact that this is essentially a blaring red sign saying "PLOT INCOMING" aside, why does anything before the part with the businessman actually matter? It didn't hook me with plot, and it didn't show me the world clearly enough for me to even see it on the first try, much less for me to become genuinely interested in it. And that's a shame, because I'm a sucker for depressing gray swamps aggressively hostile to life.

I'm a little fuzzy on the science in this piece. If they really have no idea what the atmosphere on Earth is like, why on earth does Mickey's suit have ... "breathing holes" on it? A pH of 14, Google tells me, is what liquid drain cleaner is. Pretty sure that stuff melts flesh in a good concentration. If I were a future chemist, I'd hope that even the most rank amateurs had better safety standards than to breathe acidic fumes. Further, I know that the kids are crazy these days, but I have trouble imagining that even in the future a self-respecting chemist would refer to his or her profession as the "science-y bit".

The requisite Show, Don't Tell. The very first part of the piece, as well as the very last, bemoan the state Earth is in now. Well, you're talking about lakes of drain cleaner, I'd say that "the Earth is kind of feeling under the weather this century" is a safe assumption. Yet it is still stated twice, in two extremely important places in the story (the beginning & the end) -- words that could've instead been describing bleached animal bones fading slowly into the beach as the alkaline lake eats away at them; rays of a sickly orange sun through the gnarled bark of a petrified tree; the cracks in the ground formed by trickles of poison from acid rain. You know how it goes, I'm sure.

I would read this, because I am interested in the post-apocalypse going on here. However, before committing to this novel, I would like to see many improvements in clarity of writing, development of characters, and pacing of plot. Revise, edit, review, repeat. Alternatively, finish the novel before posting it here, so reviews like this don't cause you to edit before finishing and thus lose all your steam.

Your carbo-juice,
cC

Hrm... can you give me some help with it later?

I mean, obviously this was help but you know what I mean. Skype chat, talk-it-through sort of help.

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LittleFox wrote a review Review · Dec 7, 2014

Hi there, LittleFox here to review your chapter. :)

I'm actually really happy I came across this chapter, it's pretty good and I would love to read more of it. I like the setting a lot as well as your characters. The pace is also very good. I think this is a great beginning to a book. It leaves the reader wondering what's going to happen and makes them want to read more. I defiantly will look forward to the next chapter, so be sure to let me know when it's out. ;)

As for criticism, I only have one little nitpick;
"And there was nothing spectacular here to need to photograph either."
I think it would flow a little better if you said "to be photographed" so that it sounds less choppy. Other than that, your writing flows very well.

I really did enjoy this chapter so keep up the wonderful work and you will probably hear from me again soon. :)

-LittleFox

Thanks for the review! :D The next chapter will follow as soon as I decide on a plot line. There are about four or five floating around right now :P

Alright, awesome :)



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