1. I've read the rules
2. Over 30
3. Male
4. EDT (GMT minus something)
5. Both sounds good.
6. A writing sample:
Space travel has been good to my kind, he thought as he stared at the distant star. Stick to ships and stations, avoid planets.
A low buzz in the void brought him back to the present. He slowly tapped two buttons on the comm at his belt. “Talk to me, Sed,” a voice said, his captain, “What’re we dealing with?”
Sedge “Sed” Patche released a silent sigh into space. “Lots of dust scarring and pitting, Orri,” he replied, his soundless sub-vocalizations carried along a bone induction mike, “Good news is they have a Tessien-Havelor lock. Bad news is there’s a four digit key lock next to it.” Either someone was paranoid about securing their ship or the hulk wasn’t as abandoned as they’d thought. “ I can’t spot a maker on it,” he added, thumbing off his pencil thin light. “If Seetee can’t crack it, we’ll probably need Smoke to burn the door.”
“Copy. I’ll tell Behr to pull her out, just in case,” Orri’s smooth Elven lilt came back, “Tasser’s sending the tube, you wanna hop in or keep exploring?”
The question took a moment’s thought. He really didn’t like dealing with Smokin’ Boots, their name for Behr’s pet blast rifle, it wasn’t precise and clean. And watching CT work would be boring. Still . . . “I’d better come in, I guess,” Sed replied, remembering a hulk thirty, thirty-two years back, “in case there’s a squatter.”
“Copy. Tasser’s easing it out nice and slow.”
Sed positioned himself to catch the slowly extending air lock tube. His kind, Vampires, loved these old hulks, he thought as he waited for the creeping umbilical. They didn’t need life support, only minimal power to run a freezer. The more anti-social members of homo nocturnus felt right at home, far from a sun. He’d never understood that. He caught the edge of the tube and swung his weightless body inside.
A moment later came the familiar click-hiss of the tube sealing around the hulk’s airlock. Fortunately, the T-H was just an older model of their own Froulen lock, which was backwards compatible. Sed waited as the connecting tube built up gravity and air. His gear settled as the tube climbed slowly to half a gravity, in a few seconds the C.R.S. Zapa’s own lock would disgorge his friends/co-workers. He could already see Behr through the small window, the Troll’s large shadow was unmistakable.
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