Today is my 50th blog post! 50! So, in honor of this occasion I'm starting, "Another Multipart Postacular Extravaganza."
That is that I'm joining in with the other BEDA bloggers to create a set of tandem stories. What this means is that today I will write a paragraph of a story, tomorrow my story will be continued on another blog until it goes through everyone and back to me (while I add a paragraph to each other story (I don't know what order these will move around or I would specify)), once my story returns here to Meyrific I'll write a conclusion to "my" story.
It was cold down on the surface. With the scientists still asleep, Jim Fozan was roused awake by the wind. He couldn't seem to adjust to the sound of the howling. He couldn't place why it upset him, but it didn't seem to phase the rest of the expedition. So, he wasn't about to start complaining, he did, however, miss the comfort of his bed. His bed and his wife. He missed her too; well, most of the time. She stayed on Terra. Ember had always hated the idea of space; he lived for space.
The rest of the expedition was largely a civilian group, aside from himself and Jones. All they were concerned with was that the Tablets were on this planet, after a century of research and the code had just been broken, it had to be here; they hoped at least. And they mamaged to convience the Government that this was indeed the case.
If he was supposed to protect these scientists, it'd be nice if they would actually listen.
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