#captain joey

[lost-technology]

Travellers on the Midnight Train

A fanfiction, in snippets.

Summary: Views through the eyes of SEEDS Mothership 5’s crew. Combo-platter of ‘98 and Trigun Maximum.

1. 2.  3.  4.  5.  6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. 25.26. 27. 28. 29.30. 31. 32. 33. 34. 35. 36. 37. 38. 39. 40. FINAL. 28: Anthropocene Megafauna

“WHALES!  SAND-WHALES!”  Vash was squealing in excitement.  He took Rem by the hands and they danced, spinning in the Command Room, both laughing in pure joy.  Knives sat by himself, keeping his own interest under wraps.  He’d rather liked the landscapes he was seeing on the screens, though – they reminded him of ancient movies and some of the book-files he’d read, filling his mind up with Zane Grey and Clint Eastwood.  The SEEDS fleet was in high-orbit around the planet they’d recently discovered.  The probes they’d sent out to penetrate the atmosphere were sending out data, newly received and translated by the mothership computers.  There were visuals and, apparently, life on the sandy planet.  There were moving creatures, superficially like animals, and what close-up images could be seen of them made them appear similar to some kinds of insect-larvae or certain types of worms of Old Earth lore, but the captures, of course, were of megafauna.  The probes were not sensitive enough to find smaller creatures.  The life on this planet that the probes could pick up was the size of Earth’s extinct cetaceans and seemed to move like them, too – only they were breaching dense sand rather than lose water.  This, of course, warranted more study.  And Rowan expertly dashed everyone’s dreams.  “It is unlikely that we could classify them in the same taxon as Earth animals,” he said.  He look a look at another readout.  “And there is no surface-flora to speak up, so, I am sorry, Rem, it doesn’t look like there would be any flowers at all.  The surface-temperatures are within livable range provided hard work on the part of the Plants, but the environment is ill-suited to human survival, let alone thriving.”  He gave Captain Joey a quirky smile as he addressed him.  “Also, don’t you think that the “whales,” as Vash is calling them might not be appreciative of an invasive species?”  “Hmmm…” Joey mused.  “I want to send out more probes.  And bring in some readings from the large moon. Didn’t you say earlier that it had a more favorable range of temperatures?”  “Yes, sir.” 

[gomezgal]

[myrottingbrain]

head captain says to lock the fuck in, my guys

[graynide]

captain underpants x atomic puppet crossover fanart

[thatone-midgardian]

I don't know where I found this but. I UNDERSTOOD THE REFERENCE

[evilhorse]

Then shall the spirit of Union Jack live on!

(Captain America #254)

[zeakis]

feelin' good

[fevers-and-emeto-oh-my]

i think i spike a fever as soon as i think about chrisker in any capacity

[nightisthenotion]

Dave Vanian, Captain Sensible and Joey Ramone phographed by Richard Bellia in 1988

[lost-technology]

Travellers on the Midnight Train

A fanfiction, in snippets.

Summary: Views through the eyes of SEEDS Mothership 5’s crew. Combo-platter of ‘98 and Trigun Maximum.

1. 2.  3.  4.  5.  6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. 25.26. 27. 28. 29.30. 31. 32. 33. 34. 35. 36. 37. 38. 39. 40. FINAL.

10. New Passengers

The interior of the electrical Plant Dock was filled with smoky yellow gas.  The Plants were not set to vent!  It billowed up in the bay windows, showing clearly that it was not safe for humans to enter the area without protection.  All hands were on deck as Captain Joey pressed a button un-shuttering a line of hazmat suits along a wall.  Everyone donned them and were directed to a disinfectant-shower area to spray off their exteriors.  The suits were as much for the Plants’ protection as for the humans.’  The creatures, exposed, were sensitive to all kinds of pathogens.  Despite being chimerical creatures, a lot of their basic structures were human, but they lacked immune systems.  If someone was carrying so much as a common cold and had contact with them without protection they could die easily.  Conversely, the fluids and gases that they lived suspended within were caustic to human skin and respiratory passages. The captain also instructed everyone to grab sidearms from off the wall.  Rem gave him a sour look, but also took hers – reluctantly.  They were on standby in case the ship was invaded by some unknown alien force or in case something else unexpected happened, such as leaked Plant chemicals mutating a stowaway rat or some such thing.    The crew rushed in and, what was that noise?  Crying… the sound of infantile crying.  Behind her clear visor, Rem took on the long, dumb stare of an ungulate animal caught in in a set of machine headlights.  Joey noticed the same look upon Steve’s face, although his had a harder edge.  Joey pressed the button and pulled the lever on the emergency lift-gate on the plant in the center of the room.   Each and every member of the crew was shot through with a bone-deep animal fear.  Anytime Plants bloomed seemed to cause this in people.  A few who worked closely with them became accustomed to them, but there was always something uncanny about them.  There was an instinctual knowledge that these were interdimensional beings, rife with mystery and imprisoned, used.  They were obedient to programming, humans’ messaging and requests, but they had so much potential to create disaster.  And here, before them all, was a pair of squawling infants that looked for all the world like baby humans, but were decidedly not.  They writhed in the fluids and gasses of the Plant chamber.  Their tender skins were not burned.  Umbilical cords were still attached to their soft little bellies and trailed off and upward into the curled form of the exposed, suspended Plant.  The captain grunted and drew his firearm. 

[gomezgal]

[wordgirlexploration]

got some refs we can admire?

Absolutely! We just finished our third line up tonight in fact!

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

[xabiramone]

G'evening punks

See you tomorrow

[mickules]

👻 Trick or Treat! 🎃

Wheeler (from Captain Planet)

Happy Halloween!

✨TREAT✨

no.41 Odds James Wheeler – Captain Planet

Sometimes it takes a spitfire from Brooklyn to get down to brass tacks

[umbrellajam]

New Teen Titans (Vol. 2) #10 - "He's like something out of a bad romance novel. Man, talk about your cornballs. Who writes his dialogue? Hallmark cards?"

Vic speaking my thoughts on Mr. Wing Man >_> and wow, they're sure having him pull overtime on the lampshading meta snark in this issue:

New Teen Titans (Vol. 2) #10 - "Why will the next Teen Titan hate her parents? Will we have to turn Titans Tower into Titans Hotel? These questions will be answered...in the next sickening segment of--"Daze Of Our Lives!" Same Bat time! Same Bat channel!"