ADMIN: Section 3 first draft extension - REALLY IMPORTANT
PLEASE READ - VERY IMPORTANTSection 3 first drafts are now due Thursday 19th Nov (due to certain work commitments which make this weekend a real pain in the rear [it looks like I'm going to be working until around 10pm today and I started at 7 am]). Artists will be given their assignments on Friday
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2) It's really hard to pick "favorite" bits, I don't think I really have favorite bits but I tried to pick out a few of the more visual moments that stood out for me:
The liquid crystal display screen flickered with a pale light as the skinny black-haired boy leaned over it, starting up the terminal and seating himself before it. Bill Kaulitz leaned in close to the terminal as though it could provide warmth as well as light. He rubbed his hands together, lacing his fingers and regarding his black-tipped nails, then he stretched his hands forth and cracked a few joints before moving his hands nimbly over the terminal keyboard. All around him in the darkened room, rows of workstations turned blind terminal eyes on his hunched form.
Frustrated, he shook his head. He kept hoping, but it was always the same. Noise had been one of the first, possibly the first, to get hit by the alien life-forms by what was now known across the network bulletins as the Incursion. Yet even now, three years later, there wasn't a breath of information on the response, or rather, the lack of response to Noise's distress call - or any other colonies out on the further sectors of FPO space. There was no update on Noise's status, because no one knew.
A breath of air whispered behind him, and Bill was no longer alone.
His twin pressed a hand to his shoulder, leaning over Bill and tickling his cheek with a sweep of soft dreadlocks as he peered at the terminal screen, too. "Still nothing?" Tom asked.
No one had a status update for Noise because Tom and Bill were the only ones left alive.
There's a few quiet twin moments, a few *cough* sexy twin moments...
Bill trailed his fingers down the heavy slats of the inner shutters, wishing again that he could get a glimpse of the spectacular view of the jagged mountain range slashing through the darkening sky that he knew lay beyond. He hardly remembered what it looked like, it had been so long, and it would probably be his last chance.
"Bill," Tom said behind him, from where he was checking the double- and triple-bolts on the door.
"Wasn't going to open it," Bill said automatically, knowing that Tom had probably caught the stray thought or at least the impulse.
Tom chuckled. "Come here," he said, and Bill turned away from the shuttered windows.
His brother had climbed onto the bed they shared. He shed his outermost shirt, giving Bill a surprisingly shy smile considering everything they did together. Bill peeled out of his own shirt and joined Tom on the bed, crawling over to him and hooking his arms around his waist. Tom put an arm around one shoulder, fingers stroking at Bill's nape.
There are definite horror elements...
Sternovich was bent over the dead woman's feet when it happened.
The body arched, spine curving as though jolted by an electric shock. Then the woman folded in half, sitting up with a jerk. Before Sternovich could pull away or draw her sidearm, the supposed corpse laid icy hands to either side of her head and twisted in a swift motion that had only one conclusion.
The sharp cracking sound was the only noise in a room that wasn't bestirred with a single breath.
Sternovich slumped over her attacker's legs, collapsing onto the table.
The room was utterly silent again. Cold seconds ticked past.
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“Get a grip, Kaulitz,” Striker was saying, his handsome face twisting into an unattractive sneer.
Bill focused beyond him. This time the panic was his own. “Look out!” he screamed, raising his own charge-rifle.
A couple of heavyweight, low-slung Armors were rounding the bend from the compound toward the tarmac. They lifted their black-crested heads as though scenting, then tooth-studded muzzles gaped. Instead of baying like a hound would, their rattling, resonant chitter traveled through the air, carried along by the wind that strummed over the tarmac and whipped around the buildings.
Bill was running, pulling the trigger of his charge-rifle as he went. If he was yelling, he never knew. His charges streaked through the grit-laden air, joined by a second set as Striker got with the program and fired on the approaching Armors.
One of them was bristling, flaring out a row of spines around its head like a sleek black lion. It was big enough to be one of those transplanted Terran desert cats that Bill had read about.
3) This story is NC-17 because it has a couple of explicit sex scenes, though overall it would probably be R for horror elements and violence. The setting is a bleak, rocky planet at an unspecified but distant period in the future. The focus is on the Kaulitz twins (Tokio Hotel - alternate universe) as the sole survivors of a brutal alien invasion known as the Incursion, which decimated their entire colony in a matter of days. For three years they've been waiting to die, basically, as the hope of rescue and their stockpiled supplies dwindle to nothing. The arrival of a shuttle from an orbiting starship changes that, but the twins soon discover that the military elite squad was sent not to rescue them, but to retrieve the rare mineral that their colony mined before the Incursion. The twins have to contend with not only the renewed threat of aliens but conflicting human interests in order to survive.
The settings are visually bleak - a rocky planet bare of vegetation; a living compound that is spare and steely gray; a mine installation. The twins at sixteen years old are the main characters. There's also the aliens, which go through a few distinct cycles of development; I don't want to give too much away, but it's everything from relatively straightforward bipedal humanoid to a creature with a black, chitinous outer armor-like shell. There are a couple of shocking scenes that might lend themselves well, visually, to illustration, as well as quiet eye-of-the-storm moments with the twins and other characters.
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