One Sentence Story: The Escapr from the Unity

[Kassiopeia]

"Look under there more carefully, there should be one in a box labeled 'Biohazard', you know, the one we used to keep our anthrax microbes in when we were little toddlers?"

[Mr. President]

"This is all I can see," Federov said, clutching a box in his hands that seemed to exude an aura of bio-hazardousness into the air around it.

[Lonestar]

"Federov, you fool, those are the mission's MRE rations. If you don't get me my screwdriver and laser cutter, I'm going to space you." Zakharov snarled.

[History Guy]

Without really thinking about it too much, Zakharov scooped up the radioactive boot and the biohazardous materials and added them to his concoction, saying pridefully, "Ah, my beautiful vodka is nearly complete...yes...my precious...soon I shall partake of this vodka...yeppers..."

[spartak]

Meanwhile, on planet's surface a dark brooding presence was monitoring the bright lights of the escape pods' entry into the atmosphere.

[History Guy]

"Oh man, hey darn it, what's with all this?" asked Albert the mindworm to one of the many millions of mindworms who were crawling around nearby.

[Mr. President]

The sky lit up in fire and the very earth shook as seven large, glittering, metal objects hurtled from the stars to tear into Planet's soft outer skin.

[History Guy]

One of Albert's many twins was about to offer a very clever response, but was stopped short when a Unity pod suddenly slammed down on top of the whole bloody boil, reducing all of the worms underneath to planet-pearls.

[spartak]

Bastard cried Albert, I'll get you for that.

[History Guy]

After taking his first gulp out of his newly brewed 'vodka', Zakharov noticed the remains of the radioactive shoe floating around, next to a half submerged disk, "Federov, you ignorant cross-eyed fool...is that my Sid Meier's Civilization III?"

[spartak]

No Provost replied Fedorov, if you remember, you told me to chuck it out for being crap.

[History Guy]

Just seconds before his eyes started to glow brilliantly, his hair started to frizz up, and he grew two inches in height, Provost Zakharov said, "Ah well, at least you can taste the potatoes more than the radioactive shoe..."

[spartak]

Meanwhile Dierdre was wiping her lips dry.

[Mr. President]

Somewhere in the cargo hold, Corazon Santiago had rolled over and over, clattering off crates and boxes, breaking both arms and several ribs; but at least her precious, precious guns were safe.

[spartak]

"Pain = bad" she thought, "Guns = good" she continued.