Fireside of eh Yellow Planet (Science Ficion/Flash Fiction)

Fireside of the Yellow Planet

(The Russian Account)

(An out of sequence, ‘Cadaverous Planet’ Sketch)







If someone is reading this, then it means you have been to the fireside of thee Yellow Planet, or you know someone who has, someone who may have access to the journal account of the first mission to that side of the planet. Read this carefully if you plan on going there, because it is a living and dangerous planet, all sides of it. Historically, this is the second time humans have been on this planet, recorded anyway, and the first time human eyes have seen the fireside.
Tangor recorded the first mission here, and he had left a warning for all those whom may follow, and I have just given it to you, in my own words of course.

“Never mind about the warning,” said Igor, the others three on his expedition, nodded their heads ok, but the warning was to the point, not the less the three along with Igor would have tier first mission, the first part of their mission, into the deep woods as Tangor ventured.
Talcoss, David, and Ximena, the captain’s crew, of the Russian Space Federation, walked into the thick of the forest, the same one Tangor and Rognat had, and was subdued by the leafage just like they were, by the living organisms thereof. (Had it not been for Siren, and her quick thinking, it would have been curtains for them two.)
While Igor was within the forest, he also got drowsy, and over heated, and saw his three comrades barely standing, and ordered them to go back tot the ship, and he quickly went back to the ship also, perhaps taking into consideration, Tangor’s message—a bit too late.

He had left a bottle of natural medicine in the ship, once on the ship he drank it and lost consciousness, when he awoke, he discovered his three partners were all dead, his medicine had soaked into his bladder, saturated it, saved him, whereas it was just the other way around, the deadly fumes from the leafage on the planet, its yellow mud, soaked into the bladders of Igor’s shipmates, and killed them. Why he didn’t tell his mates he had the medicine was because it was costly, and there was only enough for one person’s recovery. He was foretold of the plants deadly vapors—not quite believing it—but what was more important he survived, and believed I now. And for the moment, this was priority for the Federation: how to survive on this deadly planet, and then to go to the opposite side, the fireside and bring back a description of it, for it had never been seen by human eyes, not even Tangor’s or anyone from the United States, Russia would be the first. This was part two of the mission.

As the space craft, circled the planet, and Igor attended to his anxiety, that is, his close call to death, the ship orbited closer to the planet’s surface.
After collecting his thoughts, he sensed something was wrong, only to discover he was right, the roof, the space craft’s front head, was leaking, yellowish moist mud had started to eat it way through the ships metal structure: a substance that was plentiful where he had just been, and it was growing stem like tentacles.
As he looked out his port window, he could see the fireside of the planet, it was all it was made up to be, the sun seemed to be baking the planet alive, no moon to provide shade, and the water on the planet, as he could see from his monitors, was boiling, in streams and lakes and so forth, no waterways untouched by the sun’s rays. He wanted to land the space craft, and scrape the living mud off his ship, evidently, the faster the ship went, the tighter the mud molded into and through the ship’s outer metal. But if he landed, it would have to be in a boiling lake of fire. Perhaps that would kill the substance on the outer surface of the ship he thought, because he couldn’t see a living green thing below. He couldn’t turn the ship towards earth; he’d never make it, especially with holes in his ship.
He had to think fast, before the yellow mud ate its way all the way through into the ship’s inner guts, crippling it.
Other thoughts came to his mind were: on one side of the planet, there was much oxygen, he felt on this side there was very little, and if a hole was in the ship, he’d lose what he had, and would be forced to land. His best scenario for survival was to land the craft, and let the heat to the work for him, and hope he can reach orbit again, if not, he had other plans, not good ones, but plans nonetheless. Thus, his conclusion was to land in the lake of fire.

Note: of the many sketches and short novelettes, and stories this author has done pertaining to the Cadaverous Planets, this story here was not meant to be part of the sequence, that was written over the past five years, although it is in relation to the characters of that series, and of the solar system the author has used, being that near his infamous planet Moiromma. 8-6-2008 (This is the second story of the Yellow Planet); modified 8-25-2008.