我的房间不大，是个九平方米的正方形。打开房门，只见眼前一绿，那是我翠绿色的墙纸，墙纸 上是一株株小苗正在茁壮成长。开门第一眼看见 的就是 窗台，玻璃可不是一块普通的玻璃，上面印着几只黄鹂在树上鸣唱，好像每天都在伴随着我歌唱。旁边是我柔软的小床，躺在上面，舒服极了！对面是我的衣柜，里面挂满我了各式各样的四季衣服。房间里当然 还有我的写字桌，坐上绿色的转椅，脚放在柔软的地毯上，这样我写了许许多多的数字、字母和精彩的文章。再往右边就是我的书柜了，它分为三列，中间一列摆满了我在旅游的时候带回的纪念品，有：有水立方、鸟巢、海宝等 。左右两边是我最心爱的书，有小说、散文、作文，还有侦探书。我的房间虽小，但它是我学习和生活的小天地。
четверг, 20 апреля 2017 г.
среда, 29 марта 2017 г.
早上起床以后我就去厨房，妈妈已经给我做好 了早餐---两根香肠和一个鸡蛋。等检查书包、吃早餐这些日常事做好后, 我就背着沉重的书包上学去了。有的时候我在路上碰到几个关系比较好的同学,我们就会一起上学,聊聊天上的小鸟,地上的树木,不亦乐乎。今天只需要上三节课,中午我们有一个二十分钟的课间休息。下课以后同学们一个一个回家,我也不例外, 自己慢慢走回家。于是我和弟弟看了会儿电视，电视里正在放着弟弟最爱看的动画片，名字叫"佩佩猪"。晚上我们一家人看着精彩的电视，听着悦耳的音乐，吃着可口的饭菜，真幸福啊！我的一天就这样结束了。重复...重复...每一天都是这样重复。也许你会觉得无聊,但对我来说, 每天都是这样欢乐......
среда, 22 марта 2017 г.
четверг, 3 апреля 2014 г.
Chapter 17 part 6
"No, dummy," Carlos snapped. "The evasion jets aren't even firing."
Kivi apparently didn't like being called a dummy any more than the rest of us. She kicked him in the butt, and he caught her foot. He tried to twist it, but she snapped it back and threw a punch.
"Hey, hey," I said. "Let's get our gear on. This is for real."
"Oh yeah?" Carlos asked. "You knew, right? Let me guess: the date marked on your calendar? Or did Graves text you personally?"
"You know what, Carlos?" I said. "You're an even bigger asshole in the middle of the night."
Everyone laughed and loudly agreed. Carlos grumbled, but he shut up and put his gear together.
Five minutes later, we were jogging down the passages to the tubes. We shot down, one at a time. The arrows were lit yellow on the floor and walls—even the ceiling. Our squad number was easy to follow.
I knew long before we got there where we were headed. The team chit-chatted around me as we moved quickly toward the lower decks.
"It's not another drop?"
"Can't be."
"This is yellow-level…that could only mean we're boarding a lifter."
"At least we don't have to get fired out of the cannons again."
In general, the group was happy it wasn't going to be a hot drop. If the LZ was clean enough to allow a lifter to land, it had to be relatively safe.
We were herded aboard a lifter and clamped into place. Rows of troops faced one another, but few of us made eye-contact. Not even Carlos was up for any new jokes. We were tired and worried.
The troops had been elated when they'd pulled the legion off Cancri-9. My team had been left behind, of course, but most had seen it as a narrow escape. The assignment had been rough, and no one wanted to stick around to see just how many lizards they would throw at us the next day.
Now, however, that feeling of relief was over. We weren't going home. We weren't even going to another planet, another assignment. We were going back down onto a planet that had turned utterly hostile.
I leaned back and closed my eyes. The lifter shook, rattled and squeaked. I smelled hot metal and strange chemicals. Cold air and hot vapors chased over us as different parts of the ship vented and adjusted themselves. It was nothing like the luxury ride a passenger ship provided back home.
My head lolled, and I nearly fell asleep. Off and on, my chin touched my chest and woke me up.
Kivi apparently didn't like being called a dummy any more than the rest of us. She kicked him in the butt, and he caught her foot. He tried to twist it, but she snapped it back and threw a punch.
"Hey, hey," I said. "Let's get our gear on. This is for real."
"Oh yeah?" Carlos asked. "You knew, right? Let me guess: the date marked on your calendar? Or did Graves text you personally?"
"You know what, Carlos?" I said. "You're an even bigger asshole in the middle of the night."
Everyone laughed and loudly agreed. Carlos grumbled, but he shut up and put his gear together.
Five minutes later, we were jogging down the passages to the tubes. We shot down, one at a time. The arrows were lit yellow on the floor and walls—even the ceiling. Our squad number was easy to follow.
I knew long before we got there where we were headed. The team chit-chatted around me as we moved quickly toward the lower decks.
"It's not another drop?"
"Can't be."
"This is yellow-level…that could only mean we're boarding a lifter."
"At least we don't have to get fired out of the cannons again."
In general, the group was happy it wasn't going to be a hot drop. If the LZ was clean enough to allow a lifter to land, it had to be relatively safe.
We were herded aboard a lifter and clamped into place. Rows of troops faced one another, but few of us made eye-contact. Not even Carlos was up for any new jokes. We were tired and worried.
The troops had been elated when they'd pulled the legion off Cancri-9. My team had been left behind, of course, but most had seen it as a narrow escape. The assignment had been rough, and no one wanted to stick around to see just how many lizards they would throw at us the next day.
Now, however, that feeling of relief was over. We weren't going home. We weren't even going to another planet, another assignment. We were going back down onto a planet that had turned utterly hostile.
I leaned back and closed my eyes. The lifter shook, rattled and squeaked. I smelled hot metal and strange chemicals. Cold air and hot vapors chased over us as different parts of the ship vented and adjusted themselves. It was nothing like the luxury ride a passenger ship provided back home.
My head lolled, and I nearly fell asleep. Off and on, my chin touched my chest and woke me up.
Chapter 17 part 5
"What the holy hell do you think old Drusus is up to, McGill?" Carlos asked me loudly.
Everyone looked at me. They'd seen my special trip to the observation tower, my day off from exercises and my trips to the blue level. They knew something odd was going on with me, but they didn't know what it was. In particular, Carlos was going mad with curiosity.
"Carlos is right," said Kivi, jumping into the pack. She'd taken every opportunity to snipe at me since our break-up. She wasn't too fond of Natasha, either. "You know something. I want to hear it. We've got a right to know."
"No," I told them both, shaking my head, "you're in Varus, remember? None of us have rights of any kind. But it doesn't matter because I don't know where we're going. Even if I did, I wouldn't be at liberty to say."
"You're such a kiss-up all of a sudden," Carlos complained. "You were such a tough-guy down in the steel tunnels. What did they do to you? Do you feel bad inside now?"
I actually did feel rather off-balance, but I wasn't going to admit it to him. I knew that Carlos and the rest were half-joking and half-serious trying to browbeat information out of me. I struggled not to get angry with them.
"I'm fine," I said. "But it's time for you to shut up unless you want a fresh lesson in hand-to-hand."
I'd started off untrained, but over the last six months I'd become known as one of the best with primitive weapons. Right now I didn't feel good, but they didn't know that. No one wanted to challenge me after a grueling day on the field. They broke up their circle and wandered off grumbling.
All of them, that was, except for Natasha. She lingered and stared at me with narrowed eyes.
"What? Are you suspecting the worst, too?" I asked her.
"You know something," she said. "I can tell that. We all can. You really don't want to tell me?"
I wanted to all of a sudden. "What's in it for me?" I asked.
She smirked and gave me a small kiss. I reached for more, and she pushed me back.
"I'm not Kivi," she said.
I laughed. "Okay, sorry. I can't tell you anything, but I suspect we'll all find out very soon."
We left it at that and headed for our bunks. I'd been asleep for less than an hour when a whooping alarm went off. It was the emergency klaxons. Bewildered and half asleep, I tumbled out onto the steel deck, scrambling with my kit.
All around me, recruits were doing the same.
"Is the ship under attack?" Kivi asked.
Everyone looked at me. They'd seen my special trip to the observation tower, my day off from exercises and my trips to the blue level. They knew something odd was going on with me, but they didn't know what it was. In particular, Carlos was going mad with curiosity.
"Carlos is right," said Kivi, jumping into the pack. She'd taken every opportunity to snipe at me since our break-up. She wasn't too fond of Natasha, either. "You know something. I want to hear it. We've got a right to know."
"No," I told them both, shaking my head, "you're in Varus, remember? None of us have rights of any kind. But it doesn't matter because I don't know where we're going. Even if I did, I wouldn't be at liberty to say."
"You're such a kiss-up all of a sudden," Carlos complained. "You were such a tough-guy down in the steel tunnels. What did they do to you? Do you feel bad inside now?"
I actually did feel rather off-balance, but I wasn't going to admit it to him. I knew that Carlos and the rest were half-joking and half-serious trying to browbeat information out of me. I struggled not to get angry with them.
"I'm fine," I said. "But it's time for you to shut up unless you want a fresh lesson in hand-to-hand."
I'd started off untrained, but over the last six months I'd become known as one of the best with primitive weapons. Right now I didn't feel good, but they didn't know that. No one wanted to challenge me after a grueling day on the field. They broke up their circle and wandered off grumbling.
All of them, that was, except for Natasha. She lingered and stared at me with narrowed eyes.
"What? Are you suspecting the worst, too?" I asked her.
"You know something," she said. "I can tell that. We all can. You really don't want to tell me?"
I wanted to all of a sudden. "What's in it for me?" I asked.
She smirked and gave me a small kiss. I reached for more, and she pushed me back.
"I'm not Kivi," she said.
I laughed. "Okay, sorry. I can't tell you anything, but I suspect we'll all find out very soon."
We left it at that and headed for our bunks. I'd been asleep for less than an hour when a whooping alarm went off. It was the emergency klaxons. Bewildered and half asleep, I tumbled out onto the steel deck, scrambling with my kit.
All around me, recruits were doing the same.
"Is the ship under attack?" Kivi asked.
Chapter 17 part 4
Graves lifted an admonishing finger. "Never underestimate an opponent, McGill. If they had all their credits dumped into weaponry the way we do…just think of it. What if the saurian waves you faced had been as well-equipped as we were? What would have happened?"
"I don't know. They may have wiped us."
He nodded slowly. "Exactly. That was their plan from the start. They gave us a phony contract and we signed on. Then they cheated by fielding, as you so eloquently put it, 'endless waves of lizards'. Now, they're claiming victory with the Galactics. Worse, you personally managed to kill the chief Inspector, the very individual that will decide the outcome of this territorial struggle, twice."
I stared at him. My eyes were squinched up and my teeth were bared in a grimace. I felt slightly sick, and I didn't think it was due to the bad regrow this time.
"Yes," Graves said, smiling at me grimly. "I can see now that you fully grasp the situation and your part in it. Now, kindly get the hell out of my tower. I'm already regretting letting them revive you at all."
I headed for the door, and I didn't look back.
Fortunately, I was excused from the knife-fighting exercises for the day. I wasn't really up to it. I was feeling better by dinner, and by the next day, as the ship began lurching and firing maneuvering jets, my stomach was operating fully again.
But I wasn't happy. I knew, possibly more than any other recruit in the legion, what was really going on. We weren't here to guard some mining complex. We were here to prove we could outfight an equivalent number of lizards—and from what I'd seen, the enemy was more than willing to cheat in this regard throwing at us ten times our weight in lizards. I had no idea how many dinos we'd killed thus far, but it had to be more than ten thousand all together. Maybe the number was twice that high.
The problem was the enemy had the resources of an entire planet to draw upon. They had millions of lives to spend. We had a finite number of men and guns. Our only advantages were in equipment and know-how. We had professional, well-armed troops—troops that could come back to life and fight again, over and over. It was a grim thought, and I felt that a grim battle was surely coming.
Our first advantage, which our tribune was hastily employing, was maneuverability. Using Corvus, we could come down wherever we wanted and face the enemy on our own terms. I was sure the saurians below us were watching closely wondering what our next move was going to be. Aboard ship speculation was rampant.
"I don't know. They may have wiped us."
He nodded slowly. "Exactly. That was their plan from the start. They gave us a phony contract and we signed on. Then they cheated by fielding, as you so eloquently put it, 'endless waves of lizards'. Now, they're claiming victory with the Galactics. Worse, you personally managed to kill the chief Inspector, the very individual that will decide the outcome of this territorial struggle, twice."
I stared at him. My eyes were squinched up and my teeth were bared in a grimace. I felt slightly sick, and I didn't think it was due to the bad regrow this time.
"Yes," Graves said, smiling at me grimly. "I can see now that you fully grasp the situation and your part in it. Now, kindly get the hell out of my tower. I'm already regretting letting them revive you at all."
I headed for the door, and I didn't look back.
Fortunately, I was excused from the knife-fighting exercises for the day. I wasn't really up to it. I was feeling better by dinner, and by the next day, as the ship began lurching and firing maneuvering jets, my stomach was operating fully again.
But I wasn't happy. I knew, possibly more than any other recruit in the legion, what was really going on. We weren't here to guard some mining complex. We were here to prove we could outfight an equivalent number of lizards—and from what I'd seen, the enemy was more than willing to cheat in this regard throwing at us ten times our weight in lizards. I had no idea how many dinos we'd killed thus far, but it had to be more than ten thousand all together. Maybe the number was twice that high.
The problem was the enemy had the resources of an entire planet to draw upon. They had millions of lives to spend. We had a finite number of men and guns. Our only advantages were in equipment and know-how. We had professional, well-armed troops—troops that could come back to life and fight again, over and over. It was a grim thought, and I felt that a grim battle was surely coming.
Our first advantage, which our tribune was hastily employing, was maneuverability. Using Corvus, we could come down wherever we wanted and face the enemy on our own terms. I was sure the saurians below us were watching closely wondering what our next move was going to be. Aboard ship speculation was rampant.
Chapter 17 part 3
"Well then," I said. "I thank you for reviving me. Am I free to go, sir?"
"Sadly, no. I have to have your word that you won't speak of this incident to anyone. You won't bring up Galactics or being executed—none of it. If you do, your data will be lost, and your next revive will never happen. Do I make myself clear, McGill?"
"Like starlight, sir."
"Good. Now, head to Blue Deck. You look like shit. Get yourself some chemical help. We'll be redeploying tomorrow, and I need every man in fighting shape."
I paused, stunned.
"Redeploying? Where, sir?"
He frowned. "I'm not accustomed to being questioned by recruits, McGill. Don't take our little conversation as some kind of comradery. We're not best friends."
"Of course not. But I thought we were leaving Cancri-9. I thought we'd given up on this mission."
Graves laughed at me. The laugh was an unpleasant one.
"Given up? No, Recruit. This war has just begun. Legion Varus always triumphs. It does not give up when Earth's territory is threatened. We were tricked into this contract but aren't done yet. The Galactics are observing—as you know intimately. Before this is over, we'll have proven to them yet again who the best fighters are."
I was confused. I had no real idea what he was talking about. I knew that Legion Varus often fought other mercenary companies to demonstrate we were the best, but so far, I hadn't seen any evidence of this occurring on Cancri-9. All we'd fought were packs of angry natives.
"One last question, sir," I said. "If you don't mind."
"I do mind. But ask it anyway."
"Who are the enemy? What mercenary company are we fighting against?"
He looked at me in surprise. "Really, McGill? I thought you might have figured that out by now. Maybe that regrow did scramble your brains."
"But sir, we've fought nothing but saurians since we got here. Endless waves of lizards. The only other alien we encountered was the Galactic inspector himself."
"Endless waves of lizards…" he said, smiling tightly. "You should be a poet, McGill."
I thought about that for a second. "Are you saying that saurians themselves are the enemy? That they want to challenge us for supremacy in this region of space? Are they trying to form their own legions?"
"I doubt they'll call them that. They tend to fight in hordes. More numbers, more meat, less armament—but you have to admit, they are pretty effective."
"But why, sir? They have their steel, their minerals to sell. Isn't that easier for them?"
He shrugged. "How the hell should I know why they've decided to try this takeover? Maybe the market on steel has crashed. Maybe they've lost a number of accounts and are hurting for credits. Whatever the case, I think they've been working toward this for a long time. Otherwise, why are they our very best clients? Why so many missions? To observe and learn, that's my guess."
I didn't know what to say. "They are warlike, primitive by alien standards. They don't even have a worldwide government. Maybe mercenary work would suit them. Do you really think they can beat us? We slaughtered them out there."
"Sadly, no. I have to have your word that you won't speak of this incident to anyone. You won't bring up Galactics or being executed—none of it. If you do, your data will be lost, and your next revive will never happen. Do I make myself clear, McGill?"
"Like starlight, sir."
"Good. Now, head to Blue Deck. You look like shit. Get yourself some chemical help. We'll be redeploying tomorrow, and I need every man in fighting shape."
I paused, stunned.
"Redeploying? Where, sir?"
He frowned. "I'm not accustomed to being questioned by recruits, McGill. Don't take our little conversation as some kind of comradery. We're not best friends."
"Of course not. But I thought we were leaving Cancri-9. I thought we'd given up on this mission."
Graves laughed at me. The laugh was an unpleasant one.
"Given up? No, Recruit. This war has just begun. Legion Varus always triumphs. It does not give up when Earth's territory is threatened. We were tricked into this contract but aren't done yet. The Galactics are observing—as you know intimately. Before this is over, we'll have proven to them yet again who the best fighters are."
I was confused. I had no real idea what he was talking about. I knew that Legion Varus often fought other mercenary companies to demonstrate we were the best, but so far, I hadn't seen any evidence of this occurring on Cancri-9. All we'd fought were packs of angry natives.
"One last question, sir," I said. "If you don't mind."
"I do mind. But ask it anyway."
"Who are the enemy? What mercenary company are we fighting against?"
He looked at me in surprise. "Really, McGill? I thought you might have figured that out by now. Maybe that regrow did scramble your brains."
"But sir, we've fought nothing but saurians since we got here. Endless waves of lizards. The only other alien we encountered was the Galactic inspector himself."
"Endless waves of lizards…" he said, smiling tightly. "You should be a poet, McGill."
I thought about that for a second. "Are you saying that saurians themselves are the enemy? That they want to challenge us for supremacy in this region of space? Are they trying to form their own legions?"
"I doubt they'll call them that. They tend to fight in hordes. More numbers, more meat, less armament—but you have to admit, they are pretty effective."
"But why, sir? They have their steel, their minerals to sell. Isn't that easier for them?"
He shrugged. "How the hell should I know why they've decided to try this takeover? Maybe the market on steel has crashed. Maybe they've lost a number of accounts and are hurting for credits. Whatever the case, I think they've been working toward this for a long time. Otherwise, why are they our very best clients? Why so many missions? To observe and learn, that's my guess."
I didn't know what to say. "They are warlike, primitive by alien standards. They don't even have a worldwide government. Maybe mercenary work would suit them. Do you really think they can beat us? We slaughtered them out there."
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