Post by ghost on Dec 31, 2007 17:45:32 GMT -5
Prologue Part 1
" Planet Sighted "
A circular, one-armed ship hovered between the dense layers of space, it's self-gravity generators manipulating the space and movement around it. The ship had, on a single can of Spaceballs the Fossil Fuel, propelled itself an unheard of number of lightyears in mere minutes.
The pilot, Captain Richard "Ghost" Harris, struggled to retain consciousness. He hated these space gigs, the thought of flying thousands of lightyears while confined in a small, tin tube of futuristic metal and lucky duck tape was what he was expected to be comforted by. He wasn't, and his superiors knew that fact as well, exploiting it for every ounce of amusement they could get each and every time he returned, only to be slapped with ANOTHER space assignment.
When he was 6, he always wanted to go into space. Everything about it from aliens, UFOS, robots. It had ALL sounded so cool! But now...
'Armstrong made it look easy'...he thought, clutching his forehead.
A red mug piping hot with freshly made caffiene intoxicated his nostrils. Caffiene, a substance rendered 10x as powerful as it's 21st century counterpart (Imagine it), was the stim pack of space jocks like himself. Naturally, as you would imagine, it was not for drinking. Caffiene was now the GASOLINE of the 34th century, that didn't make the URGE to consume it any less appealing though; Despite the 100% proven knowledge that the smallest, thinnest dose of it would kill you on the spot, the 5-second benefit of Superman-Flash abilities was enough to possess him. The truly agonizing catch was that after 5 seconds of godhood, you would die in the longest, most inhumane manner way possible for a human to cease it's existance.
Was all that pain worth not having to put up with the assholes at his job? He'd asked himself this same question many a time.
"Planet sighted." the inner-panel computer screen hummed, interrupting his thoughts.
Ghost leaned over his viewport console, blinding him was the sight of a magnificent, golden sphere sitting idly in the walls of space, spinning invisibly as unknown puppetmasters tugged at it...
---How was it?---
" Planet Sighted "
A circular, one-armed ship hovered between the dense layers of space, it's self-gravity generators manipulating the space and movement around it. The ship had, on a single can of Spaceballs the Fossil Fuel, propelled itself an unheard of number of lightyears in mere minutes.
The pilot, Captain Richard "Ghost" Harris, struggled to retain consciousness. He hated these space gigs, the thought of flying thousands of lightyears while confined in a small, tin tube of futuristic metal and lucky duck tape was what he was expected to be comforted by. He wasn't, and his superiors knew that fact as well, exploiting it for every ounce of amusement they could get each and every time he returned, only to be slapped with ANOTHER space assignment.
When he was 6, he always wanted to go into space. Everything about it from aliens, UFOS, robots. It had ALL sounded so cool! But now...
'Armstrong made it look easy'...he thought, clutching his forehead.
A red mug piping hot with freshly made caffiene intoxicated his nostrils. Caffiene, a substance rendered 10x as powerful as it's 21st century counterpart (Imagine it), was the stim pack of space jocks like himself. Naturally, as you would imagine, it was not for drinking. Caffiene was now the GASOLINE of the 34th century, that didn't make the URGE to consume it any less appealing though; Despite the 100% proven knowledge that the smallest, thinnest dose of it would kill you on the spot, the 5-second benefit of Superman-Flash abilities was enough to possess him. The truly agonizing catch was that after 5 seconds of godhood, you would die in the longest, most inhumane manner way possible for a human to cease it's existance.
Was all that pain worth not having to put up with the assholes at his job? He'd asked himself this same question many a time.
"Planet sighted." the inner-panel computer screen hummed, interrupting his thoughts.
Ghost leaned over his viewport console, blinding him was the sight of a magnificent, golden sphere sitting idly in the walls of space, spinning invisibly as unknown puppetmasters tugged at it...
---How was it?---