Futuristic The Children of Hope

KingofAesir · Apr 26, 2022

THEY GAVE US HOPE

"WARNING: COURSE INTERRUPT ; COLLISION IMMINENT ; CRYO_THAW IN PROGRESS. WARNING: COURSE INTERRUPT ; COLLISION IMMINENT ; CRYO_THAW IN PROGRESS. WARNING: COURSE INTERRUPT ; COLLISION IMMINENT ; CRYO_THAW IN PROGRESS. WARNING: COURSE INTERRUPT ; COLLISION IMMINENT ; CRYO_THAW .... COMPLETE."

Clck! KSHHHHH!

“What the-'' Captain Erixa Anahi’s first words in the Genesis galaxy were interrupted by the blaring sound of the ship's automated alarm shouting warnings. The captain was quick to her feet, stumbling out of the now open cryopod. The cryo-bay of the Hope was completely dark, flashing red warning lights, her only guide down the long, pod-lined hallway. The faces of sleeping colonists flashed briefly red from the lights through the glass windows of their pods, seeming almost menacing to the captain as she passed them in blurs. They might as well have been stone statues in their current state but the captain couldn’t help but imagine those closed eyes watching her, pleading with her to save them. Save them. Erixa lost her footing on weak legs and stumbled into a pod. When she looked up at the face of the man inside, his eyes were wide open, mouth agape as if was screaming. The captain fell backwards, frightened at the sight, but when she blinked he was still again as if nothing had happened. Captain Anahi shook her head, a side-effect of the abrupt thaw. Must be. They’d talked about that in her briefings, hadn’t they? How being asleep for years, centuries, could mess with a person's head. Right, that had to be it, just side-effects. Erixa forced herself back up off the ground, wobbly legs carrying her down the flashing hall again. Into the pit.

“Ego, what the hell is going on?” The doors to the bridge of the ship flew open with a resounding “whoosh!” and Erixa rushed through them. The bridge was as dark as the cryo bay had been, flashing red lights illuminating only second long glimpses to the deep space outside. The AI didn’t answer.

“Ego! Answer me!” The captain bolted to a console, running her hands over every switch and button she could find, it lit up. Erixa’s hands moved with precise, fluid skill across the holographic interface. The ship had hit something, the residential area had taken a hard hit and it looked like there was a hole in the hull. The captain thought back to all those thousands of sleeping faces and sucked in a deep breath of air. They hadn’t left the home just to die, they could’ve done that just as well in the Milky Way. They’d come here to survive. To live, and to hell if she was going to let any one of them not realize that dream.

“EGO!” The lights blinked and then flared on. The captain blinked away the sudden change as her eyes adjusted, and what she was met with knocked the breath out of her lungs. “By the stars-” The Hope was drifting in the view of an orange dwarf, a planet that looked almost entirely covered in green in orbit in front of her. This was it. They’d found something, there was a chance this could be home. There was hope.

“Collision is no longer imminent, Captain. We have escaped a rather dense cluster of meteors. I was briefly taken offline.” Ego’s robotic voice floated through the speakers and Erixa breathed a deep sigh of relief.

“Where-how long has it been?” The captain questioned the AI.

“It is normal to be disoriented and confused after cryo-sleep. It has been eight hundred and thirteen years since you left the Milky Way, the year is three thousand and seventy-six , we appear to have landed in a completely new galaxy. I’ve named this solar system the Arnia Expanse, as per the request of the Armaranth Corporation.” Ego rattled off the info it deemed necessary and quieted once again. Erixa leaned on her hands against the console in front of her.

“Eight hundred- damn. I’m old as shit.” The captain laughed shortly before pushing herself up again and going to work. There were errors everywhere. Damaged cryo-pods. Complete blocks that couldn’t be opened.

“Ego, I can’t wake my team, what’s going on?”

“Apologies, Captain, but I’m afraid there are too many damaged areas of the cryo bay to open much of the pods. We were lucky you were able to be woken at all.”

“Who can I wake then? If not my people?”

“It appears that the only colony team that can be woken at this present moment is…Janus.”

“Fucking hell. Only one? They're going to have to be enough.” The captain ran a hand down her face, “Okay, okay, wake them up and tell them to get their asses to the bridge stat. We have a planet to scout.” Erixa turned back toward the view. This planet, this first one, they would call it Elpis. Captain Anahi had always had a fondness for the Greeks and their myths, Elpis, the spirit of hope. The spirit that would be the only thing driving any of them for years to come. Yes, that would be a fitting name.

In the cryo bay, several pods were being warmed and opened one-by-one and Ego was there to greet them all. These people, members of Colony Team Janus, another Greek name, a god of duality of change, had been brought here with the mission to find a home for their block. Since the cryo pods of a majority of the other teams were unable to be opened, Janus’ job had just gotten exponentially more important.

“Good morning, Janus. Welcome.” Ego’s voice would be the first thing they heard, “Captain Anahi has requested the presence of all of you on the bridge with haste, if you are feeling ill, please use the waste disposals in your pods as to not dirty the floors. Thank you, stars blessings.”

They were here. They’d made it. Now it was the hard part.

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GENESIS.

AND LEFT US ALONE

Winona · Apr 26, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Tripp Maverick Captain ID No : PH-10322 D.O.B : 08/17/2233 Mood : Fu-- Location : Bay >> Bridge Random text: Captain Maverick's first action was a deep exhale through his nostrils -- he'd been inhaling, trying to calm nerves that he'd insist that he didn't have about this whole mission when they'd started the cryogen shit, so he'd been in that pod, holding his breath for 800 years. As he exhaled, his dark eyes snapped open, and Tripp was ready.

The door to his pod open with a satisfying pop, and he blinked out into the area before him. Just across the way from him was his second in command, but to Tripp, the girl was nothing but a fucking child. He'd held that sentiment when he'd first met her and the rest of his crew, and he held that sentiment even now. How were they supposed to be successful when their fates were resting on the shoulders of a girl younger than have his crew?

“Good morning, Janus. Welcome.” Ego’s voice sounded around them, and as Ego continued to speak, Tripp took this moment to step out of his pod. His boot on the chilled tile floors sounded across the area, and he glanced towards the ceiling -- as if he were looking towards where Ego's voice was coming from.

“Captain Anahi has requested the presence of all of you on the bridge with haste, if you are feeling ill, please use the waste disposals in your pods as to not dirty the floors. Thank you, stars blessings.”

Of course, they'd be called to command right away. There would be no chance to gather their bearings -- everyone would just have to come out of centuries of cryo-sleep. Although there was a vague feeling of weakness in his legs, Maverick didn't let that shine through. He stood with authority.

"Demari," he barked, his hands readjusting his jacket. "Get the rest of the crew--" he paused mid-sentence when the sound of someone retching nearby caused him to let out a heavy sigh and glance down the way to see Flery, bent over, sick on the floor. His dark eyes closed for a moment, and then as his gaze reopened, he looked around until his gaze locked on Nina -- he didn't see the actual doctor -- and he called out; "Nina, can you and the doctor handle that?" He asked with a tilt of his head towards Flery, before turning his attention back to Demari.

"Well, the crew that's being... slower. Round them up and get the crew moving." With a heavy hand, he patted Demari's shoulder, then Tripp turned and started his way out of the area their pods were contained in.

Sure, he should've stayed back to keep an eye on the rest of his crew and get them fucking moving, but something felt off to him. Granted, he was sure that he shouldn't have necessarily heard everyone else as they were being awoken, but still, it was just... when he'd gone to sleep hundreds of years prior, he remembered feeling as if the ship were alive. And there were thousands of people aboard the ship.

Surely there'd be some noise.

Scouting ahead, Tripp didn't bother really waiting for anyone else to accompany him before he started out of the cryopod bay and towards the bridge -- but as he started out, he started to grow sicker to his stomach by the minute as that feeling of uneasiness refused to edge away.

There was something wrong. There should've been noise by now.

He continued to pick up pace, right up until his footsteps came to an abrupt stop as he started pass the residential units, and he caught sight of the damage. Ego had tried its best to repair the ship, but the forcefield that was pieced over the damage didn't do anything to hide the wreckage.

And then, it started to make sense -- why there was nothing but silence and stillness throughout the rest of the ship. There was a new sense of urgency that rushed through Tripp's veins, but the captain found that at the moment, he was frozen in his spot, surveying the damage.

"What the fuck happened..." he whispered under his breath.

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A new beginning

KingofAesir · Apr 27, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Dex Bellamy Sergeant First Class ID No : PH-10923 D.O.B : 4-21-2234 Mood : Great fuck this Location : PHS Hope Residential Bay Random text: It was raining. No, pouring. It was thunder and lightning and gunfire. The rain hurt as it smacked against her armor. No, not rain, diamonds. This was Jupiter, it rained diamonds on Jupiter. Wait, but that meant. No. Dex whirled around to find a familiar face at her back. Behind his helmet, she could see startlingly blue eyes, as blue as the diamonds falling from the sky. He grinned at her, teeth bright behind the glass of his face plate. Dex wanted to scream, wanted to yell at him to turn around, to stop being an idiot and remember they were in the middle of active combat. But she couldn’t nothing came out of her mouth. She only smiled back. Elex was insufferable and she loved that about him. Loved lots of things about him, the way he smiled, the way he made her laugh even at the worst of times, and his skill with a rifle. Just him. So he grinned his crooked grin, rail rifle clutched in his hands and Dex grinned back.

It rained diamonds on Jupiter the day the the love of her life died. She hated diamonds.

Their armor was red on Jupiter the day the love of her life died. She hated red.

She hated Jupiter.

The sound of whoosing and clicking pulled her out of her painful dreams. Dream. She was dreaming that was right. Dreaming. She’d been asleep for…well she didn’t know how long yet. It only made sense that she would have dreamed. Or maybe they weren’t dreams, more like nightmares. Terrible, horrible repeating nightmares. But she didn’t have time to ruminate on her nightmares right now. There was an AI voice floating through the speakers talking about the captain and she was stumbling out of a cryopod next to her other crewmates. They were being woken up, suddenly any grogginess that Dex had been suffering from previously had been completely eradicated. They were…well they were somewhere, had to be. She shot up on only slightly wobbly legs and stretched her arms above her head to pop her back. It did pop, with a very satisfying crack too. The sound of retching caught her attention and she turned to see Jase puking up his guts directly on the floor of the cryo bay.

“There’s disposal in the pods for a reason, Flery.” Dex passed by him and gave him a brief pat on the shoulder before following Maverick out of cryo and leaving the rest of their crew behind, Ambrosia could handle them, she was well enough at that. Her footsteps fell in sync with the captain’s and after a few seconds of walking she became increasingly aware that their footsteps were the only thing that Dex could hear. That wasn’t right. It was entirely too quiet, almost eerie. Dex sucked in a breath, and put her head on a swivel. That swivel didn’t seem to be much needed anyway, because it was suddenly made very clear just what exactly was the problem. There was a massive hole in the hull of the ship, straight through the bulkhead, that had been haphazardly covered by a makeshift forcefield by Ego. That’s why it was quiet. No one was awake. They couldn’t wake up a bunch of colonists with holes in their ship. She and Maverick both stopped short, taking in their surroundings. He made his surprise known verbally and Dex followed suit soon after.

“Nothing good. Ego,” The AI voiced its acknowledgement of her call, “What happened?”

“Sorry about the mess, Sergeant Bellamy, but we ran into a few problems on arrival. A meteor cluster was in the way of our course and I wasn’t able to correct our course before significant damage was done.” Dex turned to Tripp, eyebrows raised as Ego continued, “A large portion of the pods were damaged, including the captain's team. Luckily, your team was completely unharmed…almost.” Wonderful. They just got here and the problems were already beginning.

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A new beginning

hery · Apr 27, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Cinco Séptimo Crew Psychologist ID No : ST-66260 D.O.B : 11-19-2235 Mood : Ok! Location : Res Bay Random text: There were about several thousand more people locked in fridges than there were foolproof plans, but by God was this happening. Cinco peered to his left, then his right, drenched in a cold sweat at the thought of abandoning his allotted place in time to encroach upon another. But what did he know? Philosophy wasn't going to keep humanity from going to extinct. Big, frigid chambers were.

Cinco's heart thumped wildly as he stared into his bed for the next millennium. He reached a hand out to feel its smooth, steely sides, noting that his fingers were trembling like he'd been severely overcaffeinated. If only it were that simple.

"I still think about all those times you complained about the cold of Dad's office," the overwrought psychologist spoke dryly, glancing up at his younger sister. A smile went with the joke, but it was only out of habit. He hadn't the capacity to truly, consciously form a happy face. His eyes darted back and forth between the pod and Nina, widened with restlessness due to the weight of this moment.

He knew he was stalling. He exchanged a few more words with his sister, issued a silent prayer for the safety of their already-frozen parents, and stepped into the pod. It shut tightly, filling with pressurized air. He hated how comfortable it was. He hated how, for the first time in his life, not a single neuron in his brain would be active. Not one. Could he even call himself a person at that point?

There's no capturing that emotion as accurately as an ice cold portrait of 813 years can. Resting on Cinco's face were wide eyes and flared nostrils desperately trying to maintain his cool while the cool maintained him. The man's consciousness began to fade, the very last thought on his mind the image of his family reunited in safety.

Kshhh...
Immediately, a bout of extreme tension seized Cinco's body. He wasn't given much time before the cryopod was being opened, politely beckoning him to step forth into what humanity could only hope was (is? will be?) the far future. And so, he lifted his body out, buckling as his joints simultaneously wobbled and cracked like he'd ran a marathon then slept for a week twenty times over.

Ego's voice echoed from all around, cutting like a knife through the haze in Cinco's mind. Though he could remember his thoughts just moments before he was frozen in time, the fact that they were distinctly distant did well to scramble his cognitive processes.

Right... the bridge. Everyone around seemed to be waking up, too, but Cinco had his eyes on the people already leaving the room. There were about a million things to confirm now that they were out, but the first thing that jumped to the forefront of his mind was everyone else. The rest of the human race, packed like single-serving sardines in one big ship, included some people very important to Cinco. Exempli gratia, a certain world-renowned mom and dad scientist duo.

He knew his mother's cryostasis was set to be a little more permanent than the others, but who knows? Maybe someone woke up and discovered a cure for her otherwise incurable degenerative disease. The glass is half full and that's that.

Almost entirely ignoring the rest of his crew and loose protocol, Cinco gave Nina's pod one last glance and pushed past everyone else out the chamber. He had to see for himself. Given the unexpected message from Ego and that detached look on Dex's face, the true battle was just beginning.

Weak from his slumber, Cinco held onto the wall as his body cried for a moment to adjust to the dynamic world once more. He was in no shape to catch up to the first two to dart out down the hall toward the bridge, unmistakably investigating the nerve-wracking feeling everyone knew was in the air. Something unexpected happened not only because it was bound to, but because the entire place was too silent. There were no alarms, no crowds, no more announcements... nothing to indicate anything had happened in the slightest.

That was until he laid eyes upon the anomaly.

A section of the ship was torn to pieces and crudely patched by an emergency forcefield. A gasp that came from mighty Tripp and the bloody, piercing mass of sheer silence wriggled deeper into Cinco's middle ear cavity.

"What is this?" he demanded, rushing toward the edge of the barrier. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest, locked in a crushing vice grip. "Where is everyone else? What's the status on Cardea Block?"

He instinctively slowed his breathing and tried his best to firm up his posture even if the sweat racing down his face told a story of extreme dismay. It wasn't like Cinco to lose himself over any unexpected event, but this... this was unexpected in a completely unexpected way. Ego wasn't making sense. Well, actually, it was, and that was the worst part. Now he was a little queasy, too.

Steadying his shaky voice, he proceeded. "Is there anyone here who has a read on this? Preferably not one of the T.V. dinners." He knew he was asking too many questions. He knew no one would answer him straight. But can you blame a man of science?

Ego's initial message repeated in his mind. He contemplated for a moment, then came to a stern conclusion. "So Anahi is in the bridge. I need to go." Cinco's one-track mind was filled with thoughts of utter dismay. So, without a second's delay, he hastily took off from the scene and staggered down the corridor, his recovering body a jumbled mess of wobbling limbs.

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A new beginning

demonology · Apr 27, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Daedalus Tate Geneticist ID No : MS-031580 D.O.B : 03/15/2240 Mood : Confused Location : Res Bay Random text: "When you find yourself bored on whatever new planet you end up on, make me."

"Goodbye, Nelle."

"Goodbye!"

Dae powered off his watch, hearing the static of Nelle's simulated breathing cut off with a stark finality. There was silence, at least to them. No other words made sense, and they decided to enter the pod without much fanfare at all. The only people important to him had already bit them adieu. In particular, his mother's grave waved him goodbye, his father's was ignored, and Nelle whispered words of encouragement. She'd be there when he awoke, and he'd give his best friend a proper body to explore the new world with him.

Placing their watch in the sealed compartment outside of their pod, they fluffed their hair before easing into the pod. Daedalus liked to think of the cryo-sleep oncoming as a sort of trial run for death. Logically, he knew this was not the case, but his morbid curiosity preferred that to the fear of never waking up again.

The insurmountability of centuries, plural, hit them. Their mom would not longer be a skeleton, if she existed at all. Memories of his existence would be long gone, and the adoring weirdos that theorized about his life and his work would no longer exist. Their place as an imminent scientific figure would be forgotten, replaced with the potential to foster a new planet with new coworkers to admire and have admire him. Worst of all, Earth would be a memory to the universe, and something about this notion struck Daedalus.

As sleep overtook them, the image of the floaty sea off the coast of Maine lulled them. His father was on a boat, fishing, and he sat at the bar at the diner his mom worked at. They were seven, and the sun was setting. The end.

A shuddered, pitched gasp. The pod's door popped open, unsealing them like a pop can. It was a first breath, and Dae was reborn. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he blinked rapidly, slow to awake. The captain was shouting orders.

Unknowing of the emergency, Daedalus sat up with a decrepit slowness akin to a magical skeleton. A dead body too waterlogged for the funeral. First and foremost, they put on their watch, turning it back on for the first time in 800 years. It was a shock that it even worked, but thankfully, it did.

"Dae!" their best friend exclaimed.

"Nelle," he acknowledged with a mild, sleepy smile. "I believe we're nearing our new home."

"And my new body?"

"Yes..." They trailed off, images of Nelle's falsified corpse back on Earth flashing through Daedalus's subconscious as they took stock of the hastened pace of those around them. "Hold on," Dae mumbled before turning off the watch and silencing Nelle's excitement.

Daedalus spotted the man he recognized as the psychologist. They followed, tripping and almost falling onto their weak limbs. Taking it slow, they eventually arrived at the bay, noting the destruction.

This was their new beginning? he thought as the stars loomed just beyond the forcefield. "I am not leaving a good review for this flight," they quipped, studying the people around them.

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A new beginning

Feral · Apr 27, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Ambrosia Demari Second-In-Command ID No : IF-235H2D D.O.B : 1/10/2238 Mood : Sigh Location : Residential Bay Random text: Ambrosia Demari's eyes shot wide the moment she was taken out of that deplorable state of cryosleep, 800 years. That was long for a human, but for the world? Not so much. Humans were insignificant specks in the world after all. They could only do their best and hoped they changed things, were they awake for that change, what was going on? How could she help?

The second she could, she stepped out of the pod, did her legs ache and her lungs hurt? Of course, they hurt like shit. She wouldn't let that stop her from working. She stiffed into a professional position when she saw her captain. She was well aware he saw her as a child. As long as it didn't affect her job she didn't care what he thought. No one understood the work she had put in to get this far, to most she was just a child of a Federation head. They did not understand she was raised for this life, for these jobs. It did not matter.

She listened quietly to Ego, the thing would talk and then he would talk, she did not need to make talk, if he needed something he would say it. She quickly stretched as the Ai mentioned a request, if she needed to move she would.

She hated her last name. Especially when it was said in that tone, she had heard it one too many times, but once again, she would just have to deal with it, "The crew will be up and ready by the time you get back." She stated, the words rolling off her tongue in her smooth accent. She glanced at the person who puke. Eugh. They'd have to clean that as best they could.

She watched the Sergeant first-class follow after the Captain. She... She did wonder if the only reason she became second in command was because of nepotism, but if it was so she would rise to the role, plus she didn't think the captain was very good at peaceful negotiation, but that may just be her dislike
of being treated like a child and might be a bias she has, she would have to keep her eyes on her own prejudices.

She took in a breath and stated in her usual slow ear-catching voice, that she knew got people's attention and made them listen at least for a moment, "Everyone who has not gone to the deck, please come to me and report your status." She pulled a notebook that she had kept on her suit and clicked her pen, "Remember to stretch while you wait. It helps." She gave them a tight smile, empathy mixed with professionalism, that would hopefully work.

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A new beginning

Soap · Apr 27, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Nina Séptimo Crew medic ID No : ST-72835 D.O.B : 05-15-2232 Mood : Not ok! Location : Res Bay Random text: A breath.

That’s all that was between 800 years ago and now.

Roughly nine and a half lifetimes passed and Nina was still here, awaking as if it’d been a normal cat-nap.

Her eyes fluttered open as the doors did, Nina took in her surroundings at first, and for the moment she believed there was a malfunction somewhere, was she even supposed to be awake yet?

The silence was almost deafening besides the light shuffles and footfalls that were in her immediate vicinity, which had brought her some relief that she wasn’t the only one awake.

She hadn’t ever been in cyro, she didn’t know what to expect beyond what she’d learned and studied– knowing her mother’s situation, Nina had done extensive research on cyro, the main reason being the ability to stop a progressive disease from getting worse.

“Good morning, Janus. Welcome.”

Welcome.

Nina repeated in her head, blinking a few times.

“Captain Anahi has requested the presence of all of you on the bridge with haste, if you are feeling ill, please use the waste disposals in your pods as to not dirty the floors. Thank you, stars blessings.”

Her gaze bounced to almost all of the pods, looking for someone in particular and once her eyes had found their mark, a slight sense of relief had filled her veins from the sight of her older brother walking towards the bridge with Maverick and Dex.

Nina would’ve moved to follow when Flery had buckled, throwing up— well, acid mainly but that didn’t mean the smell wasn’t there.

They’d been asleep for so long, it was likely their bodies had digested almost everything before cyro, not to mention they weren’t allowed to eat anything twelve hours before to avoid…

Huh.

Maybe he skipped that rule.

"Nina, can you and the doctor handle that?"

Nina was up before her body could fully handle it, stumbling to her feet and held onto the pod, regaining and mustering up some strength, allowing her body to catch up to her mind before heading over to Flery, handing over a towel that'd conveniently been placed under the pod’s storage along with a small pen light.

The light moved back and forth from Flery’s pupils, dilating as they should.

“Nausea is a common side effect of cryostasis with abrupt thaw— shortness of breath with prolonged physical activity before recovery, accelerated heartbeat, are you lightheaded? Any sharp pains? Heart attacks aren’t likely but—“

Then Nina froze, she’d seen the captain, she’d seen second in command, their engineer, scientist… Cinco, but…

Zero?

The empty pod had caught her eye and a glance towards the others, Nina had assumed he’d awoken already. Black spots began to appear in her vision and she had blinked them away. Loss of vision was also a side-effect, but thankfully it wasn’t permanent.

“How are you feeling? Any visions? Are you seeing anything you feel like you shouldn’t?” She asked Flery, pocketing the penlight and maneuvering around the contents of his stomach, Nina had reached into a dock that’d been holding multiple tablets and she powered it on, scrolling through the list of cyro patients.

Peter S. STATUS: STABLE:
Patient is stable.
➪ click to see past updates: ADMIN: EGO: 29382: DATE: 01/04/3038 ADMIN: EGO 29483 DATE: 03/29/2938

She eyed her father's files for a mere moment before swiping over to the next.

Valeria S. STATUS: CAUTION
Patient is in near-critical condition. Multiple genetic anomalies detected.
➪ click to see past updates: ADMIN: EGO: 23843 DATE: 09/01/3076: ADMIN: EGO 29483 DATE: 08/29/3076:

Her lips thinned when Nina had tapped into the past updates tab. Reading the notes that Ego had made from her progress. The disease hadn't progressed further but there'd been a few incidents where cryo had detected the disease. All in all, her mother was stable despite the many warnings and as long as she wasn't... woken up any time soon, they shouldn't have any problems.

A last glance was sent towards Zero's pod before typing away on the virtual keyboard

Dr. Malcolm Zero: ERROR: 28373

ERROR: DNA ANOMALY DETECTED. PLEASE CHECK POD.

“Anomaly…” She whispered, her gaze flitted over to Malcolm's pod before the others.

13… 14… 15…

Flery, Cinco, Bellamy, Maverick, Dae, Z, Ambrosia–

Nina continued to piece together the people of Janus. Only their team was awake.

Fifteen.

Nina locked eyes with a younger boy, her brows furrowed in confusion.

She knew most of the team, if not by face– by name.

The numbers didn’t add up.

Fifteen pods.

Fifteen people.

One was missing... and one of them she didn’t recognize.

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A new beginning

Kitsune2202 · Apr 27, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Nubia Lazuli Engineer ID No : ME- 52202 D.O.B : 05/27/2229 Mood : Confused Location : Bay -> Bridge Random text: A new beginning... hope. These were the things promised to them and Nubia had placed her faith in just that. Was that faith well placed? Only time would tell and it was certainly too late now to turn back.

As her pod released her and her eyes fluttered open for the first time in over 800 years she couldn't help but feel light headed. Dazed and trying to gather her thoughts, and baring's. It truly was a shock to the system and she had no idea how it would feel before entering other then what they'd been told in pre-ops.

“Good morning, Janus. Welcome.” The voice rang as a clear reminder even though it shouldn't have been that difficult to focus considering to her...only moments had passed since she closed her eyes and let go. It was Ego, that much she could wrap her head around, “Captain Anahi has requested the presence of all of you on the bridge with haste, if you are feeling ill, please use the waste disposals in your pods as to not dirty the floors. Thank you, stars blessings.”
With haste huh? Damn a girl couldn't get a moment could she? Nope! She knew she'd be put to work immediately it came with the job she supposed. Though she was quite sure in the briefings that it wouldn't be this sudden. Perhaps she misunderstood something along the way.

She took another deep breath to center herself before stepped out of the pod. Her legs and arms felt like jelly which was odd for her since she tended to keep physically fit. The weakness of not using them in a lil over half a millennium took it's toll. She wasn't going to let a little sleepy muscles get the better of her tho. She took a moment to shake them out and roll her head. Sure the AI said 'with haste' but what good would she be all stiff or worse too jittery to be worth while? Last thing anyone could afford was a mechanic with a shaky hand. Almost as bad as a doctor honestly.

Speaking of Doctor and getting to work where was Zyra or Zero? She remembered Zyra's pod being next to hers before they stepped in. Before she had another moment to check on those thoughts she noticed from the corner of her eyes some of the others already trailing out in a blaze. There was also another one...puking...ew. Seeing them made her stomach start to knot up and get all queasy. She needed to get out of here before she started throwing up too.

"Everyone who has not gone to the deck, please come to me and report your status." She heard the second in commands voice ring, but she disregarded it. Not because of her age or anything like that, simply she was pumped to get out and away...especially from the puke. She was already on her way that counted as being on deck right? Right. Zyra would surely catch up soon. Or even better she could catch up with her younger brother Omari!

He was hands down the person who matter most on this ship to her. He was the only family she had left. They both had to say good-bye to their parents back on earth which was bittersweet. It's hard letting go of everything and everyone you've ever known...but there was also this sense of freedom that came along with it. That rush was enough for her to even consider joining this mission. Well that and escaping her ex-husband who may or may not have aided in Earth's demise by helping out Mars.

Yah her husband was a traitor...not something she's proud of ooooor ever gonna wanna talk about.

Now the only unrealistically high expectations she'd be forced to live up to were her captain's. That's an upgrade right? Either way she was grinning the whole time with excitement... until she noticed that there probably should be a lot more murmurs and chatting. While she heard the opening of the pods around her when she first awoke she didn't hear anymore after and there definitely should've been more. Her eyes scanned the instruments as she walked curious as to why considering it was also odd that the message said to get to the bridge with Haste... there was no way everyone received that same message just for logistical reasons. So why her? If anything she figured her first station would've been a maintenance one with the other mechanics to check and make sure there weren't any....

Damages...

Her eyes went wide as she noticed the giant gapping hole in the hull of the ship. Arriving just behind the others to hear Egos explanation and Cinco's flurry of questions that honestly ran through her mind too. Along with the thought, 'am I going to have to fix that?' and 'how many others are being woken up to help??"
She didn't even notice Cinco dash off because her mind instantly then flew to her brother. It took everything in her to fight the urge to rush towards his colony where his pod was. He was however in a different crew then her so the better option was simply to check the status on one of the screens. She thought about asking Ego, but chances were she'd just be directed back to the mission at hand about getting to the bridge.

Ugh! How were thing already a hot mess? Cold mess? Whatever! She rushed to the closest control panel tablet off the wall and logged in so she could 1. check on her brother's status since the words “A large portion of the pods were damaged..." were on repeat in her mind. 2. to check just how bad the damages where and have an idea forming in her head before she got to the bridge on how to help fix it because if they were the only or one of the only teams being woken up right now they'd need a solid plan.

"Ego, status report on damages. I need specs." She typed in her password to gain access to the schematics of the ship. She swirled her fingertips across the map as she walked briskly towards the bridge arriving shortly after those before her.

Damn...a girl really can't catch a break.

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A new beginning

a z u l a · Apr 28, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Zyra. Life Support Engineer ID No : ME-626 D.O.B : 12/23/2237 Mood : Hangry! Location : Res Bay -> Bridge Random text: Waking up in a pod wasn't entirely new to the test-tube baby, but somehow, waking from Cryo was worse than Z had anticipated. For starters, Zyra was fucking starving. Not literally, of course, because her body functions had been entirely frozen, but Z was still certain that if she didn't get food in her stomach asap, she might haul off and hit somebody.

Secondly, despite the rapid thawing, the cold had seeped into the very fiber of her bones. It felt the same as when you played outside in the rain for too long, the kind of shiver that took hours of sitting by the fireplace to fully warm. And most annoying of all, was that stupid robot.

Still trying to shake the cold from her inside, Z ignored the AI's voice in favor of looking around her colony at the familiar faces emerging. There was that hard-ass captain of theirs, already barking orders at them like dogs. Then there was, well whoever that was losing their lunch on the floor, but on the bright side it brought her attention to the hot doctor next.

Before she could entertain any thoughts about attractive medical professionals, Mr. High and Mighty was ordering them to move out. Being called to the bridge right away wasn't a good sign, and Zyra briefly wondered if there was even a chance of her getting a quick snack before having to save the entire population of the ship.

It wasn't likely. With heavy feet, Z set off after their captain, ignoring the ache in her bones because she knew that whatever was going on likely required the assistance of the engineer in charge of keeping all of these idiots alive. The absence of noise was her first sign that something was wrong, and if the lack of people wasn't a clue, then the giant fucking hole in the ship was.

Somehow, Zyra knew that this would be her responsibility to fix. They couldn't wake the others with damage this large, that was an easy conclusion. Immediately Z's brain went into work mode, because if there was one good thing about being raised for the sole purpose of work, it was that there was no one better at this job than her. Compartmentalizing the fear was easy, too busy focusing on the aspects of the repair to succumb to the overwhelming panic and existential crisis that she was sure the others were feeling.

"Ego, I need a report on our system functions, stat." Zyra addressed the A.I. as she inspected the forcefield currently holding the wreckage. Nubia had already requested a damage report, which meant Z could focus on making sure that the rest of the ship was stable. This was bad, but it could become so much worse if they didn't begin fixing it right away. If they were the only crew awake, that meant that she and Nubia were the only engineers at the ready.

Only two women stood between the end of humanity and its salvation at the moment. The white men who had once ruled Earth would be rolling in their graves.

"Fucking idiots didn't prepare for a bunch of space rock. Figures." She grumbled as she finished her assessments, deciding that this could wait until they'd spoken to Anahi.

"I hope the food doesn't suck too much." She remarked to Nubia as they set off towards the bridge and their awaiting captain.

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A new beginning

0k_mang0 · Apr 29, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Beverly "Boey" Baolin Pilot • Officer ID No. BB-800R2 D.O.B 05 • 04 • 2240 Mood oh dang Location uh... wherever the crew is now Random text: The day before the freeze, Boey had a meal with her family one last time.

It was in Nolan’s apartment because the air quality that day wasn’t great to have a proper outdoor picnic (again). Nolan was out somewhere, mainly not to interrupt her time with them, but he would return in an hour and eat leftovers with her later. Food covered the surface of the small round table, most of them being takeouts and a couple were old family recipes she attempted.

On the edge across from her, two small pictures faced Boey—her two parents in one frame and her older brother in the second, all with their carefree smiles, all frozen in time in their own peaceful moments. Out of respect, two saucer plates were placed in front of them, each filled with small portions of their favorites. Those were left untouched.

She called Nolan to come back home thirty minutes early. The place was too quiet for her to eat. Not a big deal though, obviously.

Her nerves were restless the next day, more than the previous few weeks leading up to it. It was just excitement. She worked her butt off to be part of the flight team, be one of the best pilots working with the best.

How often has someone as young as Boey Baolin been chosen to travel deep into outer space?

Well, sure, she didn’t really fly a ship most of the time, being in cryo-sleep for several centuries and all. But still, she was waking up now. She was finally getting her chance, or… she would at some point. She’d rack up promotions from who knows how many missions, and eventually be the captain or commander of her own starship.

Watch out, Captain Mavvy. Boey’s about to take your job.

Kidding, kidding. Boey wasn’t cunning enough to do that. Her work ethic is impeccable, just as long as you focus out some disciplinary strikes she’d had in the past. Like one or two minor strikes. They kept referring to her epic skills as “reckless” and/or “impulsive”, even though she still completed tests with flying (pardon the pun) colors, no sim-dummy’s life lost along the way. It’s whatever.

Okay, okay. Girl, keep your focus on what’s happening now. Like not throwing up like the other guy.

She almost did. Upon stumbling out of her own pod in barely two steps out, her body suddenly felt like plucked out-of-tuned bass strings, pitchy ringing going through both her ears. She leaned against the frame of her pod. She shut her eyes to stop the world from shaking.

Thirty seconds passed, or probably a little longer, the wave of nausea vanished. No bodily fluids came out of her—she didn’t eat or drink anything in the several hours prior to the freezing, fortunately.

A nearby pod hissed and clicked. It was her best bud Nolan’s turn now. Walking to his direction, Boey thought about a half dozen different ways she could gloat for waking up before him. The door was fully opened by the time she stood in front of his pod.

It took her ten seconds to realize Nolan wasn’t moving out.

Nervously, she peeked over her shoulders, hoping no one noticed anything unusual at their spot. The last thing this crew needed was one of theirs to die on the first day. Just let the only problem be vomit on the floor.

She muttered a prayer to whoever, whatever powerful celestial force could be listening from out there and had any sympathy for either of these two weirdos. Goddammit, Nolly

“Please don’t be dead,” Boey said under her breath. “This is such a lame way for you to die.”

It was like watching one of those ancient computers that boot up in a painfully slow snail-pace. Boey knew how much he disliked being teased as a “half-cyborg/computer” due to his spinal implant, but she hoped Nolan wouldn’t crash at the last minute.

Three minutes passed since his pod opened.

Maybe she should run and find Nolan’s old restored music box thingy—what was it called again? An ePod? Running-Man? Slip headphones on him, play his favorite weird music from ancient times, like the Beatles or Talking Heads, whatever boring, lame stuff that Nolan liked listening to for some reason.

Thinking about Nolan’s Boomer Banger music almost made her want to go back to sleep for another century. Maybe Boey should just blast her favorite not-boring classic in his ears—Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face”. It worked for another guy a long time ago. Thinking about that song, she was tempted to poke his face, but she didn’t want to make him have a seizure-like reaction from just a flick of his nose. She didn't know what kind of side effects he'd have from his defrosting.

She probably shouldn't have been standing so close in front of him. Just as she turned, a large hand shot out from the pod and grabbed her arm.

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A new beginning

0k_mang0 · Apr 29, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning V. Nolan Corporal • Recon • Security ID No. AO-5H131D D.O.B 12 • 21 • 2237 Mood it's fine, i'm fine Location Res Bay Random text: Paresthesia.

That was the first thing Vesper Nolan felt. The pins-and-needles prickle that surged under his skin like a chill. that started from his toes and now crawling up to his legs. Then he felt it materialize on the tips of his fingers and slowly creeping up his arms.

He heard something hiss. A very light breeze touched his face. How long had it been since the door opened, a minute? Two minutes? Three? It felt more like hours. Or years, that seemed more appropriate.

A familiar voice spoke to him, but it sounded so far away. Wake up… Yeah, that’s what he was trying to do, but he couldn’t move anything, not even his eyes that were still closed. At least he was breathing.

Maybe it was the cybernetic implants grafted along his spinal column. He must’ve been thinking a little too hard to move his body, because when he thought of shifting one foot by a centimeter, a sharp jolt pierced through the back of his neck.

An invisible defibrillator, that’s what it felt like. Or a taser to the nape. He heart was racing so fast, he was worried it would burst out of his chest. He thought every bit of his neurons uncomfortably pulsed for a hot second.

He gasped. Was he trying to breathe in or out? He wasn’t sure.

Nolan hadn’t meant to grab Boey by her arm, but she was the closest thing he could reach. His sudden awakening had jump-scared her, but thankfully, she held onto him well enough to stop him from collapsing on the floor. Nolan was still on his feet, but barely. His limbs still felt mostly numb. Pins and needles.

“You’re okay, buddy. You’re okay,” Boey said, almost dragging Nolan to the closest wall for him to lean against. She watched him blink hard a dozen times as if his eyes were too sensitive for the lighting. “Can you hear me, Nolly? How’re you doing over there?”

“I taste coconut and copper in my mouth,” Nolan croaked. His first words after 800-plus years. “And don’t call me that.”

Boey let out a relieved chuckle. “Awesome, you’re not dead. Hey, what color’s that sign over there?”

“Orange?”

Boey pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. “That’s actually blue. Although, I could be wrong, too. Maybe temporary color blindness is another side effect. Or it’s just you.” She gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder, which almost knocked him over. She murmured an apology.

Jokes aside, she asked him if he’d be all right. “Yeah… yeah, I’m fine,” Nolan said. He waved her hand away when she tried to reach out and steady him again. Eight centuries later and he’s still stubborn. Typical. “Where’s Mom?”

Nolan’s mother, Boey's adoptive mom, Dr. Lyra Batiste, one of the starship’s scientists, was still in her cryo-pod, still frozen. The majority of the passengers were still frozen, they were just realizing now.

There’s a classic phrase for being surrounded by a foreboding scene like this, but Nolan and Boey refrained themselves from saying it aloud.

Nolan insisted his adopted little sister move ahead to the bridge as Ego mentioned. He’d catch up later once the numbness buzzing through his legs wasn’t offsetting his motor skills. No point in arguing during urgent orders. A hesitant Boey followed her crewmates, walking a wide arch around the puke zone.

Leaning against the wall on one side, Nolan patted the middle part of his back. He carefully stretched his limbs, as he heard Ambrosia Demari advised; his stiff joints gave out soft cracks, including from his neck. He had expected this part of the unfreezing not to be great. He needed to quickly remind his body how to walk right again. For the third time. Baby steps.

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A new beginning

Feral · Apr 29, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning null 404 rank not found ID No : error D.O.B : ?/?/???? Mood : OH GOD OH FUCK Location : Residential Bay Random text: How did he get here? How did he get HERE? He was, where was he? What was going on? Who was the voice speaking out? His raspy breath quickened, his eyes watered, and his legs shook. What was going on? What w— He recognized this place. This was that ship— The hope or something— that Six had worked on, but that meant... He wracked his brains, he passed out. He remembers. There was too much blood and he fainted but that meant he should have just... Woken up or died. Was this death?

It made sense that death would form as the place you died but if so, why did his lungs still hurt, why was a politician here? What was going on? He whimpered and slowly backed up, people were leaving, something was going on, what was happening. Six's lungs ached and he coughed, it was more painful than usual like he had been trying not to. Specks of red dotted his shirt and he attempted to rub them off with his dirt-stained hands as they shook. God. What was going on?

He looked around these were... the crew? They each had come out of a pod like his he realized— and a sense of dread overtook him. He was on the Hope, wasn't he? He was here. In SPACE. Who knows how long he had been in there? He pressed himself to the wall quietly, hyperventilating. God that wouldn't be good for his already sensitive and weak lungs, he coughed. Black speckled red once again splattered on the clean ship floor, what was he going to do.

What was going to happen to him? Were they just going to shove him right back into to pod? Kill him? Let him just die from his ailment? Nothing good was going to happen to a poor illegal and I'll stowaway. He would get out of this, out of here, somehow. He'd gotten out of impossible-seeming things before, he could hope to get out of here. He could wish on all the stars above— and likely now around— him.

His eyes locked on the eyes of one of the crew, oh God they knew he wasn't supposed to be here, her furrowed brow and sharp eyes— They were going to kill him weren't they— He didn't even want to be here! He felt horrible, his ears rung and he felt like he was swaying, what was going to happen to him?

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A new beginning

Xed · May 3, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Caden Alberfrost Quartermaster ID No : RC-13AL7 D.O.B : 10/21/2237 Mood : Well this is interesting Location : Bay >> Bridge Random text: Caden had woken up from a deep slumber once before, so waking up from the cryopods after centuries, he wasn't completely unfamiliar with the sensation. Except his last slumber hadn't lasted centuries and this time he knew what was happening.

There was a slight unsteadiness to his first step as he stepped out of the pod and got his bearings but this slight disorientation and headache was nothing compared to the past. His body wasn't weak, his muscles weren't wasted and his head didn't feel like it was going to split right open. Some of the others didn't seem to take to waking up from the slumber as well, some struggling to gain their bearings and walk and others well... one was puking his guts out and another looked like he was about to keel over and faint at any moment.

Speaking of the one who looked ready to knock back out, who was he? A last minute addition? Stowaway? Misplaced Civilian? He certainly wasn't one of the crew. Caden had committed all of their names and faces to memory.

Well either way, that could wait. It wasn't like the boy had anywhere to run or access to anything important. Besides he looked he could barely move, leaving him be for the moment wouldn't be a problem. For now, what was it they had been asked to do? Ah yes, report to the bridge. Captain Anahi was waiting.

Caden made his way out of the cryo bay, staying well clear of the inconsiderate mess Jase Flery had made on the floor and taking note of the features of the unfamiliar boy in a passing glance. Making quick work of the passageways, Caden soon found himself a few steps behind Maverick, Bellamy and some of the others as they headed for the bay.

The ship was quiet which frankly, Caden didn't mind. Aside from their footsteps and movement, there was no other sound which was certainly odd. If they had deviated from the brief as the silence suggested, and only their crew had been woken up, then something was wrong. The question was what.

As the group came to a stop in front of him, Caden's steps slowed. What was that they were staring at? The residential area? Was there something - well wasn't this a welcome sight. A gaping hole in the hull. A good number of the pods were damaged too. Poor engineers. They certainly had their work cut out for them.

Project Hope indeed. How ironic that sounded right now. Project Doom was probably more fitting. And he was a part of it.

Cinco dashed on ahead, making a beeline for the bridge and Caden followed after him with calmer and slower strides. Panic wasn't useful, wasn't going to change anything either, and he was just a mere quartermaster. Wasn't much he was going to be able to do in a situation like this, so he was much more useful reporting to the bridge where Captain Anahi waited. Plus there was still that curious situation with that unfamiliar boy in the cryo bay.

All of these incidents... they certainly made for an interesting start.

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A new beginning

KingofAesir · May 18, 2022

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"O Space and Time and stars at strife,
How dreadful your infinity!"

The scars that marred the Hope were digging into the psyche of the crew. Ego was trying desperately to keep the oppressive pressure of this strange space at bay, its force fields moving in and out, in and out, like they were breathing. It had once been thought that space was empty, a void filled with the overwhelming presence of nothing at all. But this was far from the truth, space held vast amounts of gasses and radioactive elements, not to mention the forever moving space debris. Parts of the Hope that had been stripped away by its collision course had now joined this space debris and could be seen getting lost in the distance, forever moving forward.

The newly awoken crew moved on, passing through the rest of the residential bay until they arrived at the bridge where Captain Anahi was inspecting a map of the cryo bay on one screen, the pods that still held those sleeping lighting up different colors for different status’. They were all yellow, save for a few green areas of the ship. Anahi didn’t notice Janus’ arrival at first, preoccupied with speaking with Ego.

“Ego, the Virtus block, what’s the issue?” She questioned, zooming in to a block of fifteen pods still lit up green. Virtus was a military block, meant to serve as a militia on the Hope until the entire project found a better foothold in this new galaxy.

“Apologies, Captain, there are mechanical issues in the Virtus block. While the members are fine, their pods have short-circuited and sealed shut by an impact. It will take a while for me to be able to fix them and others like them, even with your assistance.” The sound of cameras whirring as they turned toward the members af Janus standing at the entrance of the bridge broke the silence afterward, “In the meantime, Janus has arrived.” Anahi turned toward them, expression flat.

“Hello, hope you all had a good nap because we’re going straight out of the bag and into the frying pan. As Ego probably already told you, we crashed into a damned meteor and now you’ve gotta get out there and find us somewhere to live before this whole ship goes dark.” Erixa crossed her arms over her chest and gave Janus a wayward grin, “Your ship’s in the loading bay,” She inclined her head toward a ladder just before the bridge leading down, “no pressure.” She chuckled to herself.

“Anyway, I’ll be in touch. The planet in front of us, Elpis I think we’ll call it, is our first priority. The scans can’t tell us much from up here, it’s big, bigger than Earth and Ego thinks there may be water. Alright then, get fucking moving. The Asteria and Helix should be green for go.” Somewhere above them Ego made a noise that almost sounded like a sigh of disdain.

Down the ladder, the bottom of the ship opened up into a rather large hangar bay. There were at least thirteen separate scouting vessels sitting dormant, among them the Asteria colored with the blue and silver of the project, an insignia on its starboard and port sides depicting a two-faced man indicating it’s belonging to Janus. Lights on the floor lit up as the first few of the crew stepped onto the hangar floor, leading them to their ship, probably the work of Ego. Each ship had a hatch like door in front of them, meant to open and eject a ship like an escape pod but also to open and facilitate returns. The Asteria was the only ship with its exit port lit up, ready for ejection.

The crew would enter through the port side air lock and onto the Asteria’s bridge which housed the pilots area as well as a respective seat for a navigator and the captain. The rest of the crew would spread out to other areas, a lab, the engine room, a canteen, med bay, support module, mission deck, and crew bunks. The Asteria’s hyper-active AI was very obviously excited to see them.

“HELLO, JANUS.” A computer shouldn’t be able to sound so excited but Helix had never been a normal AI, “Apologies, didn’t mean to be so loud. My speaker systems may need to be adjusted. But, I’m happy to welcome you to your new home for the time being. It’s pretty okay, there’s even a coffee maker.” A holographic ball popped up from a table in the middle of the mission deck, a projected form for Helix. It lit up when the AI spoke.

“There’s several areas on the ship where I can make myself appear like so, Ego can’t even do that. I can also project things like maps and blueprints.” The projection morphed into a rail pistol, took itself apart to show the innards, and then proceeded to put itself back together again and turn back into a ball.

“Anywho, up up and away!”

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Winona · May 27, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Tripp Maverick Captain ID No : PH-10322 D.O.B : 08/17/2233 Mood : Fu-- Location : Bay >> Bridge Random text: As the rest of the crew started to gather around him, also gaping at the hole in the side of their ship, Maverick knew that he should push them away. Encourage them up to speak with Anahi, and not think about what was happening down here. That's what a good captain would've done, but...

He didn't. For a while. And then he stepped away from the wreckage, his voice calling out in a gruff tone; "C'mon, Anahi summoned us." And he allowed his footsteps to carry him away from the damage.

Once they were in front of Anahi, her explanation of what was happening fell on deaf ears, more or less. Maverick was only partially listening, his focus split between the moment at hand and the images of the wreckage so blatantly in the forefront of his mind. Anahi was talking about what had happened, and hearing that the entire future of the human population was falling onto their shoulders, well, it was a lot to take in.

Anahi didn't fuck around, and in just a short matter of time, they'd headed out and made their way to their ship. As Maverick made sure that everyone was situated and the pilot was pulling them out of the hangar bay, Nina continued to fucking annoy him.

Not that he had an issue with Nina, but she continually tried to speak to him, and he continually had to tell her not now. But apparently that was falling on deaf ears, and Maverick was beginning to grow irritated.

"Nina, look," he snapped as he finally tore his gaze away from the window that showed the vast expanse of space to look down at the nurse. "I don't have time right now to hear about whose... whose having trouble waking up or whatever the fuck. Just take it to the doctor and I'll come hear your report later, yeah?"

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A new beginning

hery · May 27, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Cinco Séptimo Crew Psychologist ID No : ST-66260 D.O.B : 11-19-2235 Mood : TUNNEL VISION Location : Med Bay Random text: Anahi, dubious as ever, debriefed the crew and sent them on their way, leaving a frankly devastated Cinco with nothing but two furrowed brows and a boatload of problems to solve in his head. He kept a stern gaze, striding down to the ship that would take them to... well, somewhere. The scientific pursuit of knowledge never felt so cold.

His mind felt heavy, holding the racing thoughts that burrowed in his brain like a one-ton weight. He clutched his right temple with his hand, softly rubbing it with his thumb. The psychologist looked visibly stressed, but didn't he always?

Further in the ship was his overwrought younger sister and Captain Maverick, both of which seemed to be speaking right through the other as though communicating with ghosts. He made a move toward the pair, cutting through their apparent squabble by taking position just between them, leaning over Nina's shoulder.

"We're dealing with more than a case of oversleeping, Captain," he interjected gravely, his deep voice permeating through the air with unspoken authority. Cinco had a tendency to be quiet but intense when stressed and disarrayed, no matter how unhostile he was by default. Nevertheless he turned to his sister, sharing Tripp's same concern. "Unfortunately, it's true that all we have to go on is the doctor's expertise. Or... maybe an engineer."

He held his chin in his fingers, contemplating. "I wonder what Nubia has to say about this..." A few more silent moments passed, selfishly taking time away from the conversation he'd interrupted. "No matter. Their lives hang in the balance and either way, we will see them again." Cinco's eyes rested on Nina's, charged with firm resolve. "I'll see if Zero's in the med bay, and if not him then Nubia or Dr. Tate." She had his word—the both of them did—but he didn't need to verbalize that. They already knew what kind of person he was.

Without waiting a second more, the serious crewmate once again stalked away prematurely, offering his peers little time to deliver a response. Once he was in this state, he couldn't stop until everything was under control, even if that meant a total eclipse of his lesser wants and needs.

This mission led him on a rapid course spearheaded by a stubborn tunnel vision that threatened to flatten anything in his path. Through the other facilities he went, offering not a moment for rest or relaxation just as he'd done upon exiting the pods. Where in this ship could you be?, he thought exhaustedly, passing by many of the crew he had entered with straight into the med bay.

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A new beginning

Soap · May 29, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Nina Séptimo Crew medic ID No : ST-72835 D.O.B : 05-15-2232 Mood : Fuck. Location : Res Bay Random text: "Can someone explain to me what the fuck is going on?"
A hand had shot up, her eyes still trained on the tablet.

"Not sure yet, but Anahi wants us on the bridge."

Nina had arrived at the bridge after giving Flery another once-over much to his dismay, she had ignored every brush-off, string of curses and subtle insults at her care. There was only so much she could do without performing a proper well-care, but she decided to save that for later. They were woken up for a reason and they were missing a member of their crew.

Something that not everyone was aware of.

Her mind stuck on the multiple anomalies that continued to run through her mind even while Captain Anahi was speaking. She had debated bringing up the topic, but every possiblity and scenario had ran through her mind at least four times.

"We'll put him back in Cryo. I'll get answers."

"We'll throw him in the airlock."

"We'll arrest and question him."

There was more, but Nina couldn't risk Anahi locking the boy away, she couldn't risk Anahi killing him, which-- wasn't a huge possibility, but still a possibility nonetheless.

She'd never find out what happened to Zero-- and even if she didn't? She wasn't risking an entire 'classified' fiasco, either.

She was clearly distracted, only giving subtle affirmations such as;

"Mhm,"

"Okay,"
and finally a nod when Anahi had dismissed them, her body was moving but her brain was still on the events from earlier. Naturally, her brother had caught onto this and assumed it had something to do with the cryo-files she had open, taking the tablet from her and looking over them as they had entered the ship.

It wasn't right. None of this was. Nina had talked to Malcolm right before they were put to sleep. She didn't... There wasn't anything that was out of the ordinary, nothing that she had noticed, anyway.

Was she doing the right thing?

"Captain," Nina started, her brows furrowed, deep in thought as she followed Maverick through the ship as he continued to roam around. The pilot was about ready for take-off and Nina could already feel the slight vibration of the ship starting to shift. She was a doctor, not a detective. He needed to know, Nina was... a second-in command medic.
Not second-in command. She wasn't fit for making informed decisions based on the team alone.

"Maverick," She spoke again as he continued to brush her off.

"Nina, not now."

The brunette had taken a deep breath, coming to a stop near him with an almost exasperated gaze.

"Tripp. It has to be now--"

A hand on her shoulder had distracted her long enough to focus on her older brother, the words flowing out of his mouth and threatening to take away the severity of the situation.

"We're dealing with more than a case of oversleeping, Captain," Cinco started, and for a brief second, the doctor had believed that he had pieced the issue together already, which wasn't out of the blue for her brother to do.They had a certain way of communicating with the other, one that didn't typically involve words... more so...

Theories, questions, equations, if Nina had a question, Cinco had the answer and vice versa. One look from Nina and Cinco was already aware that something was wrong.

"Nina, look," Tripp started, and Nina had looked up, meeting his eyes with a mixture of tense frustration land a clear lack of patience at being cut-off for the third time. "I don't have time right now to hear about whose... whose having trouble waking up or whatever the fuck. Just take it to the doctor and I'll come hear your report later, yeah?"

Nina had opened her mouth to reply, "The doctor--" Cinco was quick to speak over her.

"Unfortunately, it's true that all we have to go on is the doctor's expertise. Or... maybe an engineer."

And that's when Nina blinked in confusion, the ship already taking off and she had held onto one of the support beams on the ship to steady herself.

"What?"

"No matter. Their lives hang in the balance and either way, we will see them again."

Her gaze had slowly came to the realization that her brother was talking about their parents and not Zero, something in her eyes had softened at the mention of their parents but it was quickly hardened when his next sentence came to pass.

"I'll see if Zero's in the med bay, and if not him then Nubia or Dr. Tate."

No, no, no.

They had detached from the ship-bay, and was already making way away from it.

Nobody was listening to her! Jesus, if it was this difficult now, what was Nina going to do when--Her brain had started to piece together the fact that she was now the sole doctor on the ship, mind you, the doctor with the least amount of hands-on experience. "Cinco--" Nina yelled after him but he had walked out and towards the med bay, Nina had put a hand on the temples of her head, sliding down onto her face, obvious stress taking over.

"Captain, you don't under--"

Tripp had begun speaking to another crew member and Nina's patience grew to an end. She began to mutter under her breath, which is something she would do when she would get nervous... or panic, or feel-- strongly about... almost any emotion.

She began to pace around the ship for a few moments, the ship-bay had seemed like a small dot by this point, marking their distance.

"Jesus fucking christ--" Nina had stepped into Tripp's view once again, blocking him from the console. "Zero is gone!" Nina exclaimed, desperately trying to get Tripp's attention and in doing so...

Nina had alerted the entire crew as well.

Her gaze searched his, her irritation fading in those few seconds.

"Helix, pull up Dr. Zero's cryo-file," Nina's gaze caught the younger boy's, reading the obvious fear in his eyes, but that alone wasn't to stop her from informing her crew that her mentor had gone missing.

"Dr. Malcom Zero, ID number: FT-27300. Status:--"

"DNA anomaly." Nina and Helix had finished simultaneously.

"... Zero wasn't in his cryo-pod." She locked eyes with her brother who had re-entered the room moments ago and the rest of her crew to gauge how they were reacting to the information before dropping the next bit, Nina turned her head, pointedly looking towards the scared stowaway.

"He was."

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PROJECT HOPE

A new beginning

0k_mang0 · May 29, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Beverly "Boey" Baolin Pilot • Officer ID No. BB-800R2 D.O.B 05 • 04 • 2240 Mood oh dang Location The Asteria, pilot station Random text: The Asteria was one of the most beautiful spacecrafts Boey had ever encountered, and it’s not just because her gorgeous blue hair coincidentally matches with its colors. She’d spent hours memorizing its complex controls every day during training, imagining about forty death-defying maneuvers she would use to get the crew out of perilous situations, finding secret compartments to hide her snacks later on…

But most importantly, Boey got to hang out with her favorite A.I. buddy again.

She greeted back in the same jovial manner. “Long time no see, Helix! Looking good for an 800-year-old A.I.” Boey nestled well in her chair. She put on her visor, turned on its interface, and had it connected to the ship’s speakers. Time to be professionale.

“Good morning-afternoon-evening, Team Janus. This is your pilot officer Boey Baolin speaking.” She told them take-off would be ready soon once everyone has settled inside, and their first landing would most likely be in a few hours when they find a nice spot on the ground for the ship—hopefully, that won’t take long and without any unfortunate occurrences.

During her short announcement, she interacted with the control panel, her muscle memory kicking in and making the proper adjustments to certain toggle switches and dials, swiftly and precisely like the multitasking master she was.

“And P.S. make sure Corporal Nolan doesn’t touch the coffee maker if you don't want uncomfortable bowel movements for the entire flight. Please and thank you.” Boey was 110-percent certain that Nolan was rolling his eyes and shaking his head somewhere on the other side of the ship. The thought of it formed a self-satisfied smile on her face.

Without any further delay, the Asteria left Hope.

You could almost hear the inspiring epic music playing in the background—which reminded her: set up her awesome playlist later, hopefully Captain Grumprick doesn't mind.

Shortly after requesting Helix to scan the immediate planet’s surface for any safe landing spots for Asteria, Boey heard a commotion from somewhere near her area. Nina’s voice echoed.

"Zero is gone!"

Boey looked over her shoulders, her brows furrowed in disbelief and confusion. “Dude, what? Oh, great stars. Someone tell me I didn’t just leave someone behind again.” It happened one time, during an emergency drill, she was being rudely rushed—it’d only taken her, like, 37 seconds to notice someone was missing in her ship and pick them up, no big deal. It shouldn’t have been a big deal as the instructor made it out to be.

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A new beginning

Kitsune2202 · May 30, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Nubia Lazuli Engineer ID No : ME- 52202 D.O.B : 05/27/2229 Mood : Confused Location : The Asteria Bay Random text: "Fucking idiots didn't prepare for a bunch of space rocks. Figures." Z's words spoke to Nubia's soul. How the hell did they not factor in meteors when building the defense system? Peek of Human advancement and their downfall is...rocks, you know that giant thing they used to live on. Still haven't quite figured them out yet I guess. But onto the next right? Ugh.

"I hope the food doesn't suck too much." Oh Yes, Zyra was quickly becoming her favorite person on board because she had her priorities straight. "Fingers crossed our cook knows what spices are. Though I'm so hungry I might not taste any of it anyways" She spoke with a slight giggle. She was 100% serious, but nothing wrong with trying to lighten the mood just a smidge in the mist of possible total doom.

Just as they walked in with the others the captain started speaking. She knew it was good manners to look at the captain as she spoke but there were too many other things racing through her mind as she was scanning and reading through all the spec and issues currently with the main ship. She she was listening, but she was also slightly distracted and looking at her tablet the whole time.

“Hello, hope you all had a good nap because we’re going straight out of the bag and into the frying pan. As Ego probably already told you, we crashed into a damned meteor and now you’ve gotta get out there and find us somewhere to live before this whole ship goes dark.” Erixa crossed her arms over her chest and gave Janus a wayward grin, “Your ship’s in the loading bay,” She inclined her head toward a ladder just before the bridge leading down, “no pressure.”

No pressure? What the hell? Wait...where they all going? Her and possibly Z weren't going to stay behind and help repair the ship? This whole plan seemed to have flaws in it, but it was above her paygrade to interject.

Well she wasn't getting paid, but you get it. She didn't sign up to be a scout, but here she was.

Perhaps the captain felt the damages were too great to risk not having another body on the ground helping were as Ego could hopefully on it's own keep them patched up. Either way with that she closed the tablet and logged out since clearly that wasn't her concern anymore despite that being the closest thing to her actual job description. It's ok she had to reminder herself. Plan A's never work that's why you have back-up plans...and back up plans for your backup plans.

They were dismissed quickly and so she followed orders and made her way to the ship. As she stepped foot on the Asteria she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Things were going to be fine, this was going to be fine. one set back wasn't world shattering...right.

Helix was cute as ever, even if Nubia couldn't fully appreciate it due to being so stressed out at the moment. Hearing the familiar A.I.'s voice was sort of a comfort. Helix was always so upbeat it was kinda nice.

"Hey Helix, good to see you again. If you have a list of any other adjustments you need let me know so we can get started on them." She hummed walking the length of the ship. She remembered helping work on it and some fond memories flooded her mind even if they were tainted by the fact those others she shared such memories with were now in mortal danger and their lives now depended on her and this crew.

Before she could ask anything else she overheard the pilot on the intercom and decided that what she wanted to do now before getting started on working was 1. get a good view of take off then 2. make some coffee. What just because apparently Nolan couldn't have any didn't mean she couldn't?

She made her way to the bay area where the captain and others where...just in time to hear Nina scream that Zero was gone. "What?" She spoke without even thinking. She stood their slowly taking a few more steps into the room as the girl used Helix to explain and pointed to their stowaway. Her head spun in the kids direction and her eyes went wide...what the hell was going on?

Literally one thing after another just great! So what backup plan are we on now? C? I feel like missing crew member slash stowaway was much deeper then C but once again...here we are.

Nubia pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration before taking a deep breath. She really needed that coffee...

It was kinda too late to turn around as they'd just taken off, and they were on too much of a time crunch even if they could, "Damn..." She looked back at the stowaway, "I really hope you're useful."

What? What else was she supposed to say or do? Say it with me now. Above. Her. Pay. Grade.

He was here. They were stuck with him. Let's be real every able bodied person would kinda be needed now that they...they didn't have a doctor. FUCK... Now if anyone is hurt they are just screwed! So yah they'd need the extra body.

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PROJECT HOPE

A new beginning

0k_mang0 · Jun 12, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning V. Nolan Soldier • Corporal ID No. AO-5H131D D.O.B 12 • 12 • 2237 Mood ok then Location Asteria bridge, or something Random text: His legs mostly stopped feeling numb, but he was able to follow the rest of the Janus crew all right, hanging a bit close at the back, paying attention to Captain Anahi’s announcement just fine. When he got to the Asteria, that’s when he sensed something off, but he wasn’t sure what it was at first.

Nolan was minding his own business, although he did see the crew medic, Nina, being sort of antsy as she tried to get Maverick’s attention and followed him throughout the ship for some reason. Then he glanced up from his monitor and noticed a new face.

He looked around the room, puzzled—does anyone else notice the kid just standing around? Quietly, Nolan looked back at his monitor and made a few quick taps and swipes for the crew roster. The kid’s face wasn’t next to any name and I.D. number.

Speaking of which, Nolan discovered another thing while inspecting the list again (and ignoring Boey mocking his coffee-making skills, which are actually pretty bad despite the coffee technology they have currently). Out of all the names and I.D. numbers highlighted on the screen, one was left unchecked.

Where the hell was Dr. Zero?

A minute or two later, his silent question was answered, quite loudly. "Zero is gone!" he heard Nina say. Well, shit… At least Boey hadn’t left anyone behind at take-off (again), because apparently Zero was left behind 800-something years ago already. “Zero wasn't in his cryo-pod. He was.”

“Huh. That explains a lot,” Nolan murmured. He scrutinized the mysterious passenger from afar, his narrowed dark brown eyes regarding him with caution and curiosity. It was just a teenager, a grubby-looking one who’d probably seen better days but rarely; he didn’t seem very dangerous, but still, Nolan reminded himself not to let his guard down one bit.

The boy was scared and confused, which meant unpredictable mistakes could happen.

“What’s your call, boss?” Nolan asked Maverick. “A bit too late to get him out of the ship now.”

Unless someone was coldhearted enough to launch a harmless kid right out into space, Nolan thought, glancing at the nearest window. Probably the Quartermaster would try.

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A new beginning

Winona · Jul 17, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Tripp Maverick Captain ID No : PH-10322 D.O.B : 08/17/2233 Mood : Fu-- Location : Bay >> Bridge Random text: Right then should've been the end of the conversation, and Nina should've gone off to do her thing with the doctor, and everything would be happy and great. Except that Nina's next words caused Tripp's constantly moving body to freeze, dark eyes that had just moments ago been dismissively moving past her to suddenly come back to lock on her gaze. His heart was pounding in his throat.

"What?" He asked, voice low as he spoke, although he didn't need her to repeat herself -- he'd heard her, and apparently so had half of the fucking crew. Nice going, Nina.

Around him, the crew began to speak up, all while Tripp's dark gaze remained unmoving on Nina's while he thought. And then when he heard Nolan's question, asking what he wanted to do, it was like his body -- previously frozen -- was kicked back into movement. Unfortunately, Tripp was the captain, which meant that as he tore his gaze away from Nina's to look over the rest of his crew, he had to make a decision.

There was no waiting, no asking for opinions. His word was law, more or less, and with the insecurities already brimming from the ship, he... well, he knew that he needed to have conviction when he made his decisions. Someone here had to act like they knew what the fuck was going on, as if they had everything under control, and being in charge meant that that heavy burden fell solely on his shoulders. Like Atlas holding up the world, or whatever the hell that old myth was.

"Take him to a cell," Tripp stated in Nolan's direction, although his gaze moved across the rest of the crew as he continued to speak. "We'll figure out if he's useful later but for now, toss him in there, and then everyone back to your positions. Stay focused on the mission."

Once that was handled, he turned back around, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at Nina.

"You," he said in a hushed voice. "With me, now."

And with that, he headed out of the area that everyone had joined up in, slipping into a hallway that led towards where the med bay was located. He didn't glance back to see if Nina was following him -- again, Tripp was all about appearances, and he knew that she was following. Glancing back would've shown weakness.

He stepped into the med bay, waiting for Nina to step in, and then he closed the door. For a moment, his hand rested on the door, fingers tightening around the handle, and then he let out a shaky breath and released it. He turned towards Nina, his demeanor a little more relaxed now that he wasn't in front of the entire crew.

"What the fuck happened?" he asked. "Are you even qualified, or are we heading to a potentially hostile planet with no one to handle anyone that gets injured?"

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A new beginning

Soap · Jul 17, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Nina Séptimo Crew medic ID No : ST-72835 D.O.B : 05-15-2232 Mood : Fuck. Location : Medbay Random text: The plan wasn’t to alert the entire crew, but she isn’t blaming her outburst on herself, she tried telling him about the stowaway for the last ten minutes, so it was the consequences of his own actions that came to bear on him.

Everything went awfully silent while everyone stared at the boy until Tripp spoke.

"Take him to a cell,"

Nina let out a breath of relief at those words, almost afraid that Tripp would’ve just decided to throw him out the airlock and call it a day. They needed to find out what happened to Zero, and they weren’t going to get anywhere if they just executed a random child.

Not that– that’s where Nina’s mind was going, but she didn’t know Tripp very well. His decision was an easy one, but a good one at that. The last thing they needed is to babysit someone. Throwing him in a cell was as much for his own safety as it was for their own.

"We'll figure out if he's useful later but for now, toss him in there, and then everyone back to your positions. Stay focused on the mission."

Focused on the mission.

How was Nina supposed to stay focused on the mission? Her mentor was MIA, they were planning on dropping onto a planet they almost knew nothing about, and on top of that–

"You,"

Nina tore her gaze away from the boy who was beginning to be dragged towards the holding cells

"With me, now."

The brunette had given a last glance towards her brother before following Tripp into the medical bay, shoulders tense as she passed by him, the door closing shut.

Nina sighed heavily, a hand pinching the bridge of her nose when a silence took over the room, the pair both able to recuperate from the… mistakable situation they’d gone through moments ago.

"What the fuck happened?" His voice broke the silence and Nina’s hand gestured towards the door as if she was making a point.

“If I knew what happened, I’d tell you.”

Tripp was quick to barrel into another set of questions, which didn't ease Nina's anxiety. "Are you even qualified, or are we heading to a potentially hostile planet with no one to handle anyone that gets injured?”

“Yes, of course I’m qualified, I just–”

She’d taken a sharp breath, avoiding his gaze. Nina wasn’t sure how to spin this, there wasn’t really any way she could spin this, she just had to be honest, lying wasn’t going to get her anywhere.

“On paper, I’m qualified. I’ve done the training, the simulations, everything– but there’s a reason Zero was the main doctor. We weren’t supposed to wake up and be thrown onto a planet with a snap of our fingers. This?” Nina gestured to him and back towards the medbay.

“It was supposed to be a learning experience, but–”

Before he had the chance to worry, interrupt or explode– which he probably already was, Nina took a step closer to him, looking up to meet his gaze.

“I know what I’m doing, trust me.”

It’s funny that she was trying to convince Tripp to trust her, when Nina barely trusted herself– in this moment, that is-- she was usually confident in her abilities but this wasn't a test, it wasn't school, it was very-much real-life.

So nerves were a bit of everywhere.

In a light-attempt to break the tensity in the air…

“I was top of my class, I got this.”

…

Of course, she believed herself, but there was that little voice in her head that was attempting to convince her that didn't fucking have this.

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A new beginning

Kitsune2202 · Jul 18, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Nubia Lazuli Engineer ID No : ME- 52202 D.O.B : 05/27/2229 Mood : Focused, nervous Location : The Asteria Bay-> cell blocks Random text: Clearly that moment was not supposed to go down like that, but honestly that was quickly becoming the norm of this mission. Everything going wildly not according to plan. Honestly was there even a plan still in tact? Because as mentioned before this is well past their back up plans briefed about before undergoing this trip. Who knows maybe winging it would prove better at this point?

Nubia sort of felt for the clearly bewildered looking stowaway, but there wasn't anything she could do for them. They were a stranger, an unknown variable, in a very delicate equation that had the entire human race hanging in the balance. Any sympathy she could feel for them was quickly overshadowed with the desire to do what needed to be done to protect everyone else back on the ship still in cryostasis.

It was sort of admirable the way Tripp took charge and gave even decisive commands on the spot. She supposed that's why he was the captain. It was sort of comforting to see in action that he didn't immediately crack under pressure. He left nothing up for debate which in this instant was probably for the best, but she sort of hoped the final decision on certain things would be up to a vote or something.

Hey look she wasn't a soldier who just always did as she was told. She was an intellectual which means she'd have questions, comments, concerns about things. Sure somethings like this just made since, but she had no intention of being a robotic yes-man.

She nodded at his final words that felt directed at her comment before turning to follow Nolan. It was in the direction she needed to go in anyways, but she also wanted to see which cell they were tossing him in.

"Helix, add a live stream to my notifications panel of the cell we put the kid in." she called out to the A.I. "Done and done Nubia! Anything else you'd like me to do?" It replied in it's cheery tone. She dreaded the notion, but someone had to keep an eye on the kid even if he was locked up. It might as well be her since she was the most likely to stay on the ship most of the time, outside of the pilot. She wasn't edger to add babysitting to her list of duties, but this wasn't the time to be selfish.

"Not now. We'll run diagnostics once we land." She replied simply.

She didn't put her hands on the stowaway, Noland and Cinco could handle that. She just walked behind them scanning everything as she did so. She needed now to double check that everything on this ship was operational the way it should be since they now have encountered several malfunctions. How else could no one or the system realize until now that Zero wasn't on board or where he was supposed to be? The alert should've gone off the moment the DNA didn't match up.

"stay focused on the mission" that's what the captain had said, and that's what she'd do despite the overwhelming desire to just stand somewhere awestruck repeating 'what the fuck' over and over again. She had to remember why she was here, and let that be her center.

As they finally reached the cell she gave one last look at the kid before turning her attention to Cinco and Nolan, "We're probably about to land. Fingers crossed it's not too rocky." She tried to lighten the mood. She let a beat pass before asking her next question.

"Do you think we're all going to have to go out once we land?" She asked them curious about their thoughts. That wasn't something she was mentally prepared, for but as their crew has become dangerously short staffed the possibility was eating away at her.

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A new beginning

hery · Jul 19, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Cinco Séptimo Crew Psychologist ID No : ST-66260 D.O.B : 11-19-2235 Mood : TUNNEL VISION Location : outside the cell Random text: Blood rushed to Cinco's head in a violent flood. His fingers pinched at his nose, which scrunched from the consternation of not being in the know. He was never behind the curve and it ate at him. A darkness cast over Tripp's face, a spine-chilling reaction Cinco had yet to ever take in from his captain. His heart lurched, but it was oddly inspiring in a manner that he could pick apart later.

"Take him to a cell," were his stony, resolute words and the hapless psychologist was in no position to question them. Casting a wary glance toward Nina and Tripp, he and Nolan (the strongest two in the room) took a hold of the still-weak stowaway's arms and made their move away.

Stay focused on the mission...
It seemed Nolan and Nubia knew the ship's interior better than himself, but that made sense given their occupations. Though Cinco had gone through the same general training, he never knew that this set of holding cells would ever come to use. The engineers really had prepared for everything, hadn't they? Judging by all the scanning and speaking to computers their engineer was doing, at least someone seemed to have a semblance of control around here. It provided Cinco more comfort than any of them probably knew.

In a rather crude fashion, he and Nolan shoved the ratty-looking interloper into his cell, which was fitted with harsh, neon lighting and black, geometrical surfaces for crude living. "This is a scene straight out of Blade Runner," the wavy-haired man remarked, nestling his chin into his fingers with the pensive anxiety he just couldn't shake.

His breathing was ragged, much like the kid they just handled. His deep gaze landed on the prisoner, compassion mixing with the confusion on his face. It was clear that he was still disoriented, but if they could get anything out of him, Cinco knew it would be a great help. "Give it a minute. Your body is still adjusting to a thousand-year sleep." Whatever the case, this scrawny thing was someone's child, no matter how sinister his intentions.

His voice fell to a hush, directing itself toward the two crew members thinking beside him. "He's paralyzed due to the shock. I don't suppose Zero has anything for that in his stores?" He laughed dryly. The head doctor was AWOL and their only source of information was nearly catatonic. Was this really what any of them signed up for?

"We're probably about to land. Fingers crossed it's not too rocky," the resident engineer alerted the two of them, garnering a nod from Cinco, "Do you think we're all going to have to go out once we land?"

The disarray of everything had knocked the grave look off his face. It was all so much that his fragile mind could only let itself take on one task at a time, so his reactions remained listless and delayed. "Thank you, Lazuli, and quick thinking on the camera feed. Make sure we keep a few eyes on it." He couldn't help but look back at the stowaway, whose frightened eyes dug into his.

Still staring at the boy, Cinco muttered, "If we can help it, I'd advise half the crew stays and runs diagnostics, but..." He sighed, returning his attention to the two with clear resignation. "The choice is ultimately Captain Maverick's." He had seen the look on the man and his sister's faces. It haunted him. Was he having the same realizations too?

That...

...
"The both of you know we don't have much time. While the stowaway issue is... distressing... it's wholly incumbent that we have what we need for surface touchdown." There were no windows in the room, but if Nubia was right, the view had to be stunning. And sickening. "Nolan, you have access to the weapon and life support stores, right? Dex is going to be up our asses if we don't get a move on."

Nubia was next. Of course she didn't want to go out. For her own sake, Cinco hoped that this form of Tripp would listen to reason. "Nubia, I..." They didn't have the time, he knew that! But... "Your computer can access crypod files, right? There's something I need you to che—" Cinco let out a gasp, stumbling to the side as the ship began to turn itself on his head. Landing could be in two minutes or two hours at this rate.

"Forget it. Are we clear on what we need to do?"

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A new beginning

KingofAesir · Jul 19, 2022

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Project Hope A new beginning Dex Bellamy Sergeant First Class ID No : PH-10923 D.O.B : 4-21-2234 Mood : Anxious Location : Asteria Armory Random text: Dex hadn’t spared much longer than a moment on the bridge once the lot of them had filtered in. There was no time for this languid, floating about. No time for catch ups and friendly banter, especially not with the sorry state this whole project had boiled down to. Nina trying desperately to get Tripp’s attention as he attempted to do his job was not lost on Dex, only making her pause a few seconds longer than she might have without it. It was brief and shaken off quickly, replaced again with that agitated urgency that was so natural to the woman. She was already half-way down the ladder to the armory in the hull when Nina’s voice bouncing around the titanium can they were currently in caused her to nearly fall off.

Zero wasn’t here? What the hell did that mean?

Dex climbed back up the ladder only far enough to hear the rest of Nina’s prompt explanation. Everyone’s gaze fell heavily upon the boy, boy was the only applicable term Dex could think of he didn’t look much older than seventeen, that Nina had whirled on with an accusatory air in her tone. He was lanky, round-faced like he hadn’t yet lost his baby fat, and looked a little worse for wear than the rest of them. Of course, that was natural, if he was a stowaway like the signs were so obviously pointed to he would not have had the same physical training for cryosleep that the rest of the crew had. He was a kid, and he looked terrified. Dex was suddenly reminded of the face of a young Martian boy, staring back up at her through red, irritated eyes, blood snaking in a stream from his mouth as he tried to breath in choked sobs. That look, an animalistic kind of fear, was something that Dex was very familiar with. The boy on Mars, so many of her squad mates, her husband, herself in the mirror every damned day. The thin line of her mouth wavered, dipping dangerously close to a frown as she tried to steady her emotions. This was not the time.

Thankfully, Tripp’s quick acting authority pulled her out of whatever aching feelings she’d been having for the boy. His decision was quick and the dispersal of duty to Nolan quicker. Dex was at that moment very grateful that she had turned down the offer of her own command. The only thing she had ever been good at was fighting and surviving. She did not have Tripp’s authoritative air, or Nubia’s quick thinking as she followed after Cinco and Nolan ordering Helix to set up a camera feed, hell she wouldn’t say she even had Nolan’s swiftness to follow orders. Dex was a soldier, a soldier who happened to be pretty good at leading small squad numbers on the ground, but a soldier none-the-less. There was something to be said about how she had not always been that way, once maybe, long ago, Dex would have jumped at the chance for command but this was not that Dex. Not anymore.

The floor on the hull echoed the thump of Dex’s boots as she slid back down the ladder. This was a small room, meant only as an access way to the armory and storage areas that the hull was home to. Helix’s voice irritated her ears as it made its presence known by popping up in an orange glowing ball from the armory’s door panel. The way it bounced around as if it were dancing to the tune of its own voice made her want to roll her eyes.

“Sergeant First Class Bellamy, do you require armory access?” Its voice lilted lightly, like the voice of someone who was smiling might have, the thought of an AI smiling made her shiver.

“Yes, I’d like to check over the exos.” Dex didn’t offer any further explanation but the AI didn’t seem to care as the door promptly clicked open with a satisfying whoosh. Inside, several blue tinted lights clicked on in the walls lining the room. She was off-put by the blue for a moment before remembering something about harsh lighting in ships requiring too much energy. Off to the right, a few personal lockers and the weapons locker sat seemingly untouched, and to the left three total exo-skeletals in their places, also untouched. Dex breathed a sigh of uneasy relief as she ran her hand over the metal joints of one of the suits. These were meant for ground ops, almost doubling their operators' physical abilities. Jump higher, run faster, hit harder. Dex loved them. But, they were expensive and often clunky to operate if you were not trained, so they only had three. Dex quickly checked over the rest of them, not wanting to leave any room for missed issues before she started to make her way back up to the bridge.

The ascent up the ladder was much smoother this time, the nervous shake in her hands all but gone. She could hear the faint whispers of Nina and Tripp from the med-bay as she strode up the front of the ship. Beverly Baolin, Boey as Dex had learned she preferred to be called, was in her element in the pilot's seat. Dex had always admired the abilities of the pilots she had worked with in her past, it was no easy feat to fly these hunks of metal and Dex knew that first hand. Boey seemed particularly skillful at it, though. The atmosphere of the planet before them was dense and there were thick clouds covering nearly all of it, but Boey got them through it with only slight turbulence to reveal the planet below. Dex’s usually stoic resolve did not stand against the sight.

“By the stars.” She whispered under her breath, hand in a white-knuckled grip on the back of the pilot seat. The land below them was such a vibrant green that Dex doubted she had ever seen it before in her life. Trees covered everything in her sight range, save for the miniscule clearing near and lake that their pilot was gunning for. Speaking of the lake, the water wasn’t just blue, no, it was damn near aquamarine so brilliantly bright that Dex thought she was seeing things for a moment. As they got closer to the ground she noticed just how large the trees were, scaling far above even the remaining coastal redwoods back on Earth, and their trunks were a brilliant shifting rainbow of colors. Shifting. The damn trees were moving like they breathed. Fucking hell. The jungle under the canopy of trees was dark, Dex couldn’t see very far into it. A few strange bird looking creatures made ungodly screaming noises and flew away into the sky, a sky which was so dark blue that it almost looked gray. The orange dwarf in this system would not provide as much visible light to them as their sun, this Dex knew, so the planet was naturally a little darker. Briefly, she remembered a class she’d taken in college about space and a lecture on orange dwarfs and their mostly infrared light waves. The life that evolved on this planet could probably see much more into the infrared than they could, meaning that, should they be hostile, they were at a slight home turf disadvantage. Dex cataloged that information away for later.

“Good flying.” Dex breathed, short and sweet, releasing her grip on the back of the seat, “Tell Nolan and whoever else is trained with Exo’s to come down to the armory, Tri-” Dex cut herself off, schooling her still awestruck tone into professionalism, “Captain Maverick will decide who else should touch down.” She clapped Boey hard on the shoulder and whipped around to return to the armory and await whoever Tripp decided was best fit for scouting.

Whoever it was, they would be the first to set foot on a completely unknown planet in not only a brand new system, but a new galaxy altogether. She would just have to hope they didn’t screw this up.

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