Fantasy The Stars are Not in Position (Zelda&Michi)

[Michi]

There are two parallel universes -- let's call them A and B for now. They're inversely related, which means that when something bad happens in universe A, something good happens in universe B. For instance, a devastating earthquake in A would induce a financial boom in universe B. Perhaps a meteor strike is narrowly avoided. That sorta thing. For reasons unknown, universe A is collapsing, dying. A group of people have been selected to go to universe B and destroy it in the hopes of reversing the damage done to their homeland. However, it's not that simple. They get there and realize that there are people on universe B -- lives, homes, children, mothers, loved ones. Are they willing to destroy all that? Will the destruction and bloodshed of universe B be enough to save A? - Zelda18
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Name: Alexei Parker aka Park
Age: 27
Height: 5'8
Role: Survey Team; Pyrotechnician

Key personality traits:
Lazy
Lack of boundaries and verbal filter
Disorganized
Indecisive
Poor long-term planning skills

Weirdest non-advertised trait - aroused by explosions
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[Zelda18]

Name: Walter Felix Loscalzo
Age: 22
Height: 5'11
Role: Member of the survey crew, mechanic

Appearance:


Personality:
Walt has something of a god complex going on. He often thinks he's capable of things far outside his abilities, and stubbornly refuses to ask for help even in the most difficult of times. Growing up on a dying planet taught him to fend for himself, and although his impulsiveness gets him into trouble, he's usually able to charm his way out of most situations. His cockiness can be off-putting and annoying, but he's quick-witted and always confident in himself despite the circumstances. Walter is also easily bored; he needs constant attention and stimulation to feel satisfied. He is endlessly generous with both his time and possessions and surprisingly open-minded. Overall, Walt is a phlegmatic and self-assured person who could use a lesson or two in humility.
Michi

 

[Michi]

The world was dying. It didn't take a scientist to figure that out. As the number of natural disasters increased, so did the political tension between the affected countries. Wars were breaking out left and right. Former allies were suddenly enemies, former enemies were now allies.

The number of humans dying from disease was at an all time high, and as much as everyone was trying to find a reason; conspiracy theories, chaos theories, global warming. Tons of ideas arose, but there was only one real reason. One that was not public knowledge. The United Nations had been trying to keep it under wraps. But it was reaching a point where they just couldn't hide it anymore if something wasn't done.

A manned team of twenty-two people had been chosen. Their task; Find out if the planet that had 'recently been discovered' was habitable. This was the announcement that had been made across the world. Twenty-two people from various backgrounds; based on their skill level. Some were the brightest minds in the world. Military leaders. World renown scientists leading in medical technology and rocket science. Middle class workers; doctors, mechanics, cooks. Criminals; expendable, but useful in particular fields.

Their true goal, after they had signed hundreds of contracts swearing them to complete and utter secrecy, was one that not many of them could believe was true. It was like something straight out of a science fiction movie. They were going to another world, that was in some way that no one could understand, directly linked to the things going on in their world. Anything that happened there was balanced out in their own planet. The yin to their yang. If good happened on one, bad happened on the other to an equal level.

But how much good could really be going on over there? How could it be that the better things got there; the worse they got here at home. It made some of them uneasy, until they were informed it was completely uninhabited. So all this bad crap was happening for no reason? It just motivated them to work harder. How hard could it be to ruin a planet? It was in-explainable, but they were going to cause hell.

In just a few short days, they would find out. A spaceship had been built. The fastest, strongest, most advanced spaceship the world had ever seen. They had six months from the time they landed on that planet. Six months to cause irreversible damage if they were going to save their families and homes.

The fate of their world rested on their shoulders.

And yet, Alexie Parker, was as relaxed as if they were going on vacation to a beach that was down the street. After the ship had taken off, and they were on their way, he sat around in the ship, occasionally floating like the astronauts in the movies. Eating snacks, watching movies, napping. It was like no fucks in the world were given by the 27 year old slacker. Some of the team couldn't understand why he had even been chosen. That wasn't his problem though. He was just there to enjoy some sunshine, and blow shit up. And that was exactly what he was going to do.

 

[Zelda18]

Walter let out a deep sigh of relief as the deep rumble of the engine in front of him turned into a healthy purr, accepting his partner mechanic's celebratory high-fives. This ship had an unheard of eighteen engines, but he and a few others had opted to watch the main core during liftoff. It had struggled a bit, but it had also just lifted 450 tons of metal straight off the ground and into space.

He left the engine room almost immediately after he was sure they weren't going to be blown to pieces. It was hotter in there than he was used to; a fine sheen of sweat was causing his clothes to stick to him unpleasantly. He wiped his face with a rag he had tucked into his pocket, unknowingly smearing oil all across his cheek. Back home, it was always freezing. Electricity was becoming more and more scarce, so staying warm usually meant burning some rotting furniture or wood. He wasn't used to being hot.

Walt made his way out of the bottom of the ship, wandering around a bit before he finally located a kitchen. This place was huge; they'd given him a map before he boarded with his room number on it and a detailed list of everyone else that was going along for the ride. Of course, he'd promptly lost it before he'd even had a chance to come on board, so it looked like he'd be winging it until he memorized the layout.

He opened a shiny metal refrigerator in the dimly lit kitchen, grabbing a futuristic looking bottle of water before throwing himself down on one of the nearby booths they had fixed around checkered tables. The water was shockingly cold even though the bottle was only room temperature, but he choked it down all in one go. This was one of the first times he'd had cold water in ages. Everything he'd had at home was warm and tinted a questionable brown color.

He twisted his hair into a long ponytail impatiently, chucking the empty water bottle into a trash can. Not even thirty minutes into the trip and he was already bored. They'd asked all the mechanics to inspect the machinery regularly, but he didn't feel like prying himself from the air conditioning and back into the hell that was the engine room. He rested his chin on the tabletop, glancing around the empty kitchen. Maybe he'd take a nap. He was tired after having to get up insanely early to double check the ship before they'd left.

 

[Michi]

In all honesty, the ship was amazing. The rooms covered anything they could possibly need. There was a small gym, a lounge, entertainment center. One floor housed eleven bedrooms, that they each shared with an assigned partner. Most of them had never seen anything like it. Everything was clean and pristine. There was plenty of food to last them all weeks. It was a paradise. A giant metal paradise. Especially for those of them who'd come from places that struggled to rebuild. Alexei's hometown had been hit hard by one of the wars a few years back and had never been able to recover from it. They didn't have running water, they'd lost power. Many of them couldn't even afford to move to somewhere better off anymore. Jobs were scarce. Money was tight. It was pretty bad.

The team consisted of two doctors, two rocket scientists, six mechanics, a pyrotechnician, two cooks, four soldiers meant to protect them all, four convicts to do the grunt work and a general who headed the entire thing. So far, everyone seemed content doing their respective job. The mechanics were all making sure nothing was blowing up, and everyone was just trying to stay out of their way. The auto pilot would make sure that the ship made it to it's destination, they just needed to make sure that it was able to do so in one piece.

Park was lounging across a chair, staring out at the beauty of space with a bag of potato chips in his hand. Stuffing his face in a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. The chairs were surprisingly comfortable and bolted down, just like everything else on the ship. That way nothing flew around or out of place as they took off or landed. If the seats were this nice, he could only imagine how soft the beds were. Part of him tried to convince him to go test them with a nap, but he wouldn't do that just yet. They all needed to be prepared, anything could happen.

A female walked through the room, stopping at the window to gaze out it in wonder. She was tall, with thin blonde hair in a tight bun, small spectacles rested on the bridge of her slightly crooked nose, and a small smile on her face. "It's amazing. I never would have thought I'd be in space one day. Don't you think?" She asked thoughtfully as she reached out to touch the glass, before her hand fell and she wandered off to do whatever she was going to do.

Park had no clue who she was. He'd seen her before in some of the meetings. They'd given them maps and guidelines on who was who and who was in which room. But they'd never actually introduced themselves. A digital clock ticked in each room, with the date and time on it. In space there was no way to keep track of time just by looking outside. He'd never realized how they took the sun for granted as a measure of time until he was no longer able to use it to measure the time.

 

[Zelda18]

Walter awoke some time later with a terrible crick in his neck and a small puddle of drool on the table in front of him. He yawned and rubbed his tender neck, spitting out a few strands of his frizzled hair. Disoriented, he looked around dumbly for any clue for how long he'd been asleep. The kitchen was just as quiet as when he'd arrived, but there were signs that people had been there since he'd nodded off. The coffee maker was gurgling happily and several wrappers had been deserted across the metal counter tops. He rubbed his eyes with a groan as his muscles protested his sudden movement, sliding out of the booth and heading back over towards the fridge.

There were tons of pre-male meals in plastic boxes lined up inside, each marked with some medical nonsense about the nutritional value. He ignored all the intimidating labels and grabbed the largest one, opening it to find a neatly organized array of rice, chicken, and veggies. The brunette wasted no time finding some silverware in a nearby drawer and scarfing down the food while it was still frosty from the refrigerator, savoring each flavor as he inhaled his meal. Eating food quickly and enthusiastically was a special gift of his.

With his hunger sated for the moment, he set off to explore the ship. He wanted to get to know the crew as well. They'd be living with each other for several months at least and he didn't doubt some of the passengers would keep up with each other after they returned home. He liked the mechanics alright so far; quiet, tragedy touched people with timid smiles. Walter squinted as he tried to remember the details of the rest of the crew- some doctors, convicts, cooks. He'd seen all of the crew at least once before, but he couldn't remember what their roles or names were at all.

With an annoyed huff at his terrible memory, he started climbing a staircase that winded up towards the upward deck of the ship, hoping to find the scary looking redhead who was in charge of this whole thing. She was a tiny little thing, barely reached his shoulder. But the cool, expressionless way she looked kept him from approaching her any more than he had to. Her room would probably be at the front of the ship, up with all the controls. Hopefully, she had an extra copy of the map with all his fellow crew's information on it- and his room number, for that matter. And hopefully she wouldn't kick his ass for losing his copy already.

 

[Michi]

The General sat at a table on the bridge, reading over a few notes on a tablet, as the two scientists monitored the happenings on the ship. Seemed like everything was going exactly as planned. Nanette Sherwood had fought tooth and nail for this mission once she found out exactly what they were doing. They had wanted to send a man, someone who'd be less 'emotional'. It had been a battle, but she had won. And now she was in control of the fate of the world. They had programmed everything she would need for this mission into the tablet, that could only be opened with her own fingerprint.

There was another large window a the head of the bridge, which showed them where they were going. The two scientists that she had chosen were both males. One with olive toned skin, short hair and a long greying beard was staring at the screens watching to make sure everything remained balanced and working properly. His colleague was an elderly male, who had already fully gone grey, with thick glasses. His face was weathered and worn with age, he stood next to the desk updating her on how the craft had handled takeoff. A bunch of technical talk that she really didn't care for. But it made him feel important.

A few floors below, Alexei had stood up and stretched with a yawn, leaving his bag of chips on the seat. Well seemed like he'd passed enough time. Could take the time to go test out that bed now. He passed by two mechanics who smelled heavily of sweat and body odor complaining about the lack of women on the mission with them. He almost said something about how that only sucked for them depending on their sexual orientation, buuuut. He didn't really care and continued down the hall until he reached the steps that lead to the barracks.

His assigned room was on the end closest to the back of the ship, but that was fine with him. In the middle of each side, there were two large bathrooms, equipped with showers, bathtubs, toilets, sinks, even a washer and a dryer so that they would be able to wash their clothing during their stay. It even had a water purifier on board to recycle the water and make sure they were still able to use it even after it had been used.

Opening the door to his room, he stretched and looked at the small window that allowed them to peer into space. He pulled down the shade and dimmed the light before he removed his sweatpants and tank top. Flopping down on the twin sized bed, it was just as comfortable as he had imagined. Much better than the small worn, hole filled mattress he'd had on the floor in his home that had been reduced to a pile of rubble that was falling apart. Tossing his arm across his eyes he smiled and sighed. Quiet music played in the background, it wasn't a song he was familiar with, but it was nice. Nice to not have to worry about any of his normal worries for a while.

 

[Zelda18]

It was nearly a half hour later before Walter finally found the general. In all honesty his sense of direction was somewhat lacking. He could get a super high-tech spacecraft off the ground, but even with a map he was usually clueless. But he'd managed to make his way onto the bridge of the ship, where he instantly spotted the crimson hair of the general. She didn't look incredibly pleased as her narrowed eyes flickered from the tablet in her hands to the older man who was standing in front of her, talking in secretive tones. He considered briefly coming back tomorrow, when she might be in a better mood to tolerate his absentmindedness. Spending the night on one of those plush couches in the entertainment center wouldn't be too bad...

But no. He ought to be intimidated by his general, let alone a tiny woman half his size. Walter squared his shoulders as the elderly man finally walked away, standing up to his full height of 5'11. He approached the general with an awkward half-bow motion, unsure of how to show the proper respect.

"Terribly sorry to bother you, but I've lost the room assignment sheet we were given this morning," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I figured that if anyone would know where to get an extra, it'd be you."
Michi

 

[Michi]

She heard the door open, and turned to see one of the mechanics walk in. She motioned for him to come closer, and set the tablet on her lap. "Do I look like a princess to you Loscalzo?" She asked when he bowed before sighing. Of course he has, he hadn't been the first. She didn't know why they hadn't just posted the maps in the stairwells. This was going to get very annoying very fast. Maybe she would send someone to hang up the maps in the stairs herself that way if anyone got lost they'd just have to look on the wall.

She sighed and stood, walking over to a pile of folders and opening it to remove a small stack of papers. "Don't lose this one. I'm not giving you another one. This is an enclosed space and there's no excuse for misplacing something."