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located in Our Solar System's Stellar Neighborhood, a part of Baby Steps, one of the many universes on RPG.

Our Solar System's Stellar Neighborhood

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Character Portrait: Admiral McCart Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Captain McCoy Character Portrait: Lana Marietta Character Portrait: Richard D. Speirs
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McCart woke up in his cabin. It was dark and cold, like it always was. The Hyperion had been his Flag Ship for several years, now. It was the only UNSA Battleship fitted with a Grand Admiral-specific cabin – an additional cell near the stern of the ship. McCart had it specifically refitted and redesigned when he was appointed to cater to his elderly, refined tastes. Most of the facilities of the suite were purchased from his own wealth, however, having never been one to burden his employer’s pocket.

The Grand Admiral stretched, partially lifting his drowsy head from the Swedish pillows. It was probably about 1500 hours Central Standard Time back on Earth, but as acting commodore of the fleet, he set the time his ship operated on. For internal operations, it was 0500 hours Hyperion time.

“Initiate Sunrise,” McCart commanded, alerting the ship’s AI to fade the darkened window of his room to reveal the satellite Luna, the planet Earth and the Sun along the horizon. The windows, having been integrated with SmartNans® - nanobots that controlled transluceny, reflection, refraction, temperature and several other variables- faded softly and slowly, of course, so as not to shock the Admiral into waking.

Once his bearings had been had, McCart swung his feet off the bed onto the ground, pulling his torso up. His habit of reaching for eye-glasses, a memory from days gone by, would have seemed quite hilarious to younger generations – if they were privy to his morning habits. Although the early days of the 21st century saw an increase in humans wearing contacts and spectacles, by the 2030s, lasik eye surgeries and biomedical prosthetics had almost entirely eliminated optic malfunction. McCart laughed at himself and scratched his beard.

Having showered and suited up, McCart gazed out over Luna and Earth. It had been several months since he had been on Earth. Bangkok – capital of the Siamese Union, was his last port. Bangkok was one of several major hubs for the UNSA due to the city’s economic development and international economic importance; also, it had become a favorite spot for sailors and marines due to its rich cuisine and night scene. Remembering his last night on Earth, he shrugged off the particularly nice one night stand and left with very little fanfare. He waited the rest of the time on Luna while the Hyperion was retrofitted.

His cabin suite was a large complex of various rooms – his bedroom/living room, an office, a small kitchen, a walk-in closet with various uniforms (ranging from extremely ceremonial to tropically appropriate), a lavatory and a comm-room. He passed into his office, the fore-room of the suite, and checked over his desk. Numerous reports, mostly astronomical reports and early plans for a “capital ship,” dotted his desk – most of them on holotape or holofilm, but a few on paper. He grunted and ignored them for the morning.

He checked his pocket-watch, another antiquated luxury from days gone by. 0600 hours. Just in-time. He set out from his suite, access to which was his only.

The trek from his suite in the stern to the Command Level in upper bow was about a 5 minute journey. Two elevators and one multi-segmented travelator made up the distance between the stern and bow. 0600 hours was rush hour for the ship. The transition from graveyard shift to full-shift meant a crowded travelator and loud morning talking. McCart mostly kept to himself, offering only an occasional salute to sailors.

The Command Level consisted of four major parts – the Internal Control Center (the hub for the internal operations of the ship), the Bridge (the helm of the ship), the Relay (the hub for external operations) and the Forward Command Core (the Grand Admiral’s chair, desk and various faculties.) Captain McCoy, a trusted friend and adoptive nephew, was officially in charge of the running of the ICC and the Bridge, but the Relay was the Grand Admiral’s. Several executive officers worked in the Relay to make sure the fleet ran smooth.

McCart ascended to the FCC and took authority. Looking over, Veris was already waiting. Veris had been purchased by the UNSA four years ago; a pretty penny was used, but Veris remained probably the most advanced AI in all of human technology. Almost like a friend – and somewhat oddly like a son – to McCart, Veris had become an object of possessiveness and extreme trust.

"Incoming message sir," Veris said.

”Relay it.”


"Fleet Command to Admiral McCart... this is Secretary Maybourne. Please report the status of the vessels under your command as well as your intended destination. Honestly, hate to sound as god damned overdramatic as every politician seems to be at the moment, but the stars are at your fingertips. I myself am pretty curious as to where you'll go. Give an old man with a telescope on his deck something to look forward to, will ya?

Though still... once you do, and though I hate to stack shit on your mind, I have something to tell you. Something no one else intends to... and no it isn't a damned admittance of love, though I came close to it after the Chiron incident. Seriously though, keep your ear open for me. Maybourne Out."


"Do you want to send a response, sir?" Veris asked.

”Veris, convey the following response:

Grand Admiral to Fleet Command. Secretary Maybourne. My friend.

The Three Vessels of the 1st Expeditionary Fleet under my command.

Hyperion. Under the command of Captain Hunter McCoy. Currently fully operational and awaiting command. Medical supplies and food supplies are full and have been assessed to be suitable for 10 years. Our civilian population has also supplemented many military posts and therefore allowed Captain McCoy to place his crew to operate the ship at complete efficacy.

Thunderchild. Under the command of Captain Richard Spiers. Currently fully operational and awaiting command. Captain Spiers has reported some trouble with his civilian population but nothing too complicated. I trust Thunderchild will prove to be a most valuable asset in many circumstances.

Apollo. Under the command of Dr. Lana Marietta. Operating at sufficient levels and awaiting command. Dr. Marietta has proven to be a most excellent ship officer thus far, but I’m cautious. Her research team is well-staffed and the ship maintains many luxuries for the civilian population.

I have yet to finalize my decision on our destination. My team and I have determined three potential destinations, but there are few assessments left to be made. I will have made those determinations 1200 hours Hyperion time, approximately 2000 hours Central Standard Time for ya’ll in Houston-town. Await my follow-up report.

Veris, that is complete.


"Any orders to be sent out to the ships, sir?"

”Affirmative. Notify the captains to be ready for a holo-conference at 0700 hours Hyperion time.

Also, Veris, call up my breakfast, as well. And bring up the navigational reports on my holo-module, will you?


With that, McCart left to the gentle breezes of his mind. Lighting his pipe, he drifted into serious contemplation. At heart, he was a democratic monarch. He loved absolute authority, but only with complete consent of those he authored. McCart’s plan was thus: he had assessed all possible destinations and reduced them to three; from there he would seek a unanimous vote from his officers as to which of the three he would choose.

Waiting for his breakfast, three designations rested on his mind as he puffed.

Gliese 581…
KOI-1686…
Kepler-62…