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Admiral McCart

"Listen here, Ensign: This is my fleet, and when you're my age, you will understand that better. Until then, shut up."

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a character in “Baby Steps”, as played by lom.conor

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Grand Admiral Joseph McCart, Ph.D

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Name: Joseph Francis McCart

Age: 58

Sex: Male

Occupation: Grand Admiral of the UNSA, Commodore of the Expeditionary Fleet, former Captain in the United States Navy – Exploratory Space Department.

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Dr. Joseph Francis McCart, one of the most distinguished flag officers in the entire UNSA, began his life on Earth in the rural wretches of Texas, miles away from the closest city. Growing up a Roman Catholic, Joseph originally had interests to become a priest, and joined the seminary right out of high school. But seminary was no easy game for a young man whose ambitions to commandeer other young men to his will. Especially a young man interested in sex, indiscriminate, and technology. He politely departed from seminary, and kept the faith in his own way.

McCart was then able to achieve a undergrad studies at Harvard University, concentrating in Philosophy and Astronomy. His time at Harvard taught him many things that would help him later in life, and he also met many individuals that would go onto to help his career as he helped theirs. A Rhodes Scholar, he would go onto study at Oxford, earning his M.Theo (in nod to his seminary days). But his sex-crazed, wine-drenched, book-covered days in college proved quite boring.

McCart had joined the United States Navy at a rare high point in the branch’s history. After decades of urban, desert fighting, new sky technology and escalated wars meant the Navy was once again the pearl of the United States Armed Forces. His still youthful vigor (despite being in his late 20s), his intelligence, and ultimately his connections, earned him a place in the Navy’s most experimental department, the Exploratory Space Department, or ESD. ESD became one of the many institutions across the globe that fed into and eventually folded into the UNSA. It was at the ESD that McCart earned recognition for his grit and sharp mind. His rank of Captain at a young age inspired both admiration and jealousy in all his peers.

When ESD folded into UNSA, few candidates stood for UNSA’s highest flag officer positions. McCart was quickly promoted to Admiral and then proved himself as an interesting and unorthodox commander. UNSA’s early squabbles were stamped out by his resilience and eagerness to pacify all rebellion. His appointment to Grand Admiral was met with both lack of shock and pageantry. But ever on the fringes of command, he has no problem taking things into his own hands. For this Expeditionary Fleet, McCart chose to specifically take a personal involvement so as to ensure success and inspire trust.

McCart is a middle-aged man with a lot of personal achievement. He’s sharp in most subjects, especially navigation, history and speech craft, but knows when to defer to those more apt. He’s determined, and let’s no man OR woman hinder his endeavors, but he by no means cold. His biggest critics claim his penchant for warmth and intimacy degrades discipline, but there has been little proof of the claim. Yes, he enjoys an occasional hug, but he only indulges in them at the most tasteful of times.

McCart can usually be seen taking a silent role in the control room, usually sucking on his pipe (rarely smoking it, though mostly when in deep thought.) He has no issue with engaging in long conversation, allowing some breaks or being most unorthodox such as playing music on the bridge. He also typically allows the captain of the ship his own space and command.

He had a wife and several children back home, but they were killed in a terrible accident. He avoids discussion of the matter, it being so long ago. Instead, when he feels angst and misunderstood, he enjoys a little sensual flesh. But he’d rather keep his intimate affairs to the minimum, and so very few suspect him of anything salacious. Either way, his smiles are notoriously flirtatious, and even the most reserved of sailors has known to fawn over his stare. Most – many exceptions excluding.

McCart simply wants to get down to business. He hate flowery talk, but knows how to use it. Attempting to get to the nitty gritty truth, he will cut through any excuse or attempted diversion quicker than most can count to one. But his two greatest weaknesses are thus: 1) he cannot ignore any philosophical topic or discussion, for it aches him to speak; and 2) he is far too quick to trust a subordinate or colleague with his heart and has often met personal disappointment.

Ship You're On: Hyperion

So begins...

Admiral McCart's Story

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"Incoming message sir." Stated Veris, who was standing next to the Grand Admirals chair. Even if the Admiral was not their, he would make the announcement and state the message. He was only partialy activated, leaving only his communications, analytic, and audio systems on.

"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?" The AI asked. One of the freshly implemented systems since Veris had been allocated to the exploration crew was a set of military respect protocols. Something that could prove to make others a little more calm.

"Any orders to be sent out to the ships, sir?" Veris would respond after the Admiral's response to Maybourne.

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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…

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At the command of the Grand Admiral, Veris began his transmission.

"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."


Once the message was closed, Veris began following his other orders. His second transmission, sent on a frequency for only the ships of the exploration crew, was as follows:

"This is August 13 Artificial Data Analysis Android August 13 Call-sign "Veris", operating as per command of Grand Admiral McCart, to all captains of the exploratory fleet. A holo-confrence is to be held at 0700 Hyperion time, and is likely of a high importance. Do not be late."

Veris then carried out his second command by transmitting through the internal comms of the Hyperion to the kitchen. "The Grand Admiral asks for his breakfast."

Then, on the third order/command, Veris began streaming through the millions of files stored within the Hyperion's main data storage. Upon coming to the series of files that Veris was directed, he then shot them off to McCart's holo-module. All three of the commands began their processing as soon as they were spoken, the navigation reports taking the longest time for Veris to finish processing.

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McCart checked the corner of his holo-module. 0643 hours. He had enough time to finish his scrambled eggs and blood sausage, soaking up in his San Francisco sourdough toast. UNSA spared no expense in officer amenities, especially food for an admiral. If he could finish scarfing his food down by 0650 hours, he’d probably have enough time to finalize his thoughts for the holo-conference.

0649. McCart attempted to swallow back his cognac (a morning favorite – actually, an all the time favorite,) as he scoured through his holo-documents. Some interesting scout reports and telescopic pictures of the three candidates. He wanted to be absolutely certain he knew the most about each candidate he presented so his captains had no chance of forcing his hand. McCart had learned the hard way NEVER to be manhandled by his subordinates.

0652. McCart motioned to Veris to wait for a command. “Veris, please notify Captain McCoy on the Bridge to meet me in the Relay in 5 minutes. We’ll holo-conference there in the comm-room.” McCart wasn’t sure to be warm or concise with Veris. His affectations on Veris typically had been ignored in the past, but McCart couldn’t help but think Veris had his moments of appreciativeness. ”And Veris. Thank you, friend.”

McCart stood up, unplugging and grabbing his holo-flash, sticking it into his uniform suit’s fore pocket. His uniform was an odd thing, unique really. Only one man in the entire UNSA had the dignity of wearing of six stars, and that was McCart. The silver stars rested imperiously on his neck-collars – a dying fashion, his shoulder-boards, and on the fore of his MacArthuristically scrambled, white service cap. His double-breasted jacket was white and had thick, long tails, and it rose to his neck without opening or lapels; the sleeves met his wrists with three silver stripes: two large bars and one single, skinny bar in the middle - these stripes wrapped around the jacket’s cuffs. His slacks were straight and ironed perfectly. When in a military confrontation, every flag officer was mandated to wear his sword as ceremonial undauntedness; his was back in his cabin. His black cowboy boots were technically against regulation, but no one dared remind him that. The fashion of the rest of UNSA had become much more modernized, more streamlined; McCart held onto the ways of the Navy he knew as a young man.

The Hyperion was the largest battleship in the UNSA, but only slightly. Most larger ships also separated the Relay and the Bridge. To understand this dichotomy, one must image the Command Level. The Lower Deck, which was commandeered by the Captain, included the ICC in back and led into the Bridge. The Upper Deck rested just above the former, with the FCC hanging over the Bridge in supervision. Directly behind the FCC was the Relay, a smaller complex with several executive officers maintaining navigations and communications with the rest of the UNSA. A corner of the Relay was a series of comm-rooms, several places where officers could use holographers to tape, record and conference.

0658. McCart had assessed the supervision of the Relay and was quite ensured the fleet was operating as needed. He rushed to the central comm-room, saluting to Captain McCoy once both had secured their position, and commanded, “Comm-Room 3 AI – initiate holo-conference function.”

”Please validate officer serial.”

”Comm-Room 3 AI – Validate my officer serial. 032-313-jesu-543.”

”Officer serial validated. Welcome Grand Admiral McCart. Please invite participants to holo-conference no. 403123b.”

”Invite Captain Richard Speirs and Dr. Lana Marietta. Also note the presence of Captain Hunter McCoy.”

The holographer initiated, and scanned closer to the taping-zone. The holo-module lighted up and figures appeared. McCart didn’t care to count or take roll. If the captains were late, they were late. If they didn’t show, they didn’t show. Court-martial schedules weren’t too hard for McCart to manage.

Responding to any salutes, McCart began with little fanfare, ”Lady and gentlemen, we stand at the forefront of human history. At 01400 hours Hyperion time, this fleet shall depart to the farthest reaches man or woman has ever been. Even beyond the Kaiper belt. We shall be the first to truly confirm or deny human suspicions of life outside of our Solar System. But the decision to where is mine. I have assessed three navigational candidates that I feel stand out the most. Each hold great potential, but each have both pros and cons. Which is why, in just a short moment, I shall present you these three options, and then take a vote. Plurality rules, and my vote, which will be taken after, counts. If you all three agree, you may out rule mine. We shall see.”

The Admiral then plugged in his holo-flash and brought up all the documents and visual aides for his presentation. It included several visuals of the systems and their planets, statistical and ship data, and scientific reports taken.

The Admiral then objectively reported the three options:

Gliese 581 is a red dwarf with spectral type M3V, located about 22 light years away from Earth in the constellation Libra. This would mean, according to our assessment of our high-speed travel, we would be in the system in 11 days. This is the closest candidate. Its estimated mass is about a third of that of the Sun, and it is the 89th closest known star to the Sun. Observations suggest that the star has a planetary system consisting of at least three, maybe four, and controversially six planets: Gliese 581 e, b, and c are certain; d is probable; and f and g are disputed. If we take this route, we have several options in the system to check, but almost all assessments have shown that the these planets are super-earths so their gravitational pull would be more massive than any of us are used to. Wherever the Kaiper Belt aliens came from was probably from this system; if we want to get down to business, this is where we want to go. If not, then it’s not.

KOI-1686 is only a somewhat cooler star than the Sun. The candidate object, a Super-Earth, has a radius 1.33 times that of Earth, meaning although it is a super-earth, it’s mass will not be overly strange to us. KOI-1686.01 orbits a dim star, within the habitable zone a zone where liquid water could exist on the surface of the planet. KOI-1686.01 has an Earth Similarity Index of 0.89, making it the most habitable known terrestrial candidate. The distance to this candidate is 1033.8 light years away, meaning we would be there in about 500 days. Note the drastic difference, from under a month to over a year.


Kepler-62 is a star somewhat cooler and smaller than the Sun in the constellation Lyra, 1,200 light years from Earth. The travel time would take almost 2 years. It is located within the field of vision of the Kepler spacecraft, the satellite that NASA used to detect planets when I was a boy. The star has five planets, two of which, Kepler-62e and Kepler-62f, are likely solid planets within the star's habitable zone. All five planets are considered possible candidates of terrestrial potential. E and F probably have only slightly higher masses than Earth, but seem to have thick, all-encompassing atmospheres. Reports seem to designate a rich cache of resources that may be easily harvestable. Note that this is the farthest candidate.


Also note that our fleet flies at half-light speed, and that we have enough resources for an estimation of ten years. Meaning that all of these candidates are well within a safe-zone for both travel to and back. We must asses what both our short-term goals are and what are ultimate goals are. I expect a good evaluation from each of you. Begin.”

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Captain McCoy




At about 0615, McCoy had ordered himself his favorite breakfast. If there was one meal during the day that he didn't mind eating a lot at, it was breakfast. It consisted of scrambled eggs, pan fried sausages, country style hash browns, and some biscuits just to top it all off. None of the servings were small either, just the way that he liked it.

He was a rather fast eater, never really having time to waste at a meal, so he was finished by 0630. From there he began to give out commands to the staff aboard the ship, mostly through his hand held device, but also by sending a few ensigns on messaging errands. He didn't have much to do this morning, only making sure that the ship was completely ready for flight which he had already done for the past couple of days they had been stationed up here. He was sure the ship couldn't be anymore ready and the crew couldn't be any more tired of checking.

It was almost a relief to him when he heard the little notification sound from his device, letting him know that he had a message from Verris. It was a formal request from the Admiral to meet him in the relay in five minutes which meant he had just enough time to get there if he left now. He closed out the messaging application he had opened and slipped the device into the pocket of his ironed, pleated, white pants.

He let the first mate know that he had an important conference with the Admiral and the rest of the captains and was therefore making the first mate in charge of all ship operations unless there was an emergency. If that occurred, then he was to be called back to the Bridge immediately. Once that was done, he began to make the trip up to the relay. One lift and a couple of minutes of walking later he arrived.

He made it just in time, 0657, but he was still a little annoyed with himself. He had always been taught that the only way to really make it on time was to be early and he liked to live by that motto. At 0658 the Admiral arrived. As per tradition, McCoy snapped to attention, standing up straight, his feet pointed at a forty five degree angle, and his hand up in a salute at his forehead. He waited for the return salute from the admiral and let himself sink at ease.

For the next several minutes, Captain McCoy waited patiently as the McCart spoke about their destinations and what they would be like. He waited for all of the explanations to be over before he spoke up, wanting to quickly weigh in on the subject.

"If I may, Admiral, I would like to suggest that our destination be Kepler-62." Out of respect, his eyes were to the Admiral during this part, but as he took a step forward to assume the central position for his argument, he turned his eyes towards the holograms of the other captains. "As the Admiral said before, there are two planets here that lie within the habitable zone and have all encompassing atmospheres. It is the farthest trip, but I think it will pay off the most. Not only does it have two of the best candidates for extra terrestrial life, but reports show that the minerals there could be easily mineable. Even if we do not find life, we could find a very profitable trading post.

"Gliese 581 would be the least beneficial destination in my opinion for a couple of reasons. Number one is that we have never before been able to take this far a leap into our unknown universe. I don't think we should squander the opportunity on a trip so short. Number two, of the planets that seem to be within the habitable zone here, Gliese 581 c d and g, only e seems to have any real potential for life. It is thought that c has a green house gas problem, making it too hot much like Venus. D is thought to be rather similar to Mars and, as we all know, Mars only has life on it because we brought life to the planet. G is a potentially good candidate, but it's existence is still disputed. I would hate to show up at the planetary system and realize that the planet that seems the most worthy of exploration doesn't even exist."

"As for KOI-1686, it is probably the most average of the two... but I've always been a go big or go home kind of man myself. I say that as the first humans ever to leave our solar system, we forever stamp our names into human history."

He felt that was a good way to close out his argument and he took a step back, returning the floor to Admiral McCart or any other captain that felt like they wanted to weigh in with any pieces of information of their own.

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At McCart's sign, Veris went straight into command mode. He had been spending the previous time after McCart had first entered the room to go through the rest of his booting up. That was the one downside of his systems were that he took his time to get ready unless sent into emergency booting protocols.

"Message sent, sir." Veris replied when the message went through the ships messaging and alert system without a problem. When Veris was told thank you, he would have to snap out of command mode.

"Message sent to Captain McCoy...
Alerting...

Re-entering command mode...
Command mode enabled...

Processing command...
Command not recognized, searching social database...
Appropriate entry found...

Responding...
Response complete..." Ran the logs of Veris.

In response to the social data that Veris had access to, the phrase that McCart had given Veris was a form of thanks. To this, according to the logs, 'You're Welcome' was the optimal response. Add in the military respect protocols, and Veris responded with, "You are welcome, sir."

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Lana stood quietly in her position in the comm room while waiting for the holo-conference of the Captains and Admiral to begin, it was 0656 Hyperion time and she had just came down from the bridge. Lana had already coordinated herself through the whole entire ship, for her it was easy, she had displayed the ships layout with her glasses, which had many technological capabilities, in fact she designed them herself, Lana remembered how everyone at the academy laughed at her when she aspired to learn when she was so young, but she showed them. Lana had her soft pink hair in two twin-tails and the rest flowing at the back, she wore her lab coat that was given to her but it was tight around her upper-torso because of her breast size. She did not have time to go back to her cabin and change for she wanted to get to the conference early.

0700. The comm room filled with light as the Admiral and the other captains materialized in a blue-ish colour. Lana straightened her back and saluted (it was clear that she was practicing in her cabin). The Admiral returned the salute and Lana relaxed while watching closely. For several minutes, Lana stood there listening to the Admiral as he spoke about the possible destinations of the fleet, after he finished Lana was about to step up and discuss the destinations but Captain McCoy beat her to the center,

"If I may, Admiral, I would like to suggest that our destination be Kepler-62." Out of respect, his eyes were to the Admiral during this part, but as he took a step forward to assume the central position for his argument, he turned his eyes towards the holograms of the other captains. "As the Admiral said before, there are two planets here that lie within the habitable zone and have all encompassing atmospheres. It is the farthest trip, but I think it will pay off the most. Not only does it have two of the best candidates for extra terrestrial life, but reports show that the minerals there could be easily mineable. Even if we do not find life, we could find a very profitable trading post.

"Gliese 581 would be the least beneficial destination in my opinion for a couple of reasons. Number one is that we have never before been able to take this far a leap into our unknown universe. I don't think we should squander the opportunity on a trip so short. Number two, of the planets that seem to be within the habitable zone here, Gliese 581 c d and g, only e seems to have any real potential for life. It is thought that c has a green house gas problem, making it too hot much like Venus. D is thought to be rather similar to Mars and, as we all know, Mars only has life on it because we brought life to the planet. G is a potentially good candidate, but it's existence is still disputed. I would hate to show up at the planetary system and realize that the planet that seems the most worthy of exploration doesn't even exist."

"As for KOI-1686, it is probably the most average of the two... but I've always been a go big or go home kind of man myself. I say that as the first humans ever to leave our solar system, we forever stamp our names into human history." Lana took in what the Captain said and nodded her head softly, she stepped up quietly, her heels clicking against the floor. She coughed before stating her opinions on the destinations,

"Admiral, in my opinion I think I will have to agree with Captain McCoy on the matter of Kepler-62. Yes it is the farthest system but who knows what we can find? Like the Captain said, the planets there are rich with minerals. Yes there is the chance of extraterrestrial life already inhabiting the planets, but that will give us the chance of learning. Gaining the knowledge they have gained, gaining allies and friends. I have opinions of Gliese 581 and KOI-1686 but I must stick to Kepler-62," Lana steps back to her position, allowing the other Captains and the Admiral to process of what she just said.

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Fleet Command Transmissions of the Last Twenty-Four Hours
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To Admiral McCart:

1540 - "Greetings Admiral McCart. This is Admiral Stone of the Inner System Vanguard Fleet. I've been given orders to escort you to the edge of the Kaiper Belt when you go to perform your 'hyperjump', as they call them. This order was given by the Secretary of the UNSA Navy, out of fear of possible KLF rebel interference with this event. Chances of this are low, but I am personally looking forward to seeing the event, anyway. My fleet will take position around yours at 0700 tomorrow. Please let me know if you need anything."

2355 - "The United Nations Research and Development Unit requests to be given direct access to any data found by the fleet via remote computer access. Secretary Maybourne is leaving the decision of whether or not to do this as up to you. If so, the techies expect a two week lag time if you were to choose your furthest destination when accessing computer systems, and will expose your systems to them. However, allowing them this option could bring forth information that could help us on the home front more easily. Again, the choice is yours."

0100 - "Admiral. This is Secretary Maybourne. Thank you for your prompt response to my message. Sorry about not doing the same, but honestly, I'd rather be digging into a real mountain than through this mountain of paperwork I'm dealing with. However, I needed confirmation that I wouldn't be shooting hot air at you before giving you this information.

The CIA, working in conjunction with the KGB and other intelligence agencies has officially determined there is a high risk that the fleet has been infiltrated by a numerous amount of third party groups. Most of these people are just there for the money, as you can say, but some may have more sinister motives. This includes members of the known terrorist organizations: 'Gaia's Hold', 'The Red Fist', and 'God's Hand.' The former's interests lying in preventing 'humanity from contaminating the rest of the universe', and may go after your hyperdrive. The Red Fist simply hates the UNSA, and will likely be the most dangerous of the groups. God's Hand is a xenophobic religious group who believe all other sentient life is an afront to god. They've been linked to a number of Chimera murders.

On top of this, as you know, there's a possibility that the KLF may interfere. This could be through one of three means: an ambush before you make the jump to hyperspace (the least likely), an attack from within, or an attack from beyond. That's right: it's believed the KLF may have access to faster than light propulsion systems, likely stolen from us.

It's funny, everyone seems to be worried of alien interference. I, however, think this is the least of our problems. We are our own worst enemy in the end.

Keep this information in mind, but don't let it hold you back. Keeping a stern resolve is the best weapon against these idiots.

With best regards,
- Secretary of the UNSA Navy, Harry Maybourne.

0550 -

"Hello Admiral. You may not remember me, or even know who I am, but I certainly remember you. From where? From when? Well... let's just say it was my darkest hour. The hour when the KLF should have gotten what they deserved. Make no mistake, however: I'm just as bad as you, if not worse, but that isn't the only thing we have in common. We're both human. We both have emotions. And we've both held them at bay all of our lives for the better of us.

I'm through with this. I'm done holding back the flood. I will be quite frank: I respect you, and for that, I will give you a quick death, hehehe, or perhaps not, I'm debating it. I know your control over this fleet is limited... but your control over your own emotions are not. But we'll see how long that lasts. You know the old saying: keep your friends close but your enemies closer? Well, in this day in age, the line between the two is as thin as paper. You never know who's hiding in plain sight. HOOOOHAHAHAHAHA!.!.!

SEE YOU AGAIN SOON, MY FRIEND, HAHAHAHAHAHA!
- Randall Flagg, AKA the 'Walkin' Dude.'

0700 -

"Relay this message to the Admiral Immediately! A major security breach in Fleet Command took place only one hour ago! We're currently sweeping the base, yet no perpetrators have been found. Our best, and only guess is that the infiltrator used some form of new holographic technology to cloak himself in conjunction with heat-dampening armor. Yet the UNSA has no such technological that can render a user invisible. None that aren't still in the cradle when it comes to their development, that is. The most unusual thing is that the infiltrator conducted no malicious activities other than the use of our transmissions. However, whether he did more is still to be determined. It could take weeks."

Keep your senses open, Admiral, and be prepared for anything.
- Vice-Admiral Lockheart

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Captain Jack was over his head. One week. One week had been all it took for the Thunderchild's newest captain to disappear. It was a new record. You see, the Thunderchild had had a strange history, or curse, some would say, involving its captains either dying or disappearing within a course of a year.

He was now the fourth captain, yet for some reason... as it would seem to anyone who passed him by: he wasn't that worried about it.

"I give him about a month..."

"Think it'll be another airlock accident, or maybe suicide from the stress?"

"Probably the latter. Unless he gets a good fuck every week, that is..."

(His crew were pretty damned cold. Though in their defense, the Thunderchild had seen a lot of things nobody was cut out for seeing.)

Nevertheless, whatever the reason for his care-free attitude, Captain Jack seemed to be confident in the job, and his lax attitude was very apparent when he joined in the holo-conference.

"Uh... hi, Admiral. I know you were expecting Captain Spiers, but I took it as my responsibility to report..." He took a deep breath. "I'm afraid he's gone missing while on a last visit to Earth. I'm the new captain. I've gone over Captain Spiers' notes, however. He seemed to thinking hitting KOI-1686 was the best option. I agree with his judgement, and want to honor it."

At that, he took a step back, gazing into his colleagues eyes to gauge whether or not he had made a decent impression.

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In the middle of an empty part of space, a large light appeared. A steel pod flew out of the light, at an alarming speed, towards what seemed to be a moon.
The pod crashed into the moon, letting off a cloud of smoke and dust.
[ERROR; Core Unit Damaged]
[Requesting Back-Up...]
[Sending S.O.S. Signal...]
The coordinates of the S.O.S. signal come from the moon, Triton.
The pod's lights dimmed down, and the smoke cleared.

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Grand Admiral McCart waited patiently for his subordinates to respond, but he didn’t have to be too patient. He noticed quietly that Dr. Lana’s hollowed, blue figure of light was the only hologram in attendance. He noted to himself the next available time for a court-martial. In the meanwhile, Captain McCoy was the first to bolt up:

If I may, Admiral, I would like to suggest that our destination be Kepler-62." Out of respect, his eyes were to the Admiral during this part, but as he took a step forward to assume the central position for his argument, he turned his eyes towards the holograms of the other captains. "As the Admiral said before, there are two planets here that lie within the habitable zone and have all encompassing atmospheres. It is the farthest trip, but I think it will pay off the most. Not only does it have two of the best candidates for extra terrestrial life, but reports show that the minerals there could be easily mineable. Even if we do not find life, we could find a very profitable trading post.

"Gliese 581 would be the least beneficial destination in my opinion for a couple of reasons. Number one is that we have never before been able to take this far a leap into our unknown universe. I don't think we should squander the opportunity on a trip so short. Number two, of the planets that seem to be within the habitable zone here, Gliese 581 c d and g, only e seems to have any real potential for life. It is thought that c has a green house gas problem, making it too hot much like Venus. D is thought to be rather similar to Mars and, as we all know, Mars only has life on it because we brought life to the planet. G is a potentially good candidate, but it's existence is still disputed. I would hate to show up at the planetary system and realize that the planet that seems the most worthy of exploration doesn't even exist."

"As for KOI-1686, it is probably the most average of the two... but I've always been a go big or go home kind of man myself. I say that as the first humans ever to leave our solar system, we forever stamp our names into human history."


The captain was well spoken and strong, albeit a bit too much. Still, McCart couldn’t help but be felt compelled by the captain’s encompassing argument. The Admiral didn’t expect any less from the captain; McCart watched the kid grow up back in Texas. They came from the same county and McCoy’s father served on the same ship as McCart in the U.S. Navy. In the Second Korean War, they both saved each others’ lives more than a several times. As such, McCart felt eternally indebted to the McCoys, especially his “nephew.” But the “boy” who was now almost a middle-aged man had earned this post without McCart’s assistance. McCoy had probably been the single most potential prodigy of the UNSA that astronautical warfare had ever seen.

Dr. Lana stepped up just shortly after McCoy finished his argument. She was obviously anxious in front of two captains, but that was to expected. She was quite a fine-looking young girl, especially for being one of the world’s most recognized researchers. McCart noticed McCoy making googly-eyes with her, poor boy. McCoy always hated being on ships separate from the beautiful women. McCart also noticed another, more unfamiliar figure materialize in the holo-module; definitely not Speirs but definitely someone from Thunderchild. Lana seemed determined to assert her own points:

"Admiral, in my opinion I think I will have to agree with Captain McCoy on the matter of Kepler-62. Yes it is the farthest system but who knows what we can find? Like the Captain said, the planets there are rich with minerals. Yes there is the chance of extraterrestrial life already inhabiting the planets, but that will give us the chance of learning. Gaining the knowledge they have gained, gaining allies and friends. I have opinions of Gliese 581 and KOI-1686 but I must stick to Kepler-62." Completing what she had to say, Lana stepped back to her position. She seemed rather proud of herself. McCoy seemed to slightly smile, aware that he just won the vote. Maybe he was smiling for an additional reason, as well.
After the doctor spoke, McCart shifted his eyes toward the latecomer in the holo-conference, a rather young man with a bit of a sparkle in his eyes. But his youth wasn’t terribly surprising. Grand Admiral McCart and Admiral Maybourne were perhaps the oldest men in the whole UNSA, relics from the hay days of the U.S. Navy. The latecomer stepped and nervously spoke.

"Uh... hi, Admiral. I know you were expecting Captain Speirs, but I took it as my responsibility to report..." He took a deep breath. "I'm afraid he's gone missing while on a last visit to Earth. I'm the new captain. I've gone over Captain Speirs' notes, however. He seemed to thinking hitting KOI-1686 was the best option. I agree with his judgment, and want to honor it."

The Grand Admiral nodded and scratched his beard, shifting his stare from one to another of the three over several small moments. He was deep in thought, and reassessed every word that he just heard. Finally, he lowered his hands and spoke, ”It escapes me whether the Thunderchild is on Fleet Command Appointment or is Private Commissioning. Did Secretary Maybourne appoint you, son, or did the ship elect you? That would answer that. Either way, I’m glad to have you aboard. Have your ship’s AI send your Nautical File and Officer Serial.

“As for the votes, lady and gentlemen, we have two Kepler and one KOI. I myself was going for Gliese, though I’ve been mostly convinced. It doesn’t matter. A fair vote is a fair vote. Kepler-62 it is. Captain McCoy, g’head and hit the Bridge and start the processes for the Hyperion’s departure. Dr. Marietta, please send Veris a report upon the completion of the civilians’ boarding. Captain, uhh… whatever your name is, remember to send the information over.

“Comm-room 3 AI – Terminate holo-conference function. Grand Admiral McCart out.”


With that, McCart saluted to the fading holograms, and then to McCoy. After that, he left to the Relay and barked several compulsory commands at the executive officers. Mostly making sure the trajectories were correct, or alignment of the fleet’s comm-units were correct. Various blue and orange screens screamed and beeped. The Relay was a very noisy place; of course, very few places on a ship were quiet. And the few that WERE quiet were probably lavatories, cabins and places of sexual secrecy.

Admiral McCart took his chair at the FCC and lit his pipe. The test draws and the false light took about 5 minutes or so. Pretty typical for pipe-smoking, a dying art in those days. Finally he got it lit and puffed himself into deep thought. It was a ritual he had to change sometime shortly after his breakfast every morning, otherwise he just might loose his cool.

”Veris, bring up all unread messages onto my holo-module. Any sound-bites, please transcribe them, as well. I’m not in the mood to listen, just to read.

The messages cascaded on his holo-module.

"Greetings Admiral McCart. This is Admiral Stone of the Inner System Vanguard Fleet. I've been given orders to escort you to the edge of the Kaiper Belt when you go to perform your 'hyperjump', as they call them. This order was given by the Secretary of the UNSA Navy, out of fear of possible KLF rebel interference with this event. Chances of this are low, but I am personally looking forward to seeing the event, anyway. My fleet will take position around yours at 0700 tomorrow. Please let me know if you need anything."

”Holo-module Executive Suite 303, initiate keyboard function.” The holo-keys were then projected just in front of the Admiral’s chest, in an updated QWERTY format. Although in the 2030s, there had been a popular movement to replace QWERTY with TICSL, McCart’s generation generally stayed true to their upbringings. He typed out the following response:

”Greetings Admiral Stone. This is Grand Admiral McCoy of the First Expeditionary Fleet. Roger that. We’ll be glad to see your firepower in the KBelt. I doubt the KLF will be stupid enough to take on the two most capable flag officers in the UNSA, but they have done dumber things in the past. Please note the time is currently 0733 hours Hyperion time, approximately 1630 hours Central Standard Time. We will not reach the Kaiper until 0300 hours CST tomorrow. McCart over and out.”

"The United Nations Research and Development Unit requests to be given direct access to any data found by the fleet via remote computer access. Secretary Maybourne is leaving the decision of whether or not to do this as up to you. If so, the techies expect a two week lag time if you were to choose your furthest destination when accessing computer systems, and will expose your systems to them. However, allowing them this option could bring forth information that could help us on the home front more easily. Again, the choice is yours."

”Ahoy UNRDU! This is Grand Admiral McCart. I hereby confirm and allow access to data via remote computer access. Keep us informed. Over and out.

Admiral. This is Secretary Maybourne. Thank you for your prompt response to my message. Sorry about not doing the same, but honestly, I'd rather be digging into a real mountain than through this mountain of paperwork I'm dealing with. However, I needed confirmation that I wouldn't be shooting hot air at you before giving you this information.

The CIA, working in conjunction with the KGB and other intelligence agencies has officially determined there is a high risk that the fleet has been infiltrated by a numerous amount of third party groups. Most of these people are just there for the money, as you can say, but some may have more sinister motives. This includes members of the known terrorist organizations: 'Gaia's Hold', 'The Red Fist', and 'God's Hand.' The former's interests lying in preventing 'humanity from contaminating the rest of the universe', and may go after your hyperdrive. The Red Fist simply hates the UNSA, and will likely be the most dangerous of the groups. God's Hand is a xenophobic religious group who believe all other sentient life is an afront to god. They've been linked to a number of Chimera murders.

On top of this, as you know, there's a possibility that the KLF may interfere. This could be through one of three means: an ambush before you make the jump to hyperspace (the least likely), an attack from within, or an attack from beyond. That's right: it's believed the KLF may have access to faster than light propulsion systems, likely stolen from us.

It's funny, everyone seems to be worried of alien interference. I, however, think this is the least of our problems. We are our own worst enemy in the end.

Keep this information in mind, but don't let it hold you back. Keeping a stern resolve is the best weapon against these idiots.

With best regards,
- Secretary of the UNSA Navy, Harry Maybourne.


”This is Grand Admiral McCart. Secretary Maybourne. I have determined a destination for the fleet earlier than expected. I will not await confirmation from Fleet Command. Within the hour, I will be setting all navigations to the destination and then we shall depart from the Lunar gravity towards the KBelt.

I will keep your information in mind. We have apparently experienced the third disappearance of the Thunderchild’s captains. I will, however, take precautionary efforts to protect the life of the ship’s new captain. I am also preparing several precautionary orders for the fleet in general to avoid… ‘safety issues.’

We’ll keep you updated, friend. McCart over and out.


The relationship between McCart and Maybourne was an interesting one. Maybourne was McCart’s immediate commanding officer back in the Navy, back when McCart was just a Lieutenant and Maybourne was a Lt. Commander. They’ve had a hot-and-cold relationship ever since. The two men together represented such massive power, however, that when they were in agreement, not a living soul could stop them. Maybourne was the Secretary of the Fleet, an office which amounted to Prime Minister for the UNSA had it been a sovereign nation. Secretary Maybourne, a Fleet Admiral in principle, had been appointed by the Secretary General of the United Nations for his seniority and experience; his office was one of administration, PR and paperwork. McCart, however, was the Grand Admiral, a more… strategic position. Although McCart technically outranked Maybourne by one star, Maybourne was in charge of McCart’s assignments, rations and commands. Although Maybourne technically was in charge of the whole UNSA, McCart’s senior rank meant that he was the boss in wartime. It was a fun dynamic, however, and they scarcely stepped over each others’ toes.


"Hello Admiral. You may not remember me, or even know who I am, but I certainly remember you. From where? From when? Well... let's just say it was my darkest hour. The hour when the KLF should have gotten what they deserved. Make no mistake, however: I'm just as bad as you, if not worse, but that isn't the only thing we have in common. We're both human. We both have emotions. And we've both held them at bay all of our lives for the better of us.

I'm through with this. I'm done holding back the flood. I will be quite frank: I respect you, and for that, I will give you a quick death, hehehe, or perhaps not, I'm debating it. I know your control over this fleet is limited... but your control over your own emotions are not. But we'll see how long that lasts. You know the old saying: keep your friends close but your enemies closer? Well, in this day in age, the line between the two is as thin as paper. You never know who's hiding in plain sight. HOOOOHAHAHAHAHA!.!.!

SEE YOU AGAIN SOON, MY FRIEND, HAHAHAHAHAHA!
- Randall Flagg, AKA the 'Walkin' Dude.'[i]

Randall Flagg was a name that registered a few bells, but McCart couldn’t quite put his finger on it. And the message itself was ridiculous. It was quickly deleted.

[i]"Relay this message to the Admiral Immediately! A major security breach in Fleet Command took place only one hour ago! We're currently sweeping the base, yet no perpetrators have been found. Our best, and only guess is that the infiltrator used some form of new holographic technology to cloak himself in conjunction with heat-dampening armor. Yet the UNSA has no such technological that can render a user invisible. None that aren't still in the cradle when it comes to their development, that is. The most unusual thing is that the infiltrator conducted no malicious activities other than the use of our transmissions. However, whether he did more is still to be determined. It could take weeks."

Keep your senses open, Admiral, and be prepared for anything.
- Vice-Admiral Lockheart


McCart noted the message and closed his inbox.

”Veris. Record and transmit the following message to the intercom systems of all three ships. Transmission time should be at 0930 hours Hyperion time. Make sure every public function cell in all three ships can tap into the following audio.

Ladies and Gentlemen of the First Expeditionary Fleet,

This is your commanding-officer, Grand Admiral Joseph McCart, speaking. Each and every one of you is in my fleet for a specific reason. Some of you were chosen by the Crew Selection Committee of Fleet Command. Some of you were appointed to be representatives of several different sovereignties back home. Some of you I hand-picked myself. However way you’re on this mission don’t matter. You’re aboard and you’ve each got an important task at hand. WE have an important task at hand.

We are all bound in a fraternal thread that is this mission. It is a sacred mission entrusted to us by our home, Earth, and all her peoples. Any contingent elements of this fleet which put our mission in detriment will be swiftly eliminated. If you plan on endangering this mission, I will have you court-martialed and executed quicker than you can call out for your mama.

I, with the aid of my immediate subordinates, have determined the first destination for this fleet. In approximately 22 days, ladies and gentlemen, we shall all be enjoying the wonderful vista of Kepler-62. I will not let us fail. This is my oath to you.
May many of you excuse this old man for being so emphatic in saying…

May God protect us.

McCart over and out.

End transmission.

Veris. I also need you to send the following order to the ships’ AI security protocols.
Commanding officers will no longer be able to be in the same place at the same time without my command.

Veris. Notify the Captains we are lifting off for the Kaiper Belt at 1000 hours Hyperion time. Thank you.

Also, Veris. Sorry for bombarding you with commands.”


With that, McCart looked out over the portals of the bridge towards the Lunar Base. Departures always made him nervous.

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By the time McCart had reached where his chair sat, Veris was in full operational status. Up and moving around, Veris was often slightly off the ground. The exhaust thrusters made a soft hum, akin to that of a hand-held jet engine. As McCart enter the room, Veris would be the first to note with a, "Welcome back, sir." With Veris's warning, all of the officers braced for a barrage of commands.

"This is August 13 Artificial Data Analysis Android August 13 Call-sign "Veris", operating as per command of Grand Admiral McCart, to all ship transmissions officers. At 0930 Hyperion time, transmit the following message on the standard internal public channel of your ships:

Ladies and Gentlemen of the First Expeditionary Fleet,

This is your commanding-officer, Grand Admiral Joseph McCart, speaking. Each and every one of you is in my fleet for a specific reason. Some of you were chosen by the Crew Selection Committee of Fleet Command. Some of you were appointed to be representatives of several different sovereignties back home. Some of you I hand-picked myself. However way you’re on this mission don’t matter. You’re aboard and you’ve each got an important task at hand. WE have an important task at hand.

We are all bound in a fraternal thread that is this mission. It is a sacred mission entrusted to us by our home, Earth, and all her peoples. Any contingent elements of this fleet which put our mission in detriment will be swiftly eliminated. If you plan on endangering this mission, I will have you court-martialed and executed quicker than you can call out for your mama.

I, with the aid of my immediate subordinates, have determined the first destination for this fleet. In approximately 22 days, ladies and gentlemen, we shall all be enjoying the wonderful vista of Kepler-62. I will not let us fail. This is my oath to you.
May many of you excuse this old man for being so emphatic in saying…

May God protect us.

McCart over and out.


Veris then began his second command, as such:

Begin transmission...

Designating targets [All Ship AI]...
Awaiting response from 359 entities...
Response complete, average ping at 3 ms...

Sending command [Add New Protocol]...
Responses received...

Sending value [No CO is allowed to be in the same room at the same time without express permission of highest living authority within (Vector String [Fleet CO])]...
Confirmations received...

End transmission...


Now for Veris's third task:

"This is August 13 Artificial Data Analysis Android August 13 Call-sign "Veris", operating as per command of Grand Admiral McCart, to all captains. Our fleet is to leave lift off for the Kaiper Belt at 1000 hours Hyperion."

"All commands completed, sir. You're welcome." Veris said before McCart apologized for the command shelling. Stating as any AI would, Veris said, "It is not a problem, sir. I am capable of doing far more than that many commands in that amount of time."

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Lana wondered where the captain of the Thunderchild was, Maybe he is late? She wondered, then a young man came into view he then turned to the Admiral then said, "Uh... hi, Admiral. I know you were expecting Captain Speirs, but I took it as my responsibility to report..." He took a deep breath. "I'm afraid he's gone missing while on a last visit to Earth. I'm the new captain. I've gone over Captain Speirs' notes, however. He seemed to thinking hitting KOI-1686 was the best option. I agree with his judgement, and want to honor it."

Lana saw the Grand Admiral scratch his beard as he shifted his stare from the three, ”It escapes me whether the Thunderchild is on Fleet Command Appointment or is Private Commissioning. Did Secretary Maybourne appoint you, son, or did the ship elect you? That would answer that. Either way, I’m glad to have you aboard. Have your ship’s AI send your Nautical File and Officer Serial.

“As for the votes, lady and gentlemen, we have two Kepler and one KOI. I myself was going for Gliese, though I've been mostly convinced. It doesn’t matter. A fair vote is a fair vote. Kepler-62 it is. Captain McCoy, g’head and hit the Bridge and start the processes for the Hyperion’s departure. Dr. Marietta, please send Veris a report upon the completion of the civilians’ boarding. Captain, uhh… whatever your name is, remember to send the information over." With that Lana saluted as the other captains dissapeared out of view. The room went dark but then was lighten up by the dim lights on the wall, Lana stretched and walked out quietly, I guess I will head to the bridge and get the report of the Civilian's aboard the Apollo...

While walking through the ship, Lana had time to reflect on her decision of Kepler-62. It was a good call, the soil was rich, and there is a good chance of it possessing alien life. Either way, the choice was made. At 1000 Hours the fleet will begin their journey to Kepler-62. Whoosh Lana walked onto the bridge calmly, taking a breath of relief that Lt. Worf had turned off that music. Over near one of the consoles Lana saw two men and one girl, one of the men was tall and was dressed in black military gear and had black unkempt hair. Ah, that must be my Head of Security Nero. But who are the other two? She decided to walk over to them, "Good Day Everyone, Nero who are these people?" She had picked up her hand-held holographic device as she was scrolling through the list of civilians aboard the ship.

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Mr. Tesla walked into a big room with An Admiral and others, He continued to walk into the room. "hello Admiral Mc cart, Veris, I wonder how I got here..." He continued to walk into the room, Staring out into empty space

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McCart almost giggled at himself when Veris said, "It is not a problem, sir. I am capable of doing far more than that many commands in that amount of time."

”Ah, Veris. You’re a real life saver,” was McCart’s only reply.

It was about 1600 hours Hyperion time by the time the fleet had gotten to the Kaiper Belt. They were running ‘a bit’ behind schedule due to a bit of a commotion on the Apollo and some security protocols on the Thunderchild. Besides that, the Hyperion was also experiencing some integration issues with the new engine core. Although not detrimental to the schedule, an intruding scientist had also found his way onto the Command Level of the Hyperion; it was an odd moment, but McCart ordered him to be escorted to the Apollo. But all those issues were solved by the time the fleet had passed Mars.

”Veris,” the Admiral began, puffing on his cigar, ”do you know of the namesake of the Hyperion? He was one of the 12 titans, birthed from Gaia, the Earth Mother, and born of Ouranos, the chaotic wellspring of everything. His dominion was over light and wisdom, and his son was Helios, the Sun. It’s actually interesting they named this ship after Hyperion. Perhaps they expected her to sail to edges of where light touches? I’m not sure, but it’s been a ponderance of mine for some months. Well I guess it doesn’t matter, huh?”

McCart laughed at himself, assuming Veris had been dumbfounded by the Admiral’s odd ramblings. But then again, perhaps it didn’t really surprise Veris, anymore. McCart was a rambler, especially after losing his family back home. The Admiral just had hoped that perhaps Veris enjoyed the old man’s unique conversations; part of him wished Veris enjoyed his company as much as McCart enjoyed Veris’s company. On a few ironic occaisions, Veris was the only friendly face McCart had on a voyage.

The fleet was nearing the edge of the KBelt, having successfully dodged (or made way) through the iclings and rocks that dotted the outer circle of the system. The 1st Vanguard Fleet was dismissed as the Hyperion, the Thunderchild and Apollo officially made clearance outside the known Solar System. Admiral Stone mentioned some KLF throwdown at Pluto and hurried off; McCart was glad to have the other admiral off his back anyway.

”Veris, three immediate tasks. First, notify the captains to be ready for hyperjump. The ships are all navigationally ready. Upon my countdown and final command, we’ll jump. Secondly, assess all systems throughout the fleet to be healthy and fully functioning. Suspend auxiliary functions for the jump. Thirdly, pray as hard as any android can pray.”

McCart, upon the final command (which he meant somewhat facetiously), pulled out his own black rosary. The rosary itself was a symbol of his initiation into the Knights of Columbus, so many years ago; McCart was a religious man, perhaps one of the few still left on the fleet. He was an old man, and old men in the UNSA were typically afforded more social freedoms than say a young upstart who carried a bible with him. McCart’s faith was well known but uncommented on, simply because he wasn’t one to boast of it or let it be mocked.

The engines revved up, the systems went online, and the pilots of all three ships nervously readied themselves for an even which they had never truly been trained for. But McCart was confident his flight officers were more than suitable; he hand-picked each and they were the best pilots in the whole damn UNSA.

McCart could feel his stomach drop as he nervously finalized the preparations. He slowly felt his mind fade away into anxious oblivion as the Hyperspace Engine screamed up and space seemed to bend around the Hyperion. ”Veris. Initiate communication with the fleet’s bridges.
Commence countdown:
10.
9.
8.
7.
6.
5.
4.
3.
2.
1.
Jump…”

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Captain McCoy


"Admiral, in my opinion I think I will have to agree with Captain McCoy on the matter of Kepler-62. Yes it is the farthest system but who knows what we can find? Like the Captain said, the planets there are rich with minerals. Yes there is the chance of extraterrestrial life already inhabiting the planets, but that will give us the chance of learning. Gaining the knowledge they have gained, gaining allies and friends. I have opinions of Gliese 581 and KOI-1686 but I must stick to Kepler-62."

His eyes looked over the head researcher from the Apollo. It's not like he could help himself, his eyes were just drawn to pretty young ladies. Combine that with the fact that she had just agreed with him and he would have treated the woman to dinner had she been on his ship. She won him the vote and he knew it. He cracked a bit of a smile, bordering on a smirk in fact, as he congratulated himself. His ego and pride were... well, not the smallest.

His eyes shifted to the next captain that would be speaking up. He was curious, but not surprised, to see someone besides Captain Spiers standing there. The Thunderchild seemed to have a way of "losing" it's captains. He still hadn't been able to ascertain if that was on purpose or not.


"Uh... hi, Admiral. I know you were expecting Captain Speirs, but I took it as my responsibility to report..." He took a deep breath. "I'm afraid he's gone missing while on a last visit to Earth. I'm the new captain. I've gone over Captain Speirs' notes, however. He seemed to thinking hitting KOI-1686 was the best option. I agree with his judgment, and want to honor it."

Now that wasn't exactly what he was looking for. He was hoping that his words would have been enough to win over a unanimous vote from the captains. This stuck only a little bit in his craw, mainly because he respected the new captain for wanting to uphold the ideas and opinions of his predecessor.

”It escapes me whether the Thunderchild is on Fleet Command Appointment or is Private Commissioning. Did Secretary Maybourne appoint you, son, or did the ship elect you? That would answer that. Either way, I’m glad to have you aboard. Have your ship’s AI send your Nautical File and Officer Serial.

“As for the votes, lady and gentlemen, we have two Kepler and one KOI. I myself was going for Gliese, though I’ve been mostly convinced. It doesn’t matter. A fair vote is a fair vote. Kepler-62 it is. Captain McCoy, g’head and hit the Bridge and start the processes for the Hyperion’s departure. Dr. Marietta, please send Veris a report upon the completion of the civilians’ boarding. Captain, uhh… whatever your name is, remember to send the information over.

“Comm-room 3 AI – Terminate holo-conference function. Grand Admiral McCart out.”


He hadn't expected to win over the Admiral, his adopted uncle was rather stubborn like that when it came to these kinds of decisions. Still, he was glad he had won in general and that was enough. One of the things he did like about McCart, really always had, was how he seemed to take things so smoothly and easily. He often looked up to the man for this, taking a trump in his opinion and a last minute change in staff without even really blinking an eye, though he never would have admitted it in his growing age.

As the holo-conference ended, he gave the traditional salute to his superior, and waited for McCart to leave first. This was really more out of respect on a personal level than a professional one. He quickly made his way down to the Bridge, it was relatively easy since most of the people on board the ship were already at their jobs. Once there he resumed being the mind of the hive that was the ship, immediately barking out orders.

"Listen up ladies, the Admiral says to prepare for liftoff. Initiate all pre-flight system checks, warm up the propulsion systems, batten down the hatches, things of that nature." He gave the orders with an almost sarcastic tone. He wasn't really one to play the part of calling lower ranking sailors "ladies", but he had always been amused by the way the popular media had portrayed the role of a commanding officer.

He took his seat in the Captain's chair aboard the bridge and slipped the hand held device out of his pocket. He went into the messaging application and programmed it to send a recorded message to Ms. Marietta.

"I would like to personally thank you for siding with me in the captain's vote that was recently held. Whether it was actually because of what I said or for your own reasons, it was your vote that ended up deciding our destination. For now, let's just say that I owe you one. My deepest thanks, Captain McCoy."

Just as he finished sending the message, he heard McCart's voice come over the ship's intercom system. It was strange that as much as technology had advanced since he was a boy, they still used intercom systems.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the First Expeditionary Fleet,

This is your commanding-officer, Grand Admiral Joseph McCart, speaking. Each and every one of you is in my fleet for a specific reason. Some of you were chosen by the Crew Selection Committee of Fleet Command. Some of you were appointed to be representatives of several different sovereignties back home. Some of you I hand-picked myself. However way you’re on this mission don’t matter. You’re aboard and you’ve each got an important task at hand. WE have an important task at hand.

We are all bound in a fraternal thread that is this mission. It is a sacred mission entrusted to us by our home, Earth, and all her peoples. Any contingent elements of this fleet which put our mission in detriment will be swiftly eliminated. If you plan on endangering this mission, I will have you court-martialed and executed quicker than you can call out for your mama.

I, with the aid of my immediate subordinates, have determined the first destination for this fleet. In approximately 22 days, ladies and gentlemen, we shall all be enjoying the wonderful vista of Kepler-62. I will not let us fail. This is my oath to you.
May many of you excuse this old man for being so emphatic in saying…

May God protect us.

McCart over and out."


A smile crept across McCoy's lips as he listened to the message from the Admiral. The old man always had a way of making people feel like they could depend on him and he was sure that everyone aboard the ship now had the utmost confidence, if they hadn't already, in Admiral Joseph McCart. Even still, he had to give a slight eye roll to the last part.

McCart was from the seemingly dying generation of those who were actually religious and seemed proud to be so. A lack of religion had really taken the main stage now since the beginning of the twenty first century and the trend hadn't really stopped. Whether it was because people really were becoming less religious or just that part of "tolerance" meant not showing anything that makes your culture unique, he didn't know and frankly didn't care.

It was just about then that McCoy received two messages from Veris on his device. The first, a command from the Admiral stating that no commanding officers should ever be in the same place at one time. This concerned him a little. It reminded him of the contingencies put in place by governments in war time. He pushed that to the back of his mind for the moment as he opened the second message from Veris. This one simply stating that they would be leaving Lunar orbit at 1000 hours Hyperion time.

"Orders just came down from the Admiral people! Ship takes off at 1000 hours Hyperion time, make sure we're ready or I'll personally see to it that you're demoted and kicked off my ship!"

Once done with his order, he sent a message to the Admiral. It read,

"Sir, concerning your order about commanding officers. Is there a reason for this or are you just being cautious? Forgive any disrespect if I say, I know you better than to be a suspicious old man. I would like to request a meeting with you to discuss anything that you seem to think may be endangering the safety of any of my soldiers aboard my ship. Uncle McCart, I think I need to know what's going on.

Hunter."

The last part he had intentionally made more personal than professional. To tell the truth, sometimes it was hard to decide which he should act as when with McCart, but since he thought that their messages would be private he thought it would be fine. That and he wanted to appeal to the Admiral in a more than professional way to tell him what was going on. His uncle's worry worried him to say the least.

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Flight Lieutenant Aidan O'Rourke


O'Rourke was slumped into his chair when the orders to move came in. Finally they were ready to go. Months of hard work and training had been put into this, and even still the FTL drives had barely seen much action. When the time came to jump it would be tense. He had to make sure everything went smoothly or the ship would rip itself apart. Not exactly a motivating outcome.

The engines were at idle and ready to go. The engineers had spent the last 4 hours just starting them. Looking at his large monitor O'Rourke could see all the statistics he needed. Everything looked good to go. He opened up comm channels with the chief engineer and the captain. 'Flight Lieutenant O'Rourke preparing for departure. All systems stable and ready to go.'

Using his touchscreen interface O'Rourke pushed the throttle to 40%. The ship started to move sluggishly away from the moon. When he was certain the engines were stable he pushed the throttle up to 100% power. The ship surged to life as the engines roared into power. The ship began to accelerate quickly as they gained speed. O'Rourke grabbed the joystick on his chair pushed it to the left. The ship was slow to react, as expected. The Hyperion was massive and required a lot of thrusters to turn it, it was simply a matter of preempting the maneuvers before they needed to be done. Once they escaped the gravity well of the moon O'Rourke set a course for the Kuiper belt.

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At 16:00 O'Rourke let out a deep breath and momentarily closed his eyes. It was up to him now to make sure all this went off without a hitch. Up to him to see the Hyperion safely into the jump. The bridge was now in open communications mode, every could hear everyone in order to ensure commands and status reports could be heard by everyone on board. 'Flight Lieutenant O'Rourke preparing for hyperspace jump. Thrust at 100%, engine exhaust 85%. Core temperature 13,000 Celsius. Hyperspace drives are a go I repeat, are a go.' O'Rourke made sure the autopilot was configured and ready to go. The navigation systems had Kepler locked in.

It was now or nothing as Grand Admiral McCart's voice come over the intercom for the countdown. O'Rourke sat in his seat anxiously at the count down started. His finger hovering over the hyperspace control panel. His heart started pounding in his chest and his fingertips sweaty. Trying desperately to push the thoughts of his body being propelled at twice the speed of light. '..10..' O'Rourke activated the jump readiness system covering all the ships view-ports with thick steel. '..8..' O'Rourke activated the drive core, he could hear the engines rumbling from the bridge as the core burst to life warming up for the jump. '..3..' the engine indicator systems were glowing red, they were at tipping point. A small blue light started flashing indicating the ship was ready to jump. '..Jump!.. O'Rourke let gravity take control as his finger dropped towards the control panel. It hit the 'hyperspace jump' button and within a fraction of a second his stomach lurched as the ship entered the jump.

'Oh man, that was intense' he sighed. He left his shoulders drop and let out a little satisfactory laugh. He began to relax a little as he checked all the systems. The ship was drifting of course a little, the computer unable to fully navigate the ship at such high speeds. A few adjustments every 2 to 3 hours would keep them on course. He decided to report in to the captain and the admiral opening up a comms channel. 'Flight Lieutenant O'Rourke reporting in. Successful jump, ship is holding together and all systems reporting normal operation, nothing out of the ordinary apart from some minor hyperspace drift. Easily correctable'

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"The Hyperion was named such because it was originally built around a light speed drive. The light speed drive proved to be too dangerous and hard to manage after the second flight. The current FTL drive was installed with ease, thanks to the large amount of space that the first drive required. Or so states the prototype logs." Veris stated. Had he just left the topic alone, the anilytics add-on would not have been functioning properly, so one could say that this response was proof that Veris was operating correctly.

Once out of the K belt, Veris was ordered to do three tasks: Notify captains of hyperjump, ensuring to state the countdown, initiate full fleet wide ship self-assessment, telling the AIs to turn off all axillary functions, and run pray[].

"This is August 13 Artificial Data Analysis Android August 13 Call-sign "Veris", operating as per command of Grand Admiral McCart, to all captains of the exploratory fleet. All ship AIs will be running self-diagnostics and cutting axillary functions immediately. Once all systems have been prepared, the hyperjump will go on the Grand Admiral's countdown."

As the transmission was shot to the ship captains, Veris was also communing with the AIs.

"Begin parallel transmission...

Designating targets [All Ship AI]...
Awaiting response from 359 entities...
Response complete, average ping at 4.361 ms...

Sending command [run self-diagnostics]...
Responses received...

Sending value [all ship systems]...
Confirmations received...

End transmission to (Vector String [Fleet Captains])...
Maintain transmission to (Vector String [Fleet AI])...

Sending command [suspend systems]...
Responses received...

Sending value [auxiliary]...
Confirmations received...

End transmission...


The final order, running pray[], was significantly more difficult for Veris. The program pray[] took massive amounts of power to run, due to the complexity of the concept.

At the time of the countdown, Veris sent out one last transmission to the captains before they traveled into hyperspace.

"This is August 13 Artificial Data Analysis Android August 13 Call-sign "Veris", operating as per command of Grand Admiral McCart, to all captains of the exploratory fleet.
Commence countdown:
10.
9.
8.
7.
6.
5.
4.
3.
2.
1.
Jump…”


At jump, Veris began to slide slowly backwards, the hum of his electromagnets filling in what noise wasn't from the hyperspace drive. To counter the sliding, Veris began to use his exhaust thrusters once again. However, McCart was the only one close enough to even hear them.

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"Sir, we are approaching our target destination and speed. We will be back into regular space in 30 seconds." Veris stated, with the 30 being dead on the mark. As everyone began to prepare for standard space, or just stood amazed that they had survived, Veris was preparing for a horde of commands.

"5
4
3
2
1
We are back into standard space sir. It appears that we have entered near a belt of damaged asteroids with cores of diamonds that has spilled out. We have two super-earths within the habitable zone, a gas giant that is opposite the super-earths, a Mars sized world, and three other planets, each about twice the size of Earth, and a brown dwarf at the edge of the system.

Orders, sir?" Veris stated, rather quickly after the jump. He had gained all of this using only the Hyperion's outer cameras, and a small laser to judge distance.

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Grand Admiral McCart was a sensible man, albeit oddly sentimental. He wasn’t one to pander or prod, but he’d lie awake for hours just reminiscing. Songs of days gone by, people he knew and loved and lost, memories that were lost in the vortex of time. It was these that had flooded his dreams in hyperspace.

In order to escape the expected adverse effects of hyperspatial travel, such as PTSD, depression, schizophrenia and the controversial “Star Delierium,” the UNSA had the forecastle of all three ships revamped and replaced with individual bed-cells. Like the bunks and hammocks of old, each sailor had a “box” that was his usual sleeping arrangement. But for hyperspace, each cell initiates cryosleep. During hyperspace jumping, each sailor is assigned to several 6-month shifts, with portions of the ship under cryosleep, and the other portions awake. Even the captains and the admiral had crysleep chambers in their cabins.

McCart had only just awoken from cryosleep when a flash of all his dreams cascaded through his mind. The first shock was mental, escaping the realities of dream to the realities of the physical world. The second shock was physical – the body was partially weakened (albeit mostly only reduced muscle mass and missing muscle memory. From the onset of waking from cryosleep, it takes the Cryo AI over 10 hours to completely recalibrate the body and readjust the mind. Various visual images, holograms, exercises and therapies (including submersion hygiene) are employed at this time in an attempt to reduce any psychosomatic blows.

Most of the protocol was scientific theory up until this trip. Every sailor and passenger had been partially trained for several weeks, but almost two and half years of that could never be trained for. It was pure hell to some. To McCart, it was like the rest of his life. Active in some parts, dreaming in others. In many ways, McCart was reliving his past, as well.

When the cryochamber had finally validated his health, he was released, and the chamber unlocked and opened to reveal his cold, dark cabin suite. He pulled himself out, still somewhat weak, and swung his legs onto the cabin floor. Wanting to scream at first, the cold floor reminded him of the warmth that escaped him when last saw Katie and Michael. His wife had kissed him at the spaceport in Houston, one of the UNSA’s many hubs. Her soft brown eyes and golden hair seemed to sparkle with amusement and pain as she whispered to him, ”I love you. I’ll see you, soon.” His son, Michael, just a 17 year old boy, and Michael's boyfriend both hugged the Admiral one last time, a smiles on both their faces. For the life of him, McCart could never figure out why he couldn’t say I love you to those three. They were gone, now.

He spent a few hours alone in that cabin, just in the dark, only illuminated by the puff of his pipe. Naked in body and spirit. This was his ritual every 12 months for the past 2 years. It was deafening, sometimes.
When he was finally able to shrug away his memories, McCart took a long time to don his service uniform. His uniform was a point of pride for him, being a symbol of his authority and achievement. In his hometown of Lockhart, the people would call him Caudillo, an old Spanish title for warlord, albeit affectionately. Back home, he was a respected, well-to-do elder with a generally amicable relationship with most of his neighbors. There had even been talks from kinfolk to get him into the mayor’s seat when he retired from the UNSA.

“Cabin 102-Gold AI. Initiate sunrise. Initiate illumination.” A the command, the windows “unfurled” like time and time before, and the polymer electroluminescent
lights throughout the cabin flickered to bright life.

“AI. Initiate holo-module mirror function.” At that command, the nearest holo-module projected a hologram, which, using advanced refraction and reflection, acted as a mirror for the admiral. He checked all his badges and whatnots. Always made it a point to be in tip-top attire – subordinates might get the wrong idea otherwise.


McCart ascended his seat in the FCC without much ceremony. Today was the day. The end of the long hyper jump. Cryosleep made the event much less climatic as it should have been, at least for McCart, but nonetheless he couldn’t help but a jolt of anxiety dance up and down his spine.

"Sir, we are approaching our target destination and speed. We will be back into regular space in 30 seconds." Veris stated, with the 30 being dead on the mark. As everyone began to prepare for standard space, or just stood amazed that they had survived, Veris was preparing for a horde of commands.

"5
4
3
2
1

“We are back into standard space sir. It appears that we have entered near a belt of damaged asteroids with cores of diamonds that has spilled out. We have two super-earths within the habitable zone, a gas giant that is opposite the super-earths, a Mars sized world, and three other planets, each about twice the size of Earth, and a brown dwarf at the edge of the system.

“Orders, sir?"


Veris was a ball of talent, and McCart smiled as the android immediately enthused the situation. The dizzying shift from hyperspace to standard space was almost an immense sense of vertigo. McCart had instantly likened it to “the kick of a 12 gauge shotgun against a brick wall,” and then pondered over why anyone would shoot a brick wall with a shotgun.

”Veris. Initiate auxiliary functions. Commence a fullscale diagnostics procedure across the fleet. Discharge several pods for substance- and bio- scans. And Veris, it’s good to see you, again.”

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"Begin transmission...

Designating targets [All Ship AI]...
Awaiting response from 359 entities...
Response complete, average ping at 2.335 ms...

Sending command [run self-diagnostics]...
Responses received...

Sending value [all ship systems]...
Confirmations received...

Sending command [resume systems]...
Responses received...

Sending value [auxiliary]...
Confirmations received...

Sending command [run self-diagnostics]...
Responses received...

Sending value [all auxiliary systems]...
Confirmations received...

Sending command [run crew diagnostics scans]...
Responses received...

Sending value [all crew, all possible non-invasive scans]...
Confirmations received...

Sending command [launch pods]...
Responses received...

Sending value [bio and substance observation pods, solar system]...
Confirmations received...
End Transmission...

Begin audio report...
Designating target[Grand Admiral]...
Announcing Value[
"All systems read good, sir. Three minor problems have been detected within the Thunderchild's systems. Airlock 12 appears to need sealant, burner 5 on stove 3 has a deteriorating heating element, and bolt 5,391 of the hyperspace engine needs to be tightened 3 rotations. The Hyperion has only one problem, theater 4's projector needs a new bulb. The Apollo has four problems. Docks 4 and 17 need the door fuses replaced, the main server for entertainment requires fuse 31-9 to be replaced, and door 64 to the kitchen needs lubricated and cleaned. No damage or problems have been detected within any non-mentioned functions or parts."]...

Social command being processed...
Announcing value[
"It is good to see you too, sir."]...

End audio report...

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Captain McCoy had it arranged so that he had come out of his own period of cryosleep several weeks before they were released from Hyperspace. He wanted to make sure that he was in peak physical condition for whenever they actually landed on the planets that they were supposed to be studying, he would have nothing less than to be on the first exploration team.

The first couple of days had been agonizing. He went through the rehabilitation process, albeit with a few difficulties. His body hadn't taken well to almost six months of full sleep, his mind had always made him restless to be doing things. Combine that with the fact that he pushed himself extra hard, just to make sure that none of the crew saw his weakness, and it might as well have been hell for him.

Today was the day, however, and he was glad that he was back to one hundred percent by this time. He had constant information flowing into the Bridge for him to review, making sure that their exit from Hyperspace wouldn't be absolutely disastrous. So far, everything seemed fine. People were being roused out of cryosleep, the engines were running well, the ship was still stocked enough to make it back home even if they stayed here for a while. As a captain, there was nothing more that he could want from the Hyperion.

He received the report that they were supposed to be exiting hyperspace any minute and he felt his stomach launch up into his throat. He was suddenly nervous. He had no reason to be, everything was running fine, but this was everything to him. This one mission dictated the rest of his career, the rest of his life, and his legacy.

He stood for a moment, he was really too nervous to sit. The moment that he got to his feet, they exited hyperspace. The feel of it was dizzying, he actually had to return to his seat for a moment as he got his bearings. Then his eyes widened. From out of the front of the ship he could see the star system in front of him. They had done it, they had been the first humans to ever successfully make it outside of the solar system. He couldn't help but let out a laugh and a large smile spread across his face.

He knew that the Admiral would be up and about by now so he went ahead and sent a message to him. "Congratulations old man, how does it feel to be the Grand Admiral of the first space expedition outside our solar system? Forget Mayor of Lockhart Admiral, I'd be surprised if you weren't nominated for president. Congratulations in advance."

The message might have been a little much, but he was excited. The entire Bridge had actually gone up in celebration. There was lots of shouting about how they had done it, lots of hugs going around, high fives, applause, and some people just stared dumbfounded at the system before them. He allowed the crew their moment of celebration, they deserved it. They had done one hell of a job keeping this thing up and running for almost two and half years through hyperspace. He was probably more proud of this crew than any other he had ever lead.

He stood up out of his seat and began to address those on the Bridge. "Alright, alright, settle down! First of all, I'd like to congratulate you all on such a good job. I salute each and every one of you. Second of all, I'd just like to say... welcome to the star system of Kepler-62!" More applause and cheers went up. He couldn't help but laugh good heartedly at this. "Take a moment to compose yourself then start running ship diagnostics. We may have made it, but let's make sure that exiting hyperspace didn't mess with our ships. That's all."

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”Veris. Thank you. I am confident that those diagnostics are already in capable hands and are being attended to. Please notify me when the pods return.”

McCart finally allowed himself a moment of… jubilation, as he stared out over the Bridge’s primary windows. Such awe. Such wonder. Planets unknown to mankind, around a star previously just a blip on a telescopic image. A message on the Admiral’s inbox came up.

"Congratulations old man, how does it feel to be the Grand Admiral of the first space expedition outside our solar system? Forget Mayor of Lockhart, Admiral. I'd be surprised if you weren't nominated for president. Congratulations in advance."

McCart joyously shook his head. He was content with the message.

[color=DarkSlateBlue]”Congratulations to you, too, Hunter.

It feels… overwhelming. We’ll talk about it more over a bottle of wine sometime.

And president? President of what? I do have dual-citizenship, you know? President of Texas, or were you thinking something more… D.C.? Or maybe President of Toy Land? President of St. Henry’s Home for the Senile?

I suppose we shall see.


The uproar that had erupted on both the Bridge and the Relay was most definitely echoed throughout the whole of the ship, indeed the whole fleet. It seemed almost like a deafening buzz of applause and cheers, right for at least 15 minutes. From the FCC, the Admiral could see the various smiling faces of the young men and women aboard. It inspired a ‘kink’ of pure ecstasy in the old man for a moment. He remembered Katie at that moment – she’d love to be here.


He waited for a moment to allow the hum to die down, slightly. At what seemed the apex, he stood up from his chair and stood just in front of the navigational module, using it as a pulpit above his congregation. From his raised position over the Bridge, he stared off into a few of the eyes that caught his own. Raising his right hand as if calling a cab, he called the attention of Captain McCoy.

”Veris. Bring up a camera and focus it on me. I’d like to address the fleet. Broadcast to all public facilities,” the Admiral said to his trusted side.

A small, spherical pod was discharged from the ceiling of the Command Level and kept itself in hover around the Admiral’s FCC. It’s lights turned from green to red, indicating broadcasting. The screens and holo-modules of the Bridge, likewise, manifested the Admiral’s face. It was safe, at least to McCart’s mind, to assume the case was the same on the Thunderchild and the Apollo.

Clearing his throat, the Admiral began to speak, culling the roars of the crew to attention.

”Ladies and gentlemen, damen und herren, madamoiselles et monsieurs, damas y caballeros: my… fellow children of Gaia, my fellow Earthlings. Welcome to Kepler-62.”

The crew burst into cheering once more, forcing the Admiral to humbly stretch out his hand as if to understandingly snuff their cheers away.

”After over two years, we are finally at our destination. Many of us have just woken from cryosleep today. Many of us haven’t been in cryosleep for awhile but with all the busy-bodying, I bet it feels like cryosleep.

“We are all the very first humans to use hyperspace, leave our local system, and see with our very own eyes the horizon of another star. Before us lies perhaps a system filled with destiny.

“For the time being, we will engage slowly. Apollo shall work on deciphering which of the planets will be the safest to engage and then I’ll determine who’s going where and when.

“Congratulations. Now if there be life out there other than our own, let’s introduce ‘em to our King.”


At that, the Admiral initiated a track from his personal datacore, and broadcasted it to each of the ships public facilities.

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”Ladies and gentlemen, damen und herren, madamoiselles et monsieurs, damas y caballeros: my… fellow children of Gaia, my fellow Earthlings. Welcome to Kepler-62.”

”After over two years, we are finally at our destination. Many of us have just woken from cryosleep today. Many of us haven’t been in cryosleep for awhile but with all the busy-bodying, I bet it feels like cryosleep.

“We are all the very first humans to use hyperspace, leave our local system, and see with our very own eyes the horizon of another star. Before us lies perhaps a system filled with destiny.

“For the time being, we will engage slowly. Apollo shall work on deciphering which of the planets will be the safest to engage and then I’ll determine who’s going where and when.

“Congratulations. Now if there be life out there other than our own, let’s introduce ‘em to our King.”

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