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Baby Steps

Our Solar System's Stellar Neighborhood

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a part of Baby Steps, by Jacker.

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Lana Marietta [27] "Where is that report I asked for?"
Admiral McCart [26] "Listen here, Ensign: This is my fleet, and when you're my age, you will understand that better. Until then, shut up."
Lt. Markus Worf [22] "Shiggidy-shiggidy-shwa!"
Natalie Darron [20] "Look, I don't have time for this, I got a schedule to keep!"
Nero [20] "Keep calm and we shouldn't have any problems. Oh, and don't wake the baby...please."
Nakasagi Rai [16] "This is my last shot at an adventure, so I thought I might as well go for it."
Veris [16] We are currently opperating at 55% effeciency, reaching our target destination in 2 days, sir.
EUCLID-II [15] Number crunching supercomputer assigned to run the intense calculations for hyperspace travel aboard the Apollo. Can be a bit of a smart-ass, likes to play logic games.
Captain McCoy [12] "I'm the Captain of this damn ship and as such, I will not be questioned by some lower class soldier. Dismissed."
Dr. Tesla [5] The Descendant of Nikola Tesla and Maker of Tesla Co.

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Soldier Adriana Cain stood on a skywalk that overlooked the garage in which the ships were stored. She should have seemed half awake, for she had been awake all night, on a rotating shift guarding the garage. She wore her uniform, a navy green camouflage outfit, with a pistol strapped to her hip and a hat on her head, which hid her long blonde hair. For someone who hadn't slept, she was as awake as someone who had slept in. Soldiers, Scientists, Naval Officers, and all kinds of others were flooding the garage, getting on and off the ships. Cain hadn't been ordered to come down yet, but she got a feeling that she might was to hurry it up.

Even though she didn't seem like it, Cain was quite excited about this trip. Space, aliens, it was all so Star Trek-ish. Cain would never admit it, but she loved the show as a child, watching the old reruns whenever she could, although it was what, ninety years old? Maybe a hundred?

Suddenly, noise in her bluetooth brought her back to reality. There was so much static, she wasn't sure if they were speaking to her nor what they were saying, but it was probably time for her to head down anyway. Standing on the skywalk over the garage for a long while, and still maintaining a perfect soldier-like posture was something she grew tired of eventually. She might as well check in on the ship she was going on, the Hyperion, just to make sure she wasn't going to be left behind. So, Cain silently walked back into the main part of the building, full intent on heading down to the garage where everyone else was.

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"How does a little one like you even comprehend a quarter of what is written on this page?" he questioned. It was embarrassing to see a ten year old who knew more about this subject than he. "And even if you do know this, the funds required to construct something like this aren't included in the budget for this expedition. I'm not sure we have any place on the ship solely for the making of these... robot things." he began, but slowly added, "But...."

He thought about it for a moment. Ah, yes, since she was on the civilian craft with no actual job or family, he couldn't just allow her to stay on. Because she didn't have a place. Family was the only exception to this, since it kept morale high and they voyage was no three-day journey. Someone like her wanted a job -- needed a job. And, thinking about it, maybe he had one for her. She could screw with robots on paper in her spare time.


"Maybe I can make an exception, if you'll do something for me, that is. How about it?" he asked, not waiting for an answer before beginning. "There's a chance I can convince the people who get to decide who stays on this ship to let you on, but you'll need to actually have some form of legitimate purpose beforehand, and sorry to say, but they might not classify building robots as a purpose. Therefore, maybe you can help me by taking care of Claudia, what say you? If you can construct blueprints for plans like these" he held them out. "Then you should be mature enough to handle that. Am I wrong on this assumption...?" he left a pause since he hadn't heard her name yet. "Just think of it as a way to get on the ship so that you can prove your robots aren't junk."

(I'm going on the assumption robots aren't just walking the streets and stuff. Correct me if I'm wrong.)

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((She's fourteen...
and yeah, there would be robots walking around on the street, according to the existence of Unseenshadow2's character, which is a robot, although they might be very expensive, and so rare (possibly, I'm not the GM). The way his character is portrayed indicates that a business sells it.
Plus, her 'robots' are actually mechs, which require a pilot. they could be robots, but they'd be less effective, more expensive, and take longer to produce, according to Natalie's estimations.
I hope it's okay to put OOC stuff in here! O_O))

Natalie Darron
Natalie's face shone bright with excitement for a second, then quickly dropped it. "Heh, nothing I complete could possibly be junk... I just need the proper tools and materials, you'll see!" At least, the little ones made of tin and aluminum she made in replacement for prototypes worked, kinda. The servos kept getting all gummed up unless she put a lot of oil on it, so not worth the cost of a bottle a week. She looked up. "It shouldn't be too hard to manage, if I get some free time every once in a while." She said, taking his challenge. "I'm Natalie, Natalie Darron. So, uh, can you get me out of here?" She said, tapping the hard-plastic door.

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As Lana walked onto the bridge she was greeted by loud music, as she looked around for the source she saw that the crew either hated it or was amused by it, either way it was very annoying. A man who was sitting at one of the consoles said to her,

"Good mornin', miss," he said, his American Midwestern accent making itself quite apparent as he stood up and walked over to her. "Lieutenant Markus Worf. That's right, totally Klingon! Which is why I'll be your new, or first, weapons officer, I should say! Hope you don't mind the music, it helps me get my mornin' groove on!" He seemed cheerful enough but that godawful music has to stop, she straightened her back and said slowly,

"Turn off that music Lt. Worf, I have a ship to run and now is not the time to fuddle things up." Lana said, in her mild British accent. So, this is my weapons officer, enthusiastic enough/ She left Lt. Worf with her order and proceeded to the Captains Chair, it was leathery and comfortable. The chair was in the middle of the bridge, and was surrounded by five transparent screens, she pulled one up and checked for messages from the Admiral or any other captain in the fleet. She found the lastest one was from the Admirals android 'Varis' she opened it and it read,

"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."

FINALLY soon we can go and explore the wonders of world

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Character Portrait: Admiral McCart Character Portrait: Lana Marietta Character Portrait: Richard D. Speirs Character Portrait: Captain McCoy Character Portrait: Veris
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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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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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Character Portrait: Admiral McCart Character Portrait: Lana Marietta Character Portrait: Richard D. Speirs Character Portrait: Captain McCoy
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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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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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"I'll see what I can do." Nero replied, walking over to the console and opening the cell door for the young girl. He had high doubts about her honestly needing to be in confinement. He believed that to be more in place for someone who could cause damage, and as smart as she could possibly be, there was not much of a chance she'd endanger anyone. Now, he just needed to speak with someone in charge about letting her stay aboard, and he knew just who to contact. After all, this man was his friend. "I believe Nagasaki could help us...." he muttered mostly to himself. "...but where could he be?"

Nero hadn't seen his friend just yet. Not for a few days, at least. It would be a good time to kill two birds with one stone; meeting his friend before launch was something he had on his mind before he was even called to deal with this girl. If he could do his job and socialize, then that was perfect. "Come, follow me and stay close. He's probably trying to make himself look important." he smiled and begun out the door, keeping it open until Natalie had exited as well. The bridge seemed as likely a place as any to begin. Odds are, he'd be mindlessly wandering around there. His job as a linguist didn't have much meaning until they made some form of contact with unknown lifeforms. If they did. Well, that and his job as second-in-command. Truth be told, Nero wasn't sure how he pulled that one off. But having friends in high places could help, like now.

It didn't take long for the two to reach the bridge, where a tired Rai stood waiting. Captain of the ship, or rather, Lana, didn't appear to be there. Probably at some important meeting. Well, it gave them some privacy. "Hey, Rai." he called out to his buddy, who didn't seem to be doing anything. "Wanna help me with something? It might take my daughter off your hands on occasion."

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Rai was, in contrast to Nero's expectations, actually working to configure his workstation to his preferred settings. However, it seemed like there was something amiss - which he expected when he saw his old friend Nero bringing in a young girl who was still definitely too old to be his daughter.

"Nero, good to see you. It's been a while." The linguist said, getting up. "...what's going on, and who is this girl with you?" he asked. "I'm pretty sure Claudia can't possibly be this big already." he chuckled.

Jokes aside, this girl wasn't Claudia - nor did she look like anyone else on the list. If she was a stowaway, then that could potentially cause problems - it was not that Rai considered one girl to be that big of a deal, but it could set a bad precedent - the Apollo could not possibly let every stowaway remain on board, after all.

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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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Mr. Tesla was walking talking into a Recorder "I wonder why im here, I wonder what will happen to this place." Mr. Tesla Continued to walk around, Puzzled and Calm, "I wonder if we will live, or die. Grow or wither. Stay or be Traced by death and Poverty, as far as i know, We put up a fight." Mr. tesla looks out, Wondering and calm, Puzzled and Disbelieving, Sad and Tracked.... he didn't know much about this world, but he knew it wont fall face frist into the ground...

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It was late night aboard the Apollo, or early morning, neither EUCLID-II or his technician Lawrence Argon really cared. Argon was making several final adjustments to EUCLID-II's ship interface. And EUCLID-II was running self-diagnostic after self-diagnostic. Both had to make sure absolutely nothing would go wrong for the ship's maiden voyage out of the solar system, for the slightest miscalculation in hyperspace could vaporize the ship, or worse.

Argon wasn't the hyperspace expert, that was EUCLID-II's job, but he's heard nightmarish worse-case scenarios from his theoretical physics buddies at MIT about becoming permanently dis-lodged from normal space, or paradoxically exiting hyperspace in several locations at once, being torn apart. But these were theories cooked up by eggheads who never leave the safety of their labs nor know what it's like in the private industry, without the safety net of grant money.

EUCLID-II's main towers sat in the main core room and gave out a never-ceasing hum, this was his liquid coolant system, for maximum thermodynamic efficiency. Efficiency, one of Euclid's favorite words. If Euclid could get a job done with 50% of the resources then he was happy, or whatever constitutes "happiness" in a machine.

Click, hum, click, hum. Ping! "Self-diagnostics complete, I am operating within normal parameters." EUCLID-II chimed in while Argon sat hunched over a monitor compiling code, and checking for bad gateways.

"Good for you." Argon commented and popped another Adderall.

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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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Mr. Tesla looks up at the near by Moon, Seeing a flash of light and smoke, He did nothing but wonder what it was. " Is that an Android? Maybe, maybe not." Mr. Tesla just starts to walk around

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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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Nero completely ignored the enormous textwall above this post.

"Ah, well she isn't that big yet." he smiled. "It seems we've got a stowaway in the form of this young girl. Natalie's her name. While I know I should just throw her out, she seems a bit determined to help the ship in whatever way. She's apparently a bit of a genius with robots and the sort. I know we probably have no need for a robotic specialist at the moment, but with the few that are aboard the voyage, shouldn't we be safe? Oh, and she promised to help watch my daughter too." he finished explaining with a small smirk. "You think she could stay aboard? I know it's not up to you, as high a position as you are, but a good word wouldn't hurt."

Nero looked at the young girl for a moment. Over the few years away from the carnage, conflict, and violence, he had gotten much more soft than the angry man he was before. Were that same man still here, he'd have thrown this young girl out without so much as a single thought about the matter. But things change. People change. He was a living example of this, and the tales about him alone had only reinforced this about him. Was this a good thing? He thought so. And odds are, if he was cooperative, the men in charge would think so as well. Just..... would he perform well in battle? Only time would tell.

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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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Rai was still hesitant about Natalie, especially because of his precedent policy. Then again, their supplies weren't exactly scarce either, and they could support her life here without any trouble at all. He was, in fact, about to say "I'll do what I can" to assure Nero when the captain came over and placed the situation beyond his control.

"Ma'am," Rai nodded to Lana - he was still very unsure whether military protocol applied here or not, but he was a civilian - he supposed it could be forgiven once or twice - "I don't believe I've had the pleasure of introducing myself. I'm Rai Nakasagi, linguist, and your second in command for the Apollo." he told her. He hadn't had a chance to greet her in person, which would probably explain why she did not recognize him. That, and his tired appearance meant that his face wasn't exactly looking the best right now. "As for the girl, well..."

He turned to face the chief and security and his friend, who he was sure could probably explain the situation to Lana better than he could.

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Markus turned about, glancing in curiosity at the scene undertaking on the bridge. He knew what was going on. Everyone did with the rumors floating about. Somehow, someway, a mere kid had managed to sneak aboard the Apollo. This meant that the kid was either insane and really lucky or insane and really intelligent. Either way, he held a soft spot for her. He knew what it was like to feel left out of the loop. To feel like you wanted to be part of something momentous... once in a lifetime.

And such a thing was happening right here in Lunar orbit. In distance of home...

He couldn't really blame her.

At that, he cleared his throat. "Um... pardon to interrupt."

The group turned towards him, some looking slightly annoyed.

Markus, naturally, put on his patented sheepish grin, which usually took the heat off him... but not with these soldiers.

"Ehehe... yeah... uh. Well: basically, I know it's not my business. But why not let the kid walk? Put her through one of those new lie detector tests: you know, the ones that don't suck, to see if she's up to something. If she isn't, well: it's not like we'll let her play Starcraft V: Raynor's Alcohol Rehab on any of the computers like you guys let me do... if you knew about that. If not, forget I said that. BUT ANYWAY: if she were to pass said rehab test, what if someone were to take her under her wing? Someone who isn't me, of course, since I'm too busy playing Star- I mean, calibrating the point-defense cannons to do something like that."

He then took a deep breath, before turning back to his video ga- control console.

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Character Portrait: Lt. Markus Worf Character Portrait: Natalie Darron Character Portrait: Lana Marietta Character Portrait: Nakasagi Rai Character Portrait: Nero
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Nero


"Lana." Nero greeted the Captain by first name as well. This, of course, was not their first meeting. The end result of their first contact was an agreement to first-names, since Nero wasn't sure what to call her. After all, he wasn't sure how often people had two ranks. Being Head Researcher and the Captain of the Apollo made it odd to call her one title or the other.

He listened as Rai introduced himself as the Second-in-Command of the Apollo. Honestly, Nero felt they neither of them looked to be anything like a Captain or the sort, but then again, this was the civilian ship. The other two did fit face in his opinion. But, sure enough, Rai left explaining Natalie up to him. Nero cleared his throat before beginning. "Ah, this young woman is Natalie. It seems she had snuck aboard this ship, and was caught. While in confinement in the holding cells, I saw some schematics for a few different service robots that she said she had thought up.---"

He was interrupted by a blonde man, who SHOULD have been busy calibrating weapon systems. Nero narrowed his eyes at this man, for it was a delicate matter and input by someone else who couldn't explain the situation in the right way would only compromise any chance of her staying aboard. This, of course, was Captain Lanna's choice and hers alone; Nero had no authority over letting people aboard, only throwing them off (if they were to become a nuisance). But still... he was trying to help.

Nero dragged his eyes from the young man and back to the Captain...Head Researcher...., continuing as if he wasn't ever interrupted. ".....If this is true, then this girl is practically a genius, and would most likely benefit the ship were she to stay on. It's that reason why I request that she be able to stay aboard the ship as we venture off. We have more than enough resources to accommodate one young girl, no?" and so he made his claim. He at least felt that the odds were in favor, since there wasn't much in the form of downsides to letting her stay, and because they were close enough to launch that some things might be overlooked to keep on schedule.

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Character Portrait: Admiral McCart Character Portrait: Veris Character Portrait: Dr. Tesla
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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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Character Portrait: Lt. Markus Worf Character Portrait: Natalie Darron Character Portrait: Lana Marietta Character Portrait: Nakasagi Rai Character Portrait: EUCLID-II Character Portrait: Nero
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EUCLID-II runs several hyperspatial simulations to prepare for the real deal. Simultaneously he reviews data from his sensors throughout the ship. His eyes and ears scattered in an array of panels featuring his signature neon-green eye. Nothing onboard really concerned him directly, he's just a nosy machine.

"It would appear there is an unexpected passenger aboard." EUCLID-II relayed this information in his monotonous Alan Rickman like voice, to his half asleep technician Argon. "A young girl. It's creating quite a controversy on the ship."

Argon just turns over and mumbles "That's nice Euclid~" then turns over. He doesn't really care about Euclid's little commentaries about what's going on, he's just his tech guy. Almost a pet for the "Great Mind that is the EUCLID-II Supercomputer" like his creators advertise, at the end of the day he just wants his fat paycheck when he gets back to Luna. He ignores EUCLID-II and goes back to sleep.

"You bore me, meatbag." EUCLID-II murmurs before cutting the audio coming from the panel in Argon's room.

I think I will take closer examination of this stowaway... he thinks to himself and brings up the feed from the nearest panel to Natalie Darron, his green electronic pupil following her movements.