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  • A light above the auxiliary switch dims as Jacey reaches out but the resistance burns through her arms like a trail of razor slices through an acidic bath. Defeated, she rests her head against the cold steel bars and slides to the floor. She gently rests her head upon her bruised knees as the room depletes the last of it's power cell. It flickers off. A low hum rumbles through the ship as the gravity generator gives way to it's own life. She looks to the floor and sees it moving slowly away. "It's OK," A soft whisper pierces the silence. Jacey looks up to see her sister floating on the opposite end of the room with an arm outstretched just barely out of reach. She smiles and pulls herself closer. Jada pushes as far as she can and they grasp hands one last time. Jada smiles as the lights dim low. "It's OK. I never liked my weight anyway." The battered Starship floats through space as small green emergency beacon lights up the atmospheric gas pulsing outwards a soft glow of hope.
  • A young girl opens her eyes only to be greeted with a warm and inviting smile. A bright light flashes across her eyes. "Good morning Dr. Lewis. I trust your journey was worth the price?" An elderly woman dressed in all white slides a small needle up the girl's cheek towards her nose. She tries to move away but the titanium restraints hold her tightly in place against a cold steel table. She tries to scream but her mouth won't move. "You see, Dr. Lewis... Fear makes us witness to strange things. I too, lay on this table. Just like you now." The woman pierces the inside of the girl's nose causing her to shiver in fear. She wants to scream but her mouth still won't move. The station crests the horizon allowing a brilliant light to fill the room stopping the woman from proceeding. She retracts the needle and sees a tear fall to the steel table frosting over just as it floats away. "Enlightening isn't it? The choice to do the right thing. To make things right. Wouldn't you agree?"
  • Scraping its way across the sandy terrain, a lethal; yet perfect storm, crashed down heavily once again wreaking a course beating against the fragile surface of the blistering landscape they call home. Much like the heavy hauler of Vega, nothing could stop the power of inevitability. Like the savagery of its past, eventually this storm too will subside leaving a fresh layer to reset itself again and to purge its inhabitants of subservient delicate lifeforms. If only those beings of this blissful land could reason with the powerful storm and learn to evolve from the constant barrage of chaos, perhaps the strong could survive. They must survive. We will survive. I will.
  • Grace opens her eyes and wipes away the sand in an attempt to regain her bearings and to assess the deadly approaching horizon. A massive storm unfolds high above her and ready to pounce a crushing blow. Close by, smoke rises and wisps through the wind as fire rushes out of the transport as it weaves around multiple charred bodies. She winces in pain and screams for help but an iron rod has carved its way through her right leg and melded itself to her tattered clothes. She lay trapped amongst the twisted debris but cannot gather the strength to escape on her own. She screams again for help. A figure forms in the distance but she is no longer able to keep focus. "Please, help." She whispers as her body gives way to the sandy dunes but is quickly lifted by assuring hands. "We have to go Grace! Now!" Her body and spirit rises up as she is carried to the safety of a nearby rock crevice. Her eyes clear as she looks into her rescuer's eyes and smiles... "Daddy?"
  • Lorin rests his head against the soft red felt of the captain's chair and sips from a small flask of outlawed ale. He moves his cheek to the side as his poorly kept whiskers scratch the surface revealing a leathery insert just above the metal frame. A tear weaves through his facial shards as the broadcast comes to an abrupt end resounding a soft and soothing static noise in which he has grown accustomed. The planet surface below brews a final lethality that no one could ever subdue.
  • Margie places a small crimson vase on the top edge of the navigation console and secures it with a small tube of synthetic glue. She smiles as she runs her fingers across a delicate yellow flower that recently bloomed the night before. Smaller unopened buds are scattered throughout the domestic plant as series of small stems push upwards of 20 centimeters. She twists open a small container of water and carefully pours it on the root of the plant as it vanishes below. Her eyes widen as she looks down to see the water draining from the bottom of the vase covering the console. She rushes to find a towel to quickly wipe the mess but in doing so, she triggers the main forward view screen to lower its solar shade revealing a golden desolate planet before her. Her defensive outpost base peacefully drifts in orbit just beyond the outer atmosphere. Although habitable, its harsh heat and infinite sandy dunes make it a less than desirable way of life. But to her, it’s home.
  • This is it. The last of the Civilian Transports to depart from Earth’s orbit. We have found a will and the means to move our species to another world far far away. A sustainable world full or opportunities and a new beginning. A world strangely beautiful, yet potentially hostile that could rip the breath out as soon as it enters. A young boy Parker, watches as his home vanishes away in the cold dark space. Excited for the journey, yet sad to see to see those friends he had to leave behind. He hopes for the best as he is now part of the two percent to leave earth and evolve unto the unknown.
  • The Endeavor Class starship, Morning Revelation, quantum jumped to it's final destination. A Class-C planet capable of harboring a sustainable life and the bold chance of a new beginning for her exhausted crew. Captain Rand Moore checks the console for a ship-wide status report but the screen dims to a soft red glow as the entire ship powers down. He turns to his helmsman, "Status, Lt. Gray?" The ship rumbles one last time as it ceases power to emergency lights. The planet begins to roll as the ship looses its maneuvering thrusters. Rand and his crew sit and watch as they view their new home a few miles away drifting silently in space. Captain Rand takes a sip from his UEE engraved coffee mug, "How many more days of supplies in store?" The ensign stoops into his chair and takes a wild guess, "I... I don't... Two, maybe three days sir." Rand grits his teeth, "How long until the fuel cells regenerate landing power?" Ensign Gray unloads a quick answer, "One week sir".
  • A beautiful blue orb vanished beyond the horizon as the ship fired off its last stage of fuel propelling it to a predetermined sacrificial distance. Breathing in the thinly sliced air within the cramped bridge, Captain John Miller addressed his fateful crew. "We are in this to the end. Fight with me and know that in this very moment you are a hero. A hero to your children's children." He flipped the switch to prime the atomic detonation as the crew's mission to the dying sun has come to its end. The Dying Sun... A name given to an unforgiving species pressing forward determined to wipe out all of mankind and decimate our world to dust.
  • The cold breath of life breathed heavily upon our unsuspecting travelers as the silent craft drifted further into the dark unknown. The crew within accepted their fate and softly whispered a last goodbye in hopes their memory will live on.
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  • A sharp beam of light pierces through the bulkhead splitting the flight deck in two. The intense heat from the energy weapon tears through Jacob's flight suit spewing O2 into the cabin. Panic sets in as he desperately tries to severe the emergency valve to restore the support systems back to nominal levels. He tries again. Nothing happens. His heart beat dimming against the inevitable as his visor fogs over with his own bodily fluids. Emergency lights flicker to a faint pin drop as the last bit of life sweeps out of the suit and into the black. Jacob dazes silently ahead as the glass clears only to see a small photo of his wife and two girls drift slowly by his visor. He whispers a last breath to himself solemnly, "I'm sorry..."
  • A beautiful day with the family adventuring through the Sherwood Forest Faire.
  • The horizon dipped below the surface as it desperately sifts its cover to savor a last glimpse of daylight. Its cosmic blanket can warm a chilled heart and can offer shade from the powerful adversaries billions of miles away. One could only dream their day would share the same fate.
  • Bound by a ray of light offset beyond the cosmic sea, two as one and one to three come closer to my heart and will ever be.
  • A gaseous haze from the dying star blanketed the viewport wrenching the situation from trivial repair to an immanent emergency evacuation. The weary crew scrambled to their stations only to find one system untouched by the rapid and successive barrage of radiation thrashing upon them. Shields, propulsion, defenses, life support... All Gone. One by one the power grids began to fizzle offline leaving a single green light amongst the reds. Alone, it flickers the online status only seemingly to mock its doomed crew... "Guidance System".
  • "But I'm an officer!" Shouts Ryan as he dips his finger into the remaining package. He drops the last bits of vitamin supplements to his tongue as it quickly dissolves. He grimaces in turn and tosses the empty pack aside into a corner landing on a large electrical box. He flips it over eyeing the power supply, "A damn good science officer might I add!" He pushes the power button on the top of the battery, but only mocks him just as it did the times before. Frustrated, he throws it into the corner and drives a kick to the electrical box. Wrenching, he hobbles to the window on the opposite side of the room only to be halted by a large iron chain around his ankle. He rests his face between the iron bars as sand particles roll through like the thousand thoughts prior. He looks out his prison cell beyond the sand dunes. The setting golden sun creeps below the summit and vanishes below the horizon. Tears well in Ryan's eyes. "I... I would never hurt anyone. I never meant to hurt anyone."
  • Jack reaches above the top console and grabs a small light blue teddy bear. A warning light flashes intermittently followed by a low bleep on the external comm. He sits down next to his son, holds out the bear and proceeds to make it appear to dance in hopes of cheering him up. BOOOM. The ship rocks back and forth as sparks and smoke flare outwards from the ship's components. The internal computer voice sounds out; "System Critical. Emergency Evacuation Procedure Imminent." Jack puts his arms around his boy as they brace for another impact as the boy begins to cry. "I'm scared daddy..." Jack looks at the evacuation pod in hopes of a miracle fix, but the door lock is still charred black and sealed shut. Jack holds his son tighter and looks to the bear. "I'm not. You know why?" The boy shakes his head no. "We have bear-bear here to protect us. He's scared too, ya know. Do you think you could keep him safe?" The boy grabs for the bear and hold him in tight as he slides closer to his dad.
  • "Fire!" No response. Not a blast. "Take a shot and fire now!" The computer twirls and fizzles to a belching stop. The enemy forms a small semi circle across the back stern trigger happy and eager for the punch. Captain Forcsch wipes his hands across his brow and looks to his gunner. "When your gold laced fingers signed for this job, what did you expect to gain from the black? Glory? Salvation?" The green horn gunner flips the trigger, and disables the shield. "No!! WHAT are you doing? Never surrender!" Exclaims the captain.  A small corvette jumps in from the port side and maneuvers itself expectantly to their nose as the ship's helm lights up. A ghostly figure creeps to the front view. "Dump your cargo or find your final life a claim." The captain rejects and gasps to see a red target and a cold steel barrel jammed into his temple. The gunner readies his pistol and breathes deep, "You never bothered to glorify my salvation. Give me an honest reason not to dump this ship."
  • I got the chance to meet and hang out with my childhood hero. CR = #iamastarcitizen

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