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Alren looked up at the ship, standing in the deserted landscape with all its glory. It was finally there, after all those years of trading, saving up and dreaming, he managed to buy his very own Starstream Voyager MK-IV. It was really a sight to behold. So surreal that it was actually here, his dream ship there from a step, he couldn't feel anything but joy. In the current state of the economy it was a mystery how he did it, bu... It didn't matter. The ship's door finally opened, a ramp sliding down to his feet and into the sand to let him get up.
"Welcome aboard, captain" A familiar voice called out to the owner of the expensive ship, as he took off his extra clothes in the form of rugs and shawls, which served not only as a disguise among the uninviting locals of this planet, but also as some kind of protection against the sand and occasional small sandstorms in this deserted globe. It almost felt wrong stepping foot so dirty onto his clean new ship, but the voice of his A.I assistant made him smile.
"Glad to be here, Olivia." The captain of the ship greeted her. Not only was she a useful tool, helping in planning, navigating and organizing the shipment of thousands of things, but over the years the sentient program also became an old friend to accompany him on his journeys. "I'm glad you were successfully uploaded to this ship." He added, before his attention shifted elsewhere.
Alren went around the ship like kid in a candy factory, exploring every segment of the ship. Of course, he found nothing he hasn't seen before: beforehand he saw every inch of this ship in the form of pictures, videos and tours he took on the ship at a few agencies. Even so, going around knowing the ship was HIS was so... surreal. It had everything it needed: a bedroom for the pilot, a kitchen and bathroom, and even a guest room for if the pilot needed to ship a person or multiple people. To top it all off, they were all equipped with top of the line tech, and for a medium ship like his, they were quite spacious too.
But most importantly, there was the cockpit. His hand was shaking in excitement as he touched the fingerprint and DNA reader and the door slid open, leading way to ship's control room. In the middle of it stood a rotating chair surrounded by buttons, levers and holographic displays of all kinds, a control station so chaotic to a regular observer, but so beautiful to somebody like Alren. He threw himself down onto the chair and activated the systems. "Alright Olivia, start the engines, we are ready for takeoff." The pilot said and pulled a lever...
There was something so mesmerizing about deep space. The millions of stars appearing on the high resolution screens that acted as the windows of the cockpit... They were so beautiful, even though they looked like nothing more than white and yellow dots. The view made him calm every time he had the chance to look at it, just him and the infinity of the Universe... But of course, all good things come to end, the reminder coming in the shape of O.L.I.V.I.A's voice. "We are approaching Solaris space station. Contacting on board crew."
With the press of a few buttons, the captain was now on line with the maintenance crew of the Imperial space station. He remembered being contacted by them a few weeks prior. The Imperial Government of Humanity rarely utilized freelancer pilots to ship things, so the situation was strange, but the pay they had offered was enormous, so he could not refuse. After all, he just bought a brand new ship, he needed that money. "This is captain Hueson Alren speaking, I'm here to pick up cargo 57-A8-91-0B-2X. Awaiting commands." He spoke at last, then waited for the space station to respond.
However, no answer came from the other side of the line. "Olivia, are you sure that we are..." Alren started, but then suddenly the thrusters on the station activated, turning the whole space station. Part of the station extended, holding out a large container, ready to be taken by the ship. 'There must be some problem with their comms' The pilot thought, before tapping a holographic display to stabilize the ship and begin to move it closer to the cargo. "Initiate docking protocol." He commanded, and after a few minutes of adjusting, the cargo was bound to the ship.
"Docking successful." The AI co-pilot declared, but still, no answer came from the crew of the space station. It was strange, but again, Alren wrote it off as a communications problem. His theory was confirmed, when the station released the cargo, letting him go to continue his journey, which they would never do unless they gave him permission to take the cargo. Now with everything set, he adjusted a few things, checked his fuel and smiled. "Alright Olivia, let's go."
(Picture of Alren before, sheet coming soon!)
"Welcome aboard, captain" A familiar voice called out to the owner of the expensive ship, as he took off his extra clothes in the form of rugs and shawls, which served not only as a disguise among the uninviting locals of this planet, but also as some kind of protection against the sand and occasional small sandstorms in this deserted globe. It almost felt wrong stepping foot so dirty onto his clean new ship, but the voice of his A.I assistant made him smile.
"Glad to be here, Olivia." The captain of the ship greeted her. Not only was she a useful tool, helping in planning, navigating and organizing the shipment of thousands of things, but over the years the sentient program also became an old friend to accompany him on his journeys. "I'm glad you were successfully uploaded to this ship." He added, before his attention shifted elsewhere.
Alren went around the ship like kid in a candy factory, exploring every segment of the ship. Of course, he found nothing he hasn't seen before: beforehand he saw every inch of this ship in the form of pictures, videos and tours he took on the ship at a few agencies. Even so, going around knowing the ship was HIS was so... surreal. It had everything it needed: a bedroom for the pilot, a kitchen and bathroom, and even a guest room for if the pilot needed to ship a person or multiple people. To top it all off, they were all equipped with top of the line tech, and for a medium ship like his, they were quite spacious too.
But most importantly, there was the cockpit. His hand was shaking in excitement as he touched the fingerprint and DNA reader and the door slid open, leading way to ship's control room. In the middle of it stood a rotating chair surrounded by buttons, levers and holographic displays of all kinds, a control station so chaotic to a regular observer, but so beautiful to somebody like Alren. He threw himself down onto the chair and activated the systems. "Alright Olivia, start the engines, we are ready for takeoff." The pilot said and pulled a lever...
There was something so mesmerizing about deep space. The millions of stars appearing on the high resolution screens that acted as the windows of the cockpit... They were so beautiful, even though they looked like nothing more than white and yellow dots. The view made him calm every time he had the chance to look at it, just him and the infinity of the Universe... But of course, all good things come to end, the reminder coming in the shape of O.L.I.V.I.A's voice. "We are approaching Solaris space station. Contacting on board crew."
With the press of a few buttons, the captain was now on line with the maintenance crew of the Imperial space station. He remembered being contacted by them a few weeks prior. The Imperial Government of Humanity rarely utilized freelancer pilots to ship things, so the situation was strange, but the pay they had offered was enormous, so he could not refuse. After all, he just bought a brand new ship, he needed that money. "This is captain Hueson Alren speaking, I'm here to pick up cargo 57-A8-91-0B-2X. Awaiting commands." He spoke at last, then waited for the space station to respond.
However, no answer came from the other side of the line. "Olivia, are you sure that we are..." Alren started, but then suddenly the thrusters on the station activated, turning the whole space station. Part of the station extended, holding out a large container, ready to be taken by the ship. 'There must be some problem with their comms' The pilot thought, before tapping a holographic display to stabilize the ship and begin to move it closer to the cargo. "Initiate docking protocol." He commanded, and after a few minutes of adjusting, the cargo was bound to the ship.
"Docking successful." The AI co-pilot declared, but still, no answer came from the crew of the space station. It was strange, but again, Alren wrote it off as a communications problem. His theory was confirmed, when the station released the cargo, letting him go to continue his journey, which they would never do unless they gave him permission to take the cargo. Now with everything set, he adjusted a few things, checked his fuel and smiled. "Alright Olivia, let's go."
(Picture of Alren before, sheet coming soon!)
0 | Apr 26th 2024 05:26