Interlude: Stepping Stones 1
ExNihilo
SPACE!
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Despite their troubles, the Hyperion's voyage to the stars was still among the luckier. Colony ships leaving Sol had, when they left, about a one in four chance of avoiding the Gamilas fleets. Terrible odds, and in all likelihood the stars they reached would have a Gamilas force waiting for them by the time they arrived, but should Earth fall, having a small chance of Humanity's continued existence was better than none.
Hyperion had been a K class colony ship, meaning it was launched stealthily, compared to R class which launched as many as possible in hopes that some got through. Thus, after drifting mostly cold and gravity assist off Saturn, her voyage to the stars was swift, yet undetected to Gamilas sensors. Unfortunately, she hit a mine in the Oort Cloud, which, while they survived, crippled several vital systems, including repairs, communications, and command. This left Lieutenant Peterson, small craft commander who had been on a hangar inspection during the impact, as ranking officer, and in charge of what was quite clearly becoming a doomed voyage.
Interstellar travel at near the speed of light is always a dangerous undertaking, and as the fourth year of their twenty-two-year journey comes to its conclusion, it had become very clear to Lieutenant Peterson that their chances of making it to Kaptyen's Star were slim, at best. Their last spare pieces of gravity plating had been used, so any additional failures would mean cannibalizing small craft or sacrificing gravity in nonvital sectors. Their lateral turning thrusters had given completely, though what simulations they could do implied that maneuvering was still possible, if difficult. Just last week, a scare had rippled through the ship as a water reclaimer had broken, though the repairs had been simple enough. He had the science staff working on any possible solutions, but beyond a small metal remelting forge and jury-rigged spin gravity hydroponics, which looked like they came out of a twentieth-century larper's space station, they hadn't come up with much.
Yet, the morale of the captain was directly linked to that of her crew, so defeatism would be a self-fulfilling prophecy. She'd greenlit as many low-cost morale boosters as she could, including a sill and a sports tournament, and impressed upon her officers to maintain at very least a determined facade, but the captain's chair forced her to start thinking of long-term plans. Cut off half the ship's gravity, to reduce wear and tear, alternating by week? Cut down on energy-intensive recreation, saving power but weakening morale? Or, a dark part of her brain whispered, have non-vital personnel draw lots? The loss of genetic diversity would hurt, but so would starving before Hyperion arrived.
However, the choice would be made for her. Out of the void sprung a ship near the size of the Hyperion, blasting IFF signals the ship couldn't receive, but it's still mostly-functional Tadar could recognize it as Cosmo Force nonetheless. They hadn't known the fate of Hyperion, as with comms down it could be anywhere from completely dead and drifting to completely functional just without ansible equipment, but a short stopping-over was not nearly far out of their paths. It granted good closure, and repairs were one of the things Andromeda could do well.
Turns out I like writing Interludes a lot more? 'Main' story arcs will still be written, but I think I'll be focusing more on the impact Andromeda has on the universe as it travels. Next is Interlude: Stepping Stones 2
Hyperion had been a K class colony ship, meaning it was launched stealthily, compared to R class which launched as many as possible in hopes that some got through. Thus, after drifting mostly cold and gravity assist off Saturn, her voyage to the stars was swift, yet undetected to Gamilas sensors. Unfortunately, she hit a mine in the Oort Cloud, which, while they survived, crippled several vital systems, including repairs, communications, and command. This left Lieutenant Peterson, small craft commander who had been on a hangar inspection during the impact, as ranking officer, and in charge of what was quite clearly becoming a doomed voyage.
Interstellar travel at near the speed of light is always a dangerous undertaking, and as the fourth year of their twenty-two-year journey comes to its conclusion, it had become very clear to Lieutenant Peterson that their chances of making it to Kaptyen's Star were slim, at best. Their last spare pieces of gravity plating had been used, so any additional failures would mean cannibalizing small craft or sacrificing gravity in nonvital sectors. Their lateral turning thrusters had given completely, though what simulations they could do implied that maneuvering was still possible, if difficult. Just last week, a scare had rippled through the ship as a water reclaimer had broken, though the repairs had been simple enough. He had the science staff working on any possible solutions, but beyond a small metal remelting forge and jury-rigged spin gravity hydroponics, which looked like they came out of a twentieth-century larper's space station, they hadn't come up with much.
Yet, the morale of the captain was directly linked to that of her crew, so defeatism would be a self-fulfilling prophecy. She'd greenlit as many low-cost morale boosters as she could, including a sill and a sports tournament, and impressed upon her officers to maintain at very least a determined facade, but the captain's chair forced her to start thinking of long-term plans. Cut off half the ship's gravity, to reduce wear and tear, alternating by week? Cut down on energy-intensive recreation, saving power but weakening morale? Or, a dark part of her brain whispered, have non-vital personnel draw lots? The loss of genetic diversity would hurt, but so would starving before Hyperion arrived.
However, the choice would be made for her. Out of the void sprung a ship near the size of the Hyperion, blasting IFF signals the ship couldn't receive, but it's still mostly-functional Tadar could recognize it as Cosmo Force nonetheless. They hadn't known the fate of Hyperion, as with comms down it could be anywhere from completely dead and drifting to completely functional just without ansible equipment, but a short stopping-over was not nearly far out of their paths. It granted good closure, and repairs were one of the things Andromeda could do well.
Turns out I like writing Interludes a lot more? 'Main' story arcs will still be written, but I think I'll be focusing more on the impact Andromeda has on the universe as it travels. Next is Interlude: Stepping Stones 2