Hello there! This is some fictional writing of mine. I hope to write a story, based on one person(maybe multiple if I can incorporate them) in the game of
Stellaris. Occasionally I will use screenshots, to give a visual representation of the writing. It is my hope that you enjoy this writing, or at least provide positive feedback.
Prelude and a Brief History
In the year 2050, the middle east was a warzone, yet still. Over the years people tried for peace;almost as if mankind had some sort of faith to it. The truth was, the fighting would never stop. Terrorist groups had taken over the entire region, warring against eachother, and so on. But there was one hope for the rest of the world.
In the year 2034, a major breakthrough in science allowed for a network of satellites to accurately detect any ground based nuclear detonation and immediately lay a protective 'sheath' so to speak, around the area. It would still kill millions, but it wouldn't mean the end of the world. The security and technology related to this in modern countries was just enough that they could even stop ground based nuclear detonations there. But the middle east? It was practically no more. The surrounding regional countries that weren't affected built a massive wall around it, manned 24/7 by the armies of the world. They would let people who got to the walls out, of course, so long as they passed the screening process, lest they be put in a detention center. The truth was that something bigger was brewing. Something major.
A missile. One researched and built in the silo of one of the strongest surviving terror groups in the region, ISIS. It launched one day, and the effect was catastrophic. That day was 2055. The so-called Super Heavy Ion Electric Defense Network, or S.H.I.E.L.D., was destroyed in a single blow, as people who designed it did not predict that in the software programming itself, the network would fail if even one of them was destroyed. Billions died. The earth was shielded from the Sun. People retreated to the vaults, and a special military program called ARK(A giant Ark capable of carrying 80 million people in cryogenics, with the ship large enough to be restructed into a dyson sphere habitat once at the sun) launched. It would take 6 months for ARK to get to the orbit of the sun, and it took the inhabitants a steady 145 years before the people frozen in ARK could restructure the original ship, make it self sufficient, and start sending ships and so forth into the system to mine planets. But then, in the year 2200, a breakthrough came.
Among other things, scientists had figured out that there were certain anomalous gravitational fluxes happening at the edge of the solar system. Further research, funded by the group now called the Human Federation(housed on The A.R.K.) determined that these fluxes lead to other ones, in neighboring star systems. A drive that made use of this was designed and made- but at the same time, warning signs were coming in. The people on Earth, numbering only in a few of the tens of millions now, in self sustaining vaults said that something was happening-The surface was not only getting exponentially colder. But the ice was starting to seep into the vaults. They estimated ten years would remain before the population of earth would die-the remaining ones, at least. There existed someone-A simple energy technician, that lived on The A.R.K. He had a family, and his name was Stoddy Ryante.
Chapter One: Earth is Dead, Stoddy!
The year 2210. Cycle '05 and 06' meaning, month 5 and day 6. At least, that's what everyone referred to it as. Everyone of the survivors had been evacuated from earth, and in recent years mankind had expanded to four neighboring systems, one being Alpha Centauri. That was where rich people got to live, at this point in time. Or at least, highly qualified. Stoddy Ryante and his family were on a colony ship, the CSS Alaska. They were candidates to go to the moon, a colony to be named 'Hindsight', as directed by the A.R.K. Government. There was much propoganda, misinformation and even shock. Mankind was going to the moon-with a view that would certainly make sense to the name of where they were living. It seemed propped up-maybe even engineered, but Stoddy didn't care; those were merely his opinions, and his wife's better logic beat him when it came to making the decision to move. He knew it would give them more opportunities, but why leave safety? Once again, Stoddy didn't care. The words that made him make the final decision? Well, that's another story...
"Stoddy! STODDY!" his wife Jane screamed at him. "The Earth is dead! You can't do anything about it, we can't!" She huffed and puffed. Here face turned bright-red. "Do you want our kids to learn ignorance in an enclosed wannabe GARDEN! Or do you want them to know why they had to grow UP ON ONE!" and this was the final straw. Stoddy relented, for the first time in months, and 7 days before the CSS Alaska was meant to launch.
"Fine. FINE! We'll go. But we're gonna be watching the kids more carefully. That's an airless world, and while we'll be living underground, I don't want them growing up and thinking that they can just run around on the surface."
His wife, simmering down now, said one last thing. "Stoddy, it's an airless world, but this is exactly what I said earlier. It's a wannabe garden. Maybe that's all they'll have there, still, but they will see the reason why every garden save for those rich schmucks in Alpha Centauri is a '
wannabe' one. When they see that, and you see them realize that, you'll understand Stoddy. The Earth is dead."
Stoddy nodded. He loved his wife, and his kids, and it made sense to him at last. They would end up going on the trip, and now, in Cycle 2210.05.06, they were in orbit, prepping for descent.
"All crew, this is an automated announcement" the computerized loudspeaker blared, "Please return to your cryogenic pods immediately-we are preparing for descent".
Stoddy, Jane, and his kids did as told. They were trained extensively in seven days, possibly more than they could've imagined. But this was happening-and this was real. Stoddy got into his pod, as it latched onto him and the lights lid up on all the pods showing the shock absorbing modules activating.
"All crew, please proceed to your pods now. This is not a drill."
Stoddy didn't get it. Everyone had gotten in their pods, why was the AI not saying what they had been told in the handbook? What was going on? He thought of his family, and briefly went to try to break out of his pod in exasperation of emotion-but space is dangerous. He would very briefly learn that.
A body, filled with life, went flying down the hallway. The ship had begun it's descent, but one person had been outside. Before he could even look to see who it was, as the local pod was familiar with eachother, they vanished, and a disgusting, horrid
splat; crunch was heard. Stoddy tried, with little progress, to bang on the cryogenic door banks. "ROGER! JANET! STAY IN YOUR PODS! CLOSE YOUR EYES!" he said through a cold reinforced glass. In the back of his mind he knew they couldn't hear him. In space, no one can hear you scream.
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