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009: Tiphys
Leena’s shoulders shook as she watched her crewmate’s frantic panic. His head span around the room as he searched for the source of the voice. It was always fun to see someone meet Tiphys for the first time. A.I. had been heavily restricted since the artist riots of the mid twenty first century, and as…
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008: Apollo’s Arrow
“We can’t fly through the middle of a comet storm!” He yelled, irritated that he had to explain that to someone that was supposed to be his superior. “I’ve plotted the closest possible course, far enough out to avoid any of the asteroids, but we should still get a spectacular view, if you like that…
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007: The Mission
The Argo’s bridge was more impressive than its exterior, if that was possible. There were sensors an instruments that not even the top end battle cruisers had. Stasis controls, dark matter sensors, a Hermes drive. That wasn’t something you found on a ship this small. You generally needed a crew the size of a small…
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006: ESS Argo
The ESS Argo was not what André had expected. He had always envisioned serving on a battle cruiser, or at least a destroyer. The ship he stood in front of was barely worthy of being called a sloop.
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005: Icarus
André sprinted forward. A roar echoing from him as he charged. Leena braced and smiled. Everyone underestimated her. She adjusted her stance. Twisted sideways and caught his arm as it flew past. Her leg came up to meet his shin, sending him careering to the floor. And let herself fall, knee first, onto his back.
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004: Leena
An enormous oak desk took pride of place in the centre of the room. Behind it sat a withered, spindly gentleman. He peered at André through a monocle. His grey beard tickling the white neck of a Starfleet jacket. His shoulders bore the emblem of the admiralty, and the crest on his officer’s hat marked…
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003: Graduation
Andrè froze, unsure what to make of the darkness. A menacing hiss sounded behind him. He jolted around. Adrenaline coursed through him. The doors were sliding shut. What little light was coming in from the corridor faded. Panic pushed him into a sprint. It was too late. The clang of metal on metal filled the…
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002: André
Flames rippled past the window as he angled himself in front of the mirror. The sight from the viewing deck would be incredible. Every inch of the floor was transparent, and the view entering Prometheon was something many people would die to see.
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001: Prometheon
At the point when all three of Alpha Centuri’s suns: The red wash of Apollo, orange glow of Toliman, and the blazing yellow light of Rigil Kentaurus. Could be seen sailing over the skies of Prometheon, and mixing together on the horizon, it looked like the sky itself was on fire.
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Prologue: The Ocean Between Worlds
Space, an endless sea of nothing. A desert far less forgiving than even the wilderness of Mars. A place that has nothing, that gives nothing, that sustains nothing, and yet everything exists within it… Space keeps no secrets, it holds no grudges, has no friends. It’s simple, just dark empty space. It is the unending…