Fiercer now, growing violent, pounding his limbs clench your teeth on the respirator, feel its cool silver shape in your mouth.
If Earth has not survived these last 40 years, then our future lies in the heart of this damaged ship.Ĭaptain Garland felt the storm of bubbles boil up around him, turning the thick cryogel to liquid. It is the last hope of humankind.all of our knowledge digitized for transit to the new world. I pray the integrity of the ship's datacore remains true. I go now to join my Captain in the command bay, ready to learn what has gone awry. I have awakened to find the mission in jeopardy. The ship was racing towards Centauri system at tremendous speed, and without the fusion drive there was no way to stop.
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Pravin entered the Returned to Duty code and headed for the command bay. It appeared that large portions of the ship's hull had been damaged, along with two of the three hydroponics modules. Status report: the Captain would emerge from cryosleep shortly, along with the Chief Science Officer and some emergency support staff. He slipped into the uniform and flipped on the small computer sewn into the uniform's sleeve. The Captain had lobbied strongly for that. seal on the breast and no country-of-origin markings visible. sleek, comfortable, in the sky blue of the mission's Chief of Surgery, with the U.N. He brushed Pria's cell with his fingers one more time and then turned away.įrom a metal shelf at the foot of his vacated cell he lifted a folded uniform.
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His eyes flickered once across the manual release key, and then he saw the red warning lights flashing at the far end of the cryobay. Everything appeared normal she had survived. His practiced eyes scanned the small console above her cell. She looked so peaceful, so far away.he still remembered her gentleness, and their last strong kiss before the cryotechs closed the cell, locking her away from him. There, beneath the frost and bluish tint of the cryogel, he could make out her soft brown shape, indistinct, and the darkness of her long hair. He climbed to his feet and, ignoring the chill, crossed to it. Over a thousand crew, but his eyes immediately, reflexively, turned to the cell at his left. He spit the respirator from his mouth and pulled the IVs from his arm, then lifted his hands, placed them on the glass lid above, and pushed.Īround him stretched the expanse of cryobay two, silent and vast, filled with over a thousand identical glass capsules, each one bathed in a pale blue light, each with tubes and cables snaking down to conduits in the floor. His training had prepared him for this: disorientation, sleep sickness, a deep fatigue that seemed to nest in his bones. When his heartbeat slowed he opened his eyes once more. His heart began to pound and he closed his eyes, breathing deeply, seeking calm. Pravin Lal awakened to the hiss of the transparent capsule door breaking its seal and the feel of the ship's foundation shaking beneath him. Triggering automatic wakeup of core staff per coded instructions. He waited, helpless, while the ship hurled on and the warning klaxons sounded their three beat sequence.Īfter interminable moments he heard a click and a hiss, and then a storm exploded beneath him. His brain signaled alarm but his heart and muscles, held in near stasis, would not respond. He stared up through the curved top of the cryocell, willing himself into the open spaces of the ship, trying to force his fingers to move. He could feel the ship shaking beneath him.Ī shadow passed over him, and then another. A wave of dizziness washed over him and his vision blurred into a sea of blue, red lights flashing in the distance. Someone, unauthorized, moving around the ship. Thinking, hoping, that when he woke again, it would be to the sight of Alpha Centauri's primary cresting the rim of a new planet, a new world.īut now.something was wrong. His last memory of laying down in glass and feeling the blue tide rise to swallow him, forty years and a moment of darkness ago. The massive cryobays with their rows of sleeping crew, the white-suited cryotechs moving ghostlike among them. Visions returned to him: the long rough cylinder of the ship, floating above the chaos of Earth. I should be first.įirst out of the sleep. I am the Captain came his next thought, sharp and coherent.
More movement, seen through layers of frost and glass. A deep cold pressed down on him, crushing his bones to ice. He tried to lift his hands and could not, tried to speak and felt his throat turn to fire. A sense of threat, darkness eclipsing his vision, and the distant sound of warning klaxons.
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Alpha Centauri Mission on its way to the new world.Ĭontents ©1998 Firaxis Games, Inc. Journey to Centauri is an episodic tale that details the splintering of the U.N.
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