Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2015 22:54:09 GMT
Click. Whiiiiirrrrrrrr.
The first sounds I hear as my consciousness returns to me for the first time in I-don’t-know-how-long. The lights surrounding my cryogenic life support system flicker and dance as the gentle beeps in my sleeping chamber beckon me to finally open my eyes and rise up.
“Hello, Captain Wildstar,” the disembodied voice of the Argo’s computer chimes, “I presume your time in suspended animation was a restful affair?” All I can do is nod and begin to strip of my garments, specifically designed for the environment I was subject to.
“Good morning, computer. How long was I out of commission?”
“According to the timer you ordered activated before you went into suspended animation, a total of five-hundred thirty-nine days, thirteen hours, forty-two minutes, and six seconds,” she said. I nodded, as it was about what I’d expected on this voyage.
“However, Captain…” she followed, “during your rest, the Argo entered an unforeseen wormhole in the far Milky Way Galaxy, near the Virgo Supercluster, and pulled through what is believed to have been a pathway through the space-time continuum.”
My memory hadn’t returned at that time, so I panicked at first.
“Computer, were you able to track the origins of the wormhole?” I asked, wondering just where in the galaxy… or it’s history… I was.
“Inconclusive data,” she said, “but it did not seem to originate from any enemy activity. When the Argo left the time pathway, it started a path back towards Planet Earth and landed one-hundred seventy days, three hours, fifty-four minutes, and twenty-nine seconds before you were woken from slumber. Would you like to hear the coordinates of the Argo’s present location, sir?”
I’d zoned out from the realization that I might not even be on the Earth I knew, the Earth that was saved by the Star Force, the brave crew of this very Argo… then… oh, no.
“But what about the rest of the Star Force, computer?!”
“Accessing mission data.”
Then I heard my own voice over the speakers.
“I am Captain Wildstar, commander of the Argo and leader of the Star Force of Planet Earth. Three times my crew and I had fought and defeated invaders who threatened our planet. With Earth safe from outside forces and humanity living in peace, however, I have grown bored and in need of adventure; to that end, I have decided to take the Argo on a solo mission.
“On August 21, 2215, the Argo will launch from the following Earth coordinates; lattitude, thirty-eight degrees, sixteen minutes, thirty-five seconds north, longitude, one hundred eight degrees, two minutes, thirty-seven seconds west. I will enter cryogenic sleep until the Argo leaves the vicinity of the Milky Way Galaxy, after which I will travel the universe in search of challenges to conquer. I hope to return as a better commander, to see Planet Earth still at peace, safe from intruders. Until then, I will explore the far reaches of our universe. Wildstar, out.”
It all came back to me, then.
The first sounds I hear as my consciousness returns to me for the first time in I-don’t-know-how-long. The lights surrounding my cryogenic life support system flicker and dance as the gentle beeps in my sleeping chamber beckon me to finally open my eyes and rise up.
“Hello, Captain Wildstar,” the disembodied voice of the Argo’s computer chimes, “I presume your time in suspended animation was a restful affair?” All I can do is nod and begin to strip of my garments, specifically designed for the environment I was subject to.
“Good morning, computer. How long was I out of commission?”
“According to the timer you ordered activated before you went into suspended animation, a total of five-hundred thirty-nine days, thirteen hours, forty-two minutes, and six seconds,” she said. I nodded, as it was about what I’d expected on this voyage.
“However, Captain…” she followed, “during your rest, the Argo entered an unforeseen wormhole in the far Milky Way Galaxy, near the Virgo Supercluster, and pulled through what is believed to have been a pathway through the space-time continuum.”
My memory hadn’t returned at that time, so I panicked at first.
“Computer, were you able to track the origins of the wormhole?” I asked, wondering just where in the galaxy… or it’s history… I was.
“Inconclusive data,” she said, “but it did not seem to originate from any enemy activity. When the Argo left the time pathway, it started a path back towards Planet Earth and landed one-hundred seventy days, three hours, fifty-four minutes, and twenty-nine seconds before you were woken from slumber. Would you like to hear the coordinates of the Argo’s present location, sir?”
I’d zoned out from the realization that I might not even be on the Earth I knew, the Earth that was saved by the Star Force, the brave crew of this very Argo… then… oh, no.
“But what about the rest of the Star Force, computer?!”
“Accessing mission data.”
Then I heard my own voice over the speakers.
“I am Captain Wildstar, commander of the Argo and leader of the Star Force of Planet Earth. Three times my crew and I had fought and defeated invaders who threatened our planet. With Earth safe from outside forces and humanity living in peace, however, I have grown bored and in need of adventure; to that end, I have decided to take the Argo on a solo mission.
“On August 21, 2215, the Argo will launch from the following Earth coordinates; lattitude, thirty-eight degrees, sixteen minutes, thirty-five seconds north, longitude, one hundred eight degrees, two minutes, thirty-seven seconds west. I will enter cryogenic sleep until the Argo leaves the vicinity of the Milky Way Galaxy, after which I will travel the universe in search of challenges to conquer. I hope to return as a better commander, to see Planet Earth still at peace, safe from intruders. Until then, I will explore the far reaches of our universe. Wildstar, out.”
It all came back to me, then.