Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 6:21:40 GMT
At that moment, the memories started flooding back from my subconscious; the ennui in the midst of galactic peace, the desire to board the Argo and have adventures for the sake of adventure, and my decision to go at it alone, because the Star Force had served me well, and had families back home. I had no family; my parents and brother were all dead, and I’d never settled down from combat. It was in my blood, one could say.
“So where precisely are we, computer?” I asked as I prepared a nutritional injection designed for recovery from deep space cryosleep.
“Planet Earth, coordinates,” she started on as the clicking and whizzing of recovery equipment continued to fill my chamber, “latitude, thirty-eight degrees, sixteen minutes, thirty-five seconds north. Longitude, one hundred eight degrees, two minutes, thirty-seven seconds west.”
“You mean I’m right where I started?!” I was stunned. All of this travel, almost two years in hibernation, and I wasn’t even in space anymore? What was the point of all this?
“Wait, computer,” I said in between winces of the injection, “you said that the wormhole the Argo entered could pass through time? Were you able to gather any information of the planet? Something that might tell me where in time we are?”
“Yes,” the computer replied, “I was able to gather telecommunication signals within a five hundred kilometer radius, and concluded that today was August 21, 2015.”
I had gone exactly two hundred years into the past. The Argo’s computer started playing the data she acquired since landing on Earth; news broadcasts, cartoons… then, I saw something that would dictate the course I’d take here on Earth.
“It should not be difficult to find another passage back to our time. Do you wish to return to cryosleep and exit the atmosphere, Captain Wildstar?”
“Not yet, computer,” I responded, fixated on one broadcast, with two men locked in gladiatorial combat in the middle of an elevated square platform surrounded on all four sides with ropes, “what is this I’m watching? It resembles the combat readiness training from Earth Defense Academy…”
“Professional wrestling, Captain,” the computer responded, “a popular form of combat known for entertaining the public. Do you wish to return to cryosleep and--”
“No,” I sharply responded, “I wish to remain here in 2015… I believe I have found what I’ve desired all along.”
I made the computer take all of the footage of this “professional wrestling” and compile it for me to view. When I had finished, I knew this was the challenge I sought. But I knew that obscuring my identity was prudent, so I found my old academy training mask and put it on, and upon seeing myself in the mirror, with my mask and Star Force uniform, I knew I was ready.
“Outside of this ship, I will be known as Wildstar D. And I will enter this ‘wrestling’ and fight bravely.”
“Understood… Wildstar D.”
The story begins...
“So where precisely are we, computer?” I asked as I prepared a nutritional injection designed for recovery from deep space cryosleep.
“Planet Earth, coordinates,” she started on as the clicking and whizzing of recovery equipment continued to fill my chamber, “latitude, thirty-eight degrees, sixteen minutes, thirty-five seconds north. Longitude, one hundred eight degrees, two minutes, thirty-seven seconds west.”
“You mean I’m right where I started?!” I was stunned. All of this travel, almost two years in hibernation, and I wasn’t even in space anymore? What was the point of all this?
“Wait, computer,” I said in between winces of the injection, “you said that the wormhole the Argo entered could pass through time? Were you able to gather any information of the planet? Something that might tell me where in time we are?”
“Yes,” the computer replied, “I was able to gather telecommunication signals within a five hundred kilometer radius, and concluded that today was August 21, 2015.”
I had gone exactly two hundred years into the past. The Argo’s computer started playing the data she acquired since landing on Earth; news broadcasts, cartoons… then, I saw something that would dictate the course I’d take here on Earth.
“It should not be difficult to find another passage back to our time. Do you wish to return to cryosleep and exit the atmosphere, Captain Wildstar?”
“Not yet, computer,” I responded, fixated on one broadcast, with two men locked in gladiatorial combat in the middle of an elevated square platform surrounded on all four sides with ropes, “what is this I’m watching? It resembles the combat readiness training from Earth Defense Academy…”
“Professional wrestling, Captain,” the computer responded, “a popular form of combat known for entertaining the public. Do you wish to return to cryosleep and--”
“No,” I sharply responded, “I wish to remain here in 2015… I believe I have found what I’ve desired all along.”
I made the computer take all of the footage of this “professional wrestling” and compile it for me to view. When I had finished, I knew this was the challenge I sought. But I knew that obscuring my identity was prudent, so I found my old academy training mask and put it on, and upon seeing myself in the mirror, with my mask and Star Force uniform, I knew I was ready.
“Outside of this ship, I will be known as Wildstar D. And I will enter this ‘wrestling’ and fight bravely.”
“Understood… Wildstar D.”
The story begins...