TheAntiRebel
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The year was 2251.
Global Warming, despite all the activism and laws passed, had finally taken its toll on the Earth. By the time the United Earth Government had exhaused all 'green' measures, the Earth's average temperature was still increasing at an alarming rate. Mankind knew its time was limited, and they had to find a new home for its 9 billion people.
Humans had colonized the solar system, and set up small, scientific outposts on the other planets, but very little research had been done outside the solar system. With the planet in crisis, they knew the their hopes of quickly relocating relied on finding a planet very similar to Earth.
Fifty ships were built, specially designed to hold two people for a very long length of time. Crews were selected at random from the large astronaut corps. One pilot, one navigator. Some of the crews had met, some hadn't. Some were from the military branch of the space agency, some were civilians. They were mankind's last chance.
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Lt. Commander Brad Henderson
Age 28 / 6'3" / 190 lbs.
Brad is tall, with an athletic military body. He has messy blond hair with deep blue eyes.
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"I love you too, baby," said Melissa over the small video screen. Brad smiled and touched his hand to the screen, and saw Melissa do the same. She had a small engagement ring on her finger.
"I'll be back," he said softly. The two stared at each other for several long beats until a firm voice of the Marine filled his ears.
"Lt. Commander, you need to go," the grunt said.
"Good bye, honey," Brad said, wishing he could see his future wife one last time. She smiled and started to say something, until, the video cut to the logo of the United Earth Government. Brad sighed and nodded to the Marine, who immediately saluted the commissioned officer.
Brad strutted down the narrow steel corridor of the Space Station Omega, and through the airlock into his scout ship, the Liberty. He made his way through the hatches and ladders until he reached the cockpit, where he sat down and began flipping switched for the preflight.
A lieutenant from the control center paged him. "Lt. Commander, your navigator is on her way."
Brad paused a moment. "Her... way?" he said.
"Yes, sir. You've been paired up with a female, sir. I guess you got the lucky draw," the young male voice said with envy from the speaker. Brad, a mature fighter pilot veteran who was committed to his finance, sighed.
"Yep, pretty lucky," he said. He glanced at his watch. They were due to launch in 18 minutes, and no sign of his crewmate.
Global Warming, despite all the activism and laws passed, had finally taken its toll on the Earth. By the time the United Earth Government had exhaused all 'green' measures, the Earth's average temperature was still increasing at an alarming rate. Mankind knew its time was limited, and they had to find a new home for its 9 billion people.
Humans had colonized the solar system, and set up small, scientific outposts on the other planets, but very little research had been done outside the solar system. With the planet in crisis, they knew the their hopes of quickly relocating relied on finding a planet very similar to Earth.
Fifty ships were built, specially designed to hold two people for a very long length of time. Crews were selected at random from the large astronaut corps. One pilot, one navigator. Some of the crews had met, some hadn't. Some were from the military branch of the space agency, some were civilians. They were mankind's last chance.
~~~~
Lt. Commander Brad Henderson
Age 28 / 6'3" / 190 lbs.
Brad is tall, with an athletic military body. He has messy blond hair with deep blue eyes.
~~~~
"I love you too, baby," said Melissa over the small video screen. Brad smiled and touched his hand to the screen, and saw Melissa do the same. She had a small engagement ring on her finger.
"I'll be back," he said softly. The two stared at each other for several long beats until a firm voice of the Marine filled his ears.
"Lt. Commander, you need to go," the grunt said.
"Good bye, honey," Brad said, wishing he could see his future wife one last time. She smiled and started to say something, until, the video cut to the logo of the United Earth Government. Brad sighed and nodded to the Marine, who immediately saluted the commissioned officer.
Brad strutted down the narrow steel corridor of the Space Station Omega, and through the airlock into his scout ship, the Liberty. He made his way through the hatches and ladders until he reached the cockpit, where he sat down and began flipping switched for the preflight.
A lieutenant from the control center paged him. "Lt. Commander, your navigator is on her way."
Brad paused a moment. "Her... way?" he said.
"Yes, sir. You've been paired up with a female, sir. I guess you got the lucky draw," the young male voice said with envy from the speaker. Brad, a mature fighter pilot veteran who was committed to his finance, sighed.
"Yep, pretty lucky," he said. He glanced at his watch. They were due to launch in 18 minutes, and no sign of his crewmate.