NationStates Jolt Archive

We.. Us.. Well.. The Colony Ship New Moskva had set out 650 Years Ago, in the infancy of colonization techniques, 2 Million Colonists had been piled into the ship, 95% Being placed into cryogenic freezing, the rest, left to work and live in the ship and guide it, and do as they saw fit, hopefully reaching the designated planet, but .. not all went to plan.

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New Moskva

In The Twelveth year of the 30 Year journey, a fire broke out in a oxygen producer, it exploded almost instantly, it may of been sabotage, but nobody knows, the entire computer system guiding and keeping the frozen colonists alive, collapsed, throwing the colonists out of a deep slumber, and plunging their ship of course, with minimal thruster power, the Captain of the time set a course for Mars, burnt out the remaining thruster fuel, and let the ship Drift..


That was 638 Years ago.. the population grew to 5 million, for that was all the ship's space and hydroponics bays could handle, for 638 years we have drifted, and finally, we have entered the outskirts of home.. Sol.. We are home again.. we do not know what awaits us here, and hopefully the human race still exists, for if it is not, we will have come all this way for nothing, the completely destroyed drives could not be repaired, and we will hit Mars's atmosphere at a deadly angle.. and we will die.

Our radio transmitters are barely operational, working on a frequency i doubt anyone could pick up, i tried getting the technicians on it, to no avail.. now i wait and see what happens.. Ah, there goes Saturn..

-Log's of Mikhail Alenakov, Commander of the New Moskva

OOC: If anyone could pick it up or something, that would be great, but hey!

OOC: Ok.. people arnt very interested then?

BUMP

Mikhail stared out of the window, he could see ships, the ship was on a stable course, but just didnt have any engines, they were shot, no attempts to repair them ever worked, and it was quite possible the ships he could see wernt detecting the radio signals.

"Commander, we are boosting power from Cell-4 to the Radio Transmitter, we are broadcasting a SOS again on a higher frequency" A voice crackled, over the authenticated inter-ship communication grid.

"Good Work Technician, proceed" Mikhail replied back, releasing his finger from the Talk button.

"Yes sir" The voice crackled back.

Mikhail stared back out of the window, maybe the ships wern't even human.. but the planet that was at least Meant to be Mars seemed a little green, and water? What had happened while they'd been gone, Maybe the crash wouldnt be fatal, Mikhail held onto that hope, at least.