Techon Survivors
18-06-2007, 21:02
[OOC: Hey guys, its Techon... the old one died, so I made a new one. I guess I better come up with a good reason for why Techon died, so that is what this is about. Feel free to join in.]
There was a voice, a soft calm voice. It spoke to him from somewhere, but he wasn’t quite sure where from yet. He opened his eyes, he had been asleep, for who knows how long. He shook his head and listened to the voice again. He looked at where it came from, it was outside of the chamber he was in, a cyro-sleep chamber. He was strapped in tight, so tight he couldn’t move, he felt imprisoned.
But that voice, that voice soothed his entire body. The whispers entered his ears, and went into his brain, giving it a sensation it hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Wake up, Mr. Baker,” The voice said. He looked at where it came from again. In front of the chamber was a beautiful woman, of maybe 27 or so. She was holding an electronic clipboard in her small and delicate hands. She pressed a few buttons on it, and the door of the chamber opened, and the straps on him loosened and fell off.
“Good morning Mr. Baker,” She said calmly, routinely. “I trust you had a good sleep.”
“Yes,” His voice was slightly slurred, but he hadn’t used his voice in a long time, so that made sense. Now that the tinted glass chamber door was gone, he could see how bright the lights were. He was sure they would dim down eventually.
“We’re just waking everyone up now,” The woman said. “The whole fleet is. Some of you just need a little more motivation to get up.”
“Right,” Ron Baker said as he rubbed his eyes. “Where should I report too?”
She walked beside him, her arm brushing his slightly, on the edge of his chamber a little piece of paper slid out of a slit. She took it and handed it to him.
“You are to report to the equipment room, there will be others there too, you are all to make sure everything is fine and working,” She said.
She started walking away, and he called after her.
“How long have we been asleep?” He asked.
She stopped and turned around, and looked at him. She switched her clipboard from one hand to another. “Seven years.”
She turned and kept walking, and Ron Baker went the other way, walking slowly down to the equipment room. Seven years of sleep. Seven years since the Holy Empire of Techon was destroyed. Destroyed the alien race known as the Xan. It had been a war that waged for more than twenty years, first just colonies had been lost, then planets, then entire systems. It was the single most destructive moment Techon had ever been through. It ended in complete massacre. The Xan had built ships capable of destroying planets, and soon Techon didn’t stand a chance. They began evacuation, fleeing from their territory, taking up refuge in allies systems, or just anywhere safe.
The ship he was on was known as the Techon’s Pride, the biggest ship Techon had to offer. Nearly ten miles long, in a slightly rectangle shape, it was the ultimate super weapon Techon had to offer. But it soon turned into a refuge ship, fleeing its own country. It and the fleet that went along with it were the only survivors from the once great nation of Techon. They were the only ones left.
Ron Baker had no clue where they were at in space, he assumed it was somewhere safer than where they came from, he hoped at least. He had a family, a wife and three kids, he didn’t even know if they escaped alive or not. They had been presumed dead, or worse, enslaved when their home planet was taken over by the Xan. That was three years before he fell asleep, before they all fell asleep.
In the bridge, Admiral Strass Joyre stood above the other officers, looking outwards into the black void of space. Their emperor was dead, and he was promoted as leader. He was fifty-seven, with plenty of experience in war and politics, but he wasn’t sure if he was cut out to lead this ragtag fleet and the group of survivors that were on it. He figured maybe a total of 5 million were still alive, which was a tiny proportion compared to what they used to be.
Up ahead was a tiny green and blue dot floating around in space, it had one moon and was orbiting an orange sun. This planet appeared to be uninhabited by any intelligent civilization. They had all been asleep for years, every ship ran on backup power that entire time, none of the scanners even knew where they were yet. They approached the planet, and quickly did a scan of the atmosphere. One of the officers declared it safe for them to live on. Admiral Joyre gave word to send a landing party down to it as soon as possible to survey the area, he then also put out an emergency signal.
“Hello, this is Admiral Strass Joyre, of the remaining survivors of the nation of Techon. We are sending this message because we are in need of help, we’ve been floating through space aimlessly for years now, and we have recently come out of cyro-sleep. Our people are waking up, but they will not be enough if we wish to establish a new civilization for us to live in. We don’t have much to offer, but we need food, and supplies. Please, if anyone can hear us, please respond.”
There was a voice, a soft calm voice. It spoke to him from somewhere, but he wasn’t quite sure where from yet. He opened his eyes, he had been asleep, for who knows how long. He shook his head and listened to the voice again. He looked at where it came from, it was outside of the chamber he was in, a cyro-sleep chamber. He was strapped in tight, so tight he couldn’t move, he felt imprisoned.
But that voice, that voice soothed his entire body. The whispers entered his ears, and went into his brain, giving it a sensation it hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Wake up, Mr. Baker,” The voice said. He looked at where it came from again. In front of the chamber was a beautiful woman, of maybe 27 or so. She was holding an electronic clipboard in her small and delicate hands. She pressed a few buttons on it, and the door of the chamber opened, and the straps on him loosened and fell off.
“Good morning Mr. Baker,” She said calmly, routinely. “I trust you had a good sleep.”
“Yes,” His voice was slightly slurred, but he hadn’t used his voice in a long time, so that made sense. Now that the tinted glass chamber door was gone, he could see how bright the lights were. He was sure they would dim down eventually.
“We’re just waking everyone up now,” The woman said. “The whole fleet is. Some of you just need a little more motivation to get up.”
“Right,” Ron Baker said as he rubbed his eyes. “Where should I report too?”
She walked beside him, her arm brushing his slightly, on the edge of his chamber a little piece of paper slid out of a slit. She took it and handed it to him.
“You are to report to the equipment room, there will be others there too, you are all to make sure everything is fine and working,” She said.
She started walking away, and he called after her.
“How long have we been asleep?” He asked.
She stopped and turned around, and looked at him. She switched her clipboard from one hand to another. “Seven years.”
She turned and kept walking, and Ron Baker went the other way, walking slowly down to the equipment room. Seven years of sleep. Seven years since the Holy Empire of Techon was destroyed. Destroyed the alien race known as the Xan. It had been a war that waged for more than twenty years, first just colonies had been lost, then planets, then entire systems. It was the single most destructive moment Techon had ever been through. It ended in complete massacre. The Xan had built ships capable of destroying planets, and soon Techon didn’t stand a chance. They began evacuation, fleeing from their territory, taking up refuge in allies systems, or just anywhere safe.
The ship he was on was known as the Techon’s Pride, the biggest ship Techon had to offer. Nearly ten miles long, in a slightly rectangle shape, it was the ultimate super weapon Techon had to offer. But it soon turned into a refuge ship, fleeing its own country. It and the fleet that went along with it were the only survivors from the once great nation of Techon. They were the only ones left.
Ron Baker had no clue where they were at in space, he assumed it was somewhere safer than where they came from, he hoped at least. He had a family, a wife and three kids, he didn’t even know if they escaped alive or not. They had been presumed dead, or worse, enslaved when their home planet was taken over by the Xan. That was three years before he fell asleep, before they all fell asleep.
In the bridge, Admiral Strass Joyre stood above the other officers, looking outwards into the black void of space. Their emperor was dead, and he was promoted as leader. He was fifty-seven, with plenty of experience in war and politics, but he wasn’t sure if he was cut out to lead this ragtag fleet and the group of survivors that were on it. He figured maybe a total of 5 million were still alive, which was a tiny proportion compared to what they used to be.
Up ahead was a tiny green and blue dot floating around in space, it had one moon and was orbiting an orange sun. This planet appeared to be uninhabited by any intelligent civilization. They had all been asleep for years, every ship ran on backup power that entire time, none of the scanners even knew where they were yet. They approached the planet, and quickly did a scan of the atmosphere. One of the officers declared it safe for them to live on. Admiral Joyre gave word to send a landing party down to it as soon as possible to survey the area, he then also put out an emergency signal.
“Hello, this is Admiral Strass Joyre, of the remaining survivors of the nation of Techon. We are sending this message because we are in need of help, we’ve been floating through space aimlessly for years now, and we have recently come out of cyro-sleep. Our people are waking up, but they will not be enough if we wish to establish a new civilization for us to live in. We don’t have much to offer, but we need food, and supplies. Please, if anyone can hear us, please respond.”