NationStates Jolt Archive


Blue

Kindura
03-07-2005, 23:00
Scene: Low orbit. It is night over a living planet. The horizon slowly begins to glow with the light of an unseen blue sun.

Scene: A pastoral, desperately innocent countryside. Trees, dirt roads, farmhouses are set in light and shadow, as if in worship of a blue sun, just outside the camera’s frame. Clouds pass by slowly, eternally.

Opposite the sun, the sky becomes filled with a bloody red glow. The shockwave desecrates the land, sweeping away the grass, turning the sky to poison.

Your eyes open. Dim blue light. You stare at a ceiling for a long while; vague and shifting images flashing through your head. You relax your eyes, and for a few precious moments, allow yourself to breathe.

cut to

Scene: Looking down upon a bloodred sun. A ruddy disk of gas and dust hangs in orbit.

Blue - A Kinduran Introspective

cut back

You turn over your covering and rise, naked. You are in a spacious apartment, furnished with plump furniture and various technological devices. You walk to a clustering of plump, yet firm sitting-machines, lounge, pick up a remote control from a small table, activate the A/V.

A roundish area of the wall comes to life. You see a series of technical devices and diagrams, all beyond your depth.

“-ld take several decades to develop. Meanwhile, the dream of instantaneous hyperdrive will have to remain only that.”

Cut to a young, professionally dressed woman, standing in front of an impossible mass of metal cylinders.

“From Eortan Metaphysics Labs, this has been Alan Vireo for S-NAV.”

The screen shows a more mature woman in elegant clothing, seated within a circular desk.

“The Assembly is expected to vote down a motion by the Xenology Commission to begin limited contact with foreign civilizations. The initiative has sparked widespread criticism, particularly among military circles. Here to join-“

You walk into a small square area of tile. A nose-plug hanging from the ceiling hooks into your nostrils, and you press a small button on the outward face. Four walls of blue glass rise around you, the tank fills with pleasantly cool water through small holes in the floor. You allow yourself to gently float as complex salts and sonic waves wear off grime. There is no fear of germs. Atmospheric scrubbing and elaborate medical care keep the environment sterile.

The water drains and the walls recede into the floor.

“Oh, the savour! Real meat from Harcon Farms.”

“Far in the wilderness… The boundless Stalos System at your command.“

Airborne electric currents draw moisture off your skin. You glance at the A/V to images of an air-conditioned blue-lit cabin, insulated from the hostile void of space. Approaching the hygene table you strap on a flexible headmask-

“The raw power of a Consumer Aggregate Starcruiser, starting at ☼98,372!”

-completely removing stubbled hair and dermal flaws. Hair on the head and neck is considered uncivilized, while hair on the rest of the body is considered a sexual attribute.

At the dresser, you begin to put on a simple one-piece suit to cover your entire body.

“Two new drydocks are expected at Jotano Fleetyards within the next month. Expanding ind-“

You attach a sonic earplug and turn to a music channel. You shut off the A/V and leave through your apartment’s automatic door.
Kindura
03-07-2005, 23:07
OOC: consider this a factbook of sorts. I'll add new posts as they come.
Kindura
09-07-2005, 05:01
Regret

High Admiral Tanago stood on the bright, technological command deck of the KSSN Black Dove, overseeing the final stage of the Operation. His face showed no trace of emotion. He surveyed the dozen-odd technicians sitting in control pits operating the sensorimotor systems of the ship. His eyes turned toward the front of the bridge, to the primary display of the shining planet below, to an inset of geometric mounds of rock. Tiny creatures moved through the city.

Tanago could not truly claim credit for victory over the Lorcha. They had experimented upon the DNA of the symbiotic bacteria that inhabited their bodies, and paid the price. The mutated strains had exterminated 99.8% of the population, and the technological base soon collapsed. The Operation was simply a matter of removing a few strays.

It was undertaken neither for survival nor vengeance, only, perhaps, for a sense of completeness. A table in the center of the deck showed the planet surrounded by half a dozen ovular blue ships

“Close inset display.” A nameless technician pressed a few buttons, and the screen resolved into a simple view of the living planet below. Admiral Tanago approached, and simultaneously he is on the bridge of the KCF Imperial, flagship of the Colonial fleet, fifteen years ago. He stares at the bloody red sun Stalos. Surrounding it, the red disk that must now be their home. He closes his eyes, turns away from the hostile red haze, from the living blue planet that must now be sterilized by x-ray bombardment. He waves his hand, and the screen goes dark. He will never look upon either again.
Kindura
10-07-2005, 05:49
bump