Leafanistan
14-01-2006, 18:49
OOC: SWC, old enemies, new allies, others I'll consider, you are welcome. By PMT I mean 2000-2050, no FTL drives, and no massive Martian cities or such. My space fleet that I originally had, I decided I moved too fast without enough RP behind it. I'll accept a few moon posts and I will be using the space elevator I built jointly with the SWC.
It was a proud day for Leafanistan, finally attention to the sky that wasn't the reloading of a Tungsten Needle Station, or routine maintainece on the space elevator. Finally, more than just a probe or a symbolic flag on the moon. It was time to settle there. The chunks were lifted via the elevator years ago: motors, robots, fuel, supplies, etc. A year ago, slow flying water bladders, holding tons of water sailed off using the solar wind. They had finally begun to reach lunar orbit and were holding steady over the prearranged landing site on the near side of the moon, a relatively flat crater with a boring alphanumeric code for a name. But perfect for the plan, using the side of the crater as a support, a sports stadium sized concrete dome would be built. Using lunar concrete with earth water, robots would construct Alpha Dome, the first out of 20 planned domes that would be connected via concrete pathways.
The assembly finished, Elevator Personnel cleared the launch pad, the ship moved away from the dock, Halberdgardian, McKagan, Tannenmille, and Leafanistani workers watched, one holding a bottle of champagne, watching, waiting.
The engines ignited, the ship lurched forward, all systems green, nominal, it left Earth orbit and sailed to the moon. In 2 months it would arrive and start the 1 year operation. The workers cheered as it faded away into the inky blackness of space at the round, white orb that was the moon. A cork flew into the air and they celebrated.
It was a proud day for Leafanistan, finally attention to the sky that wasn't the reloading of a Tungsten Needle Station, or routine maintainece on the space elevator. Finally, more than just a probe or a symbolic flag on the moon. It was time to settle there. The chunks were lifted via the elevator years ago: motors, robots, fuel, supplies, etc. A year ago, slow flying water bladders, holding tons of water sailed off using the solar wind. They had finally begun to reach lunar orbit and were holding steady over the prearranged landing site on the near side of the moon, a relatively flat crater with a boring alphanumeric code for a name. But perfect for the plan, using the side of the crater as a support, a sports stadium sized concrete dome would be built. Using lunar concrete with earth water, robots would construct Alpha Dome, the first out of 20 planned domes that would be connected via concrete pathways.
The assembly finished, Elevator Personnel cleared the launch pad, the ship moved away from the dock, Halberdgardian, McKagan, Tannenmille, and Leafanistani workers watched, one holding a bottle of champagne, watching, waiting.
The engines ignited, the ship lurched forward, all systems green, nominal, it left Earth orbit and sailed to the moon. In 2 months it would arrive and start the 1 year operation. The workers cheered as it faded away into the inky blackness of space at the round, white orb that was the moon. A cork flew into the air and they celebrated.