Ny Valhalla
01-07-2007, 04:58
Shades of red and blue mingled with the darkness of space. Crackling displays of electricity flowing through the cloud of energy that spread out in all directions, creating a blanket for the small planet it had decided to surround, but had found it prudent not to touch the world, leaving a rather large buffer area between the atmosphere and the nebula itself.
The human colonists, cut off from their parent planet due to the spacial anomoly, fell into a state of despair, as they had no knowledge of their surroundings, and their food and ressources were dwindling. The beasts of the world fought for their home against the struggling newcomers, and many on each side fell. The humans did not know much about their new surroundings, or how they would carry on, but one thing they did know was that Earth had forgotten them, and they were alone.
Three-thousand years passed. The cloud of blue and red, still dominant within the system, began to dissipate and move on. Holes formed in it's shroud of the planet, the blanket unravelling.
The human colonists, now veterans of the planet, had advanced. The land had been claimed, and the beasts of the wild pushed into the forests and uncolonised areas. Cities had formed, and flourished. The soil, furtile dark earth, had been sown and now bore fruits, vegetables and grains for the people. The passive animals, who had been named kau, were surprisingly similar to cows, barring the fact that they had long trunks for noses, small, pointed ears, and were grey in color; the meat and the taste, however, were nearly the same. These had been made domestic, and used in exactly the same way as the missing cow of the planet. Many strange birds were also numerous and tasty, and were hunted widely.
Above the planet, the jewel of the human's civilisation. A great space station hung in orbit. A massive three-sided pyramid, built of a blue crystal that is found in abundance on the planet, and that had shown extreme resilience to...well...everything. And it was this space station that was charged with monitoring the nebula, looking for a way to pass it without becoming completely blind and in-operational. Fate, it seems, wanted to make it easier.
"Anfører Bjorn, the computer systems register several breaks in the cloud. Not much, but large enough for small starships to pass through. Seems the oracle systems were correct."
"They always are." The Anfører, or Captain in other tongues, walked over to the crystal consul, the glowing blue light that was the power source shining brilliantly through and reflecting on all the angles of the mineral, sending beautiful light and imagery around the equally blue crystallic room. The hundreds of other consuls, controls, and view screens sending their own lights and shapes into the mosaic of color and splendor. "You know the doctrine. Send orders for a ship to pass through one of the gaps before they decide to close for another few thousand years." The technician at the consul nodded, and began pressing the various symbols and colors that would be construed as a keyboard.
Not an hour later, a small, diamond shaped craft, made of the same crystal as all the other spacial craft and objects the humans had put up, began to slide through the inky blackness of space towards the hole in the nebula. Its ion thrusters glowed blue like the rest of the craft. It passed through to the other side of the nebula. Buttons were pushed, and infront of the vessel a purple portal opened. The ship passed through, the portal closed, and the vessel was on its way to a random point of the galaxy, to meet whoever resided there.
The human colonists, cut off from their parent planet due to the spacial anomoly, fell into a state of despair, as they had no knowledge of their surroundings, and their food and ressources were dwindling. The beasts of the world fought for their home against the struggling newcomers, and many on each side fell. The humans did not know much about their new surroundings, or how they would carry on, but one thing they did know was that Earth had forgotten them, and they were alone.
Three-thousand years passed. The cloud of blue and red, still dominant within the system, began to dissipate and move on. Holes formed in it's shroud of the planet, the blanket unravelling.
The human colonists, now veterans of the planet, had advanced. The land had been claimed, and the beasts of the wild pushed into the forests and uncolonised areas. Cities had formed, and flourished. The soil, furtile dark earth, had been sown and now bore fruits, vegetables and grains for the people. The passive animals, who had been named kau, were surprisingly similar to cows, barring the fact that they had long trunks for noses, small, pointed ears, and were grey in color; the meat and the taste, however, were nearly the same. These had been made domestic, and used in exactly the same way as the missing cow of the planet. Many strange birds were also numerous and tasty, and were hunted widely.
Above the planet, the jewel of the human's civilisation. A great space station hung in orbit. A massive three-sided pyramid, built of a blue crystal that is found in abundance on the planet, and that had shown extreme resilience to...well...everything. And it was this space station that was charged with monitoring the nebula, looking for a way to pass it without becoming completely blind and in-operational. Fate, it seems, wanted to make it easier.
"Anfører Bjorn, the computer systems register several breaks in the cloud. Not much, but large enough for small starships to pass through. Seems the oracle systems were correct."
"They always are." The Anfører, or Captain in other tongues, walked over to the crystal consul, the glowing blue light that was the power source shining brilliantly through and reflecting on all the angles of the mineral, sending beautiful light and imagery around the equally blue crystallic room. The hundreds of other consuls, controls, and view screens sending their own lights and shapes into the mosaic of color and splendor. "You know the doctrine. Send orders for a ship to pass through one of the gaps before they decide to close for another few thousand years." The technician at the consul nodded, and began pressing the various symbols and colors that would be construed as a keyboard.
Not an hour later, a small, diamond shaped craft, made of the same crystal as all the other spacial craft and objects the humans had put up, began to slide through the inky blackness of space towards the hole in the nebula. Its ion thrusters glowed blue like the rest of the craft. It passed through to the other side of the nebula. Buttons were pushed, and infront of the vessel a purple portal opened. The ship passed through, the portal closed, and the vessel was on its way to a random point of the galaxy, to meet whoever resided there.