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Topic Started: Sep 21 2008, 07:24 AM (665 Views)
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ex-wife huh? interesting!

I like that twist.

OH and those tiles! haha! love it!

I can hardly wait for the next entry!

go faster!!! go go go go!
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I know I haven't posted in this for a while...I was on hiatus from writing for cello and homework mostly :unsure:

But now I am back and have written more! B)

Enjoy! :D
(I don't know why I suddenly felt the urge to include massive amounts of smileys...but deal with it ^_^ )

Chapter 4
Date: June 9th, 2092
Author: Captain Wilford Gray
Subject: Meeting the crew.

I thought my career was over after Mars. Everyone thought my career was over after that travesty. My shining pupil, outperforming me on live television, had essentially committed scientific murder on my career. Or so I thought.

When I was first asked to be part of this project I declined, as I thought it was a joke. Then, when Mr. Murdock flew me in to the hangar on his private jet to see the craft for myself, I reconsidered…Quickly. I’d never seen anything quite like it. As I walked through the shining halls, I felt the old magic of space travel, and I guess it reignited my exploratory flame.

Suddenly I wouldn’t take no for an answer, to the point even that I was telling him I’d pay him all I had to be able to lead this crew – good thing he declined and let me lead for free, or I could have kissed my retirement cash goodbye.

I settled in the captain’s cabin, and looked at my room. Next to my bed there was a dresser, filled with standard issue space-captain garb, and I had a full-size bathroom. Compared to what I was used to, this was going to be easy.

About that time a yellow envelope slipped through the crack under my door, and I used my “Spacetech-Official” complimentary letter opener to open it. Inside was a list of the crew. When I saw it, I chuckled, smiled, frowned, and gasped, in that order. The chuckle was for Grant Dale – he was the funniest man I knew, and I had worked with him a few times before – basically, we go back. The smile came when I saw Nolan Weber, because we designed a mercury shuttle a few years back, and he is a very competent, if not a bit arrogant, scientist. My frown and subsequent gasp came at the names Valerie Garrett and Hilary Kim- both of them I used to work with, and worked with on Mars - it will be interesting to see how those memories come up in conversation.

Anyways, I have to get to a staff meeting, to become acquainted with the crew, even though I know half of them already. I’ll check in every week or so, and keep a captain’s log for safety purposes.
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Chapter 5
Date: July 3th, 2092
Author: Zak Reed
Subject: Launch day.

They would. They would pick the launch to take place on Independence Day. The company had to attract a crowd somehow and apparently a ship shooting into a glowing circle fits the bill.

Launch day is finally here, and a lot has happened between then and now. About a week after we began our acclimation period to the ship (locked doors so we couldn’t leave…for anything…), I noticed some obvious tensions between some of the crew members. Our captain is Wilford Gray, a veteran in the field of space travel. Sure, he has a bad past, but everyone does in this business, not just Old Will. Oh yeah, I’m calling him Old Will now. Our IT resources, Valerie and Hilary, seemed to know him well enough to stay clear of him; there has to be some back story there. Grant Dale and Nolan Weber have some difficulties, and even after a bottle of scotch Grant wasn’t keen to talk about it. Still, I got a bit out of him, something about ex wives – I don’t think I need to delve any deeper into that one.

On the fifteenth, I started teaching lessons to the teenage girl, Miara. She is actually quite smart, but never went to enough school to learn all the facts (which doesn’t say much about our school systems considering she actually graduated the seventh grade). For example, when I asked her about World War II, she gave me a blank stare that said “there was a second one?” On the other hand, when I gave her a battle situation and asked her what she would do in that situation, she chose exactly what the highly trained generals did. I think she is a valuable resource on this ship if anything ever happens where we need a world war two battle planner, but for anything else she needs more refined training, which I will give her.

Sorry, back on topic. Launch day. It’s hard to sleep, with all the media attention outside; camera flashes wake me up every night. I think there has been a crowd of about 1,000 people outside the launch area, and it has grown since I am sure. Earlier today, in fact, I was bombarded with questions by an interviewer who had snuck on the ship. I called security, and answered questions as best I could until they showed up. It went something like this:

“So you must be Zak Reed. I’m Tom Shale, reporter for AccuWeb News incorporated! How do you feel?”

“Slightly sick…maybe it’s the bright light you’re shining on me...IN A LIT ROOM.”

“Uhh…sorry sir, one second,” he mumbled as he turned away to yell at the lighting operator, “is that better?”

“If you are asking if I am not blind anymore, then yes.”

“How does it feel knowing you are going to be testing out a brand new piece of technology that could hurt or possibly even kill you?”

I smirked. “Well if you put it that way…it sounds like a pretty fun time, if you ask me.” He looked a bit surprised, to which I replied “What, never heard of sarcasm before?”

At that point I realized he wasn’t surprised at my comment, but at the very large African American man who had just walked in, with a blue vest emblazoned with “SECURITY”. Tom Shale said a quick goodbye, and left the room with the nice man. The press can be so supportive, and even accepting, when they are threatened.

We left the station to say our last goodbyes, and got in for the final night before launch. Yet again a beautiful meal by Mr. Gonzaga, and I think I got an extra cookie for helping tutor his daughter. Well if I get paid in cookies, I think I can get used to this gig.
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Chapter 6
Date: July 6th, 2092
Author: Wilford Gray
Subject: Captain’s Log #1

The launch was a complete success. We shot through the circle, and ended up within five kilometers of where we were aiming. For us, at this point, that’s like hitting a dart one millimeter off of the direct center of the bulls eye…still worth fifty points, and no one will notice. Everyone on board shared a bottle of fine aged champagne, vintage 2009. All the instruments are fine, although I did notice that one file on the ship’s computer is blocked off from access…I’ll have to get the IT ladies on that. That reminds me, I haven’t seen Val or Hillary for the last few days. They are probably trying to avoid me, so they don’t have to talk about Mars. For that, I should make them feel awkward by bringing it up constantly…but no; I will be nice and appease them; for now, at least. I do still have questions about that event, after all.

Back to the technical stuff – the food rations are good, and the oxygen generators are working fine. Everyone seems happy, except for the fight that Nolan and Grant got into. Well, it wasn’t really a fight, so much as some very well-timed “accidental” coffee spills, followed by some extremely “coincidental” orange juice-and-pancake action. Either way, I will need to keep note of these problems.

Not much else to say, to be honest. We are underway, and have had completely clear radio, which makes sense considering we aren’t expecting any traff-

What just happened? I see a blip on the “new incoming frequency” light. I’ll answer it.
[Author is idle for one minute]

Wow. That was really weird. I just received a frequency that was playing…50’s music. When you are on an interstellar space voyage and aren’t expecting any communication for a year, picking up the radio to Bing Crosby isn’t what you expect. Anyways, I’ll get to bed…so far, so good.

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Corrupted File---
Title: They don’t know a thing
AUTHOR: ###########

$$$$$$$I sent the message$$$$$$$$$with luck they will be too distracted by the random frequencies to notice my action$$$$$$$$$$$the device is almost in place$$$$$$$$they have no idea who I am$$$$$

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Dude, send me a pm or something reminding me to read this once I have some spare time...I love your work, I just have so much shit to do recently...
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Wow. This is amazing. I can't wait to read more!!!
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Eventually I will be writing more. =P it just got to the "during the voyage" stage, which is the one I look forward most to writing. Expect another chapter somewhat soon! (meanwhile check out my other story The Last Juliet if you have a second if you haven't read it yet =P...I'm thinking of continuing it as well idk though)
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