Starmalneor
To travel at a speed faster than light; at a rate of speed so fast, there is a chance of disrupting the space-time continuum.
T-minus 1 minute to Starmalneor.
The computer’s voice was monotone, as usual, but it had somehow managed to sound solemn as it spoke those words.
They were traveling at their highest speed, full thrust, at zero-g. Atara felt weightless all of a sudden as the ship turned slightly, and her stomach protested, churning painfully.
Spacerocks, She cursed, I’m going to hurl at this rate.
T-minus 50 seconds to Starmalneor.
A chill crept it’s way up her spine.The whole plan was ridiculous; there were a million ways they could fail, and she knew it. She’d tried countless times to try and convince the captain to call off the mission, but he insisted on being stubborn and refused to listen.
T- minus 40 seconds to Stamalneor.
Atara scowled. Once they hit Starmalneor, there was no turning back. They would have to go into Hypersleep, and when they woke, they would be somewhere far, far from where they had started. What was equivalent to months- perhaps years- of travel, was done in seconds. Of course, it wouldn’t feel like seconds to them. When they slept, it was impossible to tell time.
T-minus 30 seconds to Starmalneor.
She knew she shouldn’t be worrying about this. The captain said he had it under control, and she trusted him. Trusted him with her life. Of course, he’d had his fair share of mishaps and problems, big and small, but nobody was perfect. Still… it felt wrong doing this.
T-minus 20 seconds to Starmalneor.
A knot formed in her throat, and she gulped back her fear. Only twenty seconds now. They were close. She took a deep breath and concentrated on breathing. If she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t live. If she couldn’t live… well, there went the mission.
T-minus 10 seconds to Starmalneor.
Atara laid back and took a deep breath. Time to go into Hypersleep. It’ll be fine. She tried to convince herself, Everything will be fine. When I wake up, we’ll have reached our destination, and everything will be fine. She hoped so. Right before she fell asleep, the computer spoke the words she had dreaded the whole trip:
Engaging Starmalneor.
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Jessica Phoenix
I like to dig deep into things and find out their true meanings, and while I don't always succeed, it's exhilarating to try.
I write for challenges sometimes, but you'll also find me writing little stories for fun.
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