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Ok. I am currently sat in hospital, and if been thinking about a series of short stories. This would be set in mankind's near future a setting of my own devising.
Now I have made a bit of progress but I dunno, I'm just not feeling it, it may be that all my other stories have been set in the 40 k universe and thus fully formed and rich with background resources.
I'm just wanting to know if this is something that you all feel would b. Interesting to read and a galaxy I should expand or are you also 'not feeling it'?
Also worth noting if not yet done a proper proof read and this is going to become a little project of mine, a novel or series of novels written entirely on a tablet. So expect a few typos.
The Perseus Crisis
Prologue
"One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind" Words spoken at the dawn of space travel and engrained in the human civilisation for millennia after. From those first steps and words the human species had pushed further and faster than it was ever thought possible, every decade saw scientific advances that pushed the boundaries of science and engineering as the people of Earth pushed on ever upwards.
Within 200 years of those words, mankind had become master of his system, colonies on Mars and the Luna colony Deep listening posts around Jupiter and Saturn, vessels traversing the vast distances between these world's with the highly advanced Solar Sails, catching the solar winds and literally sailing the stars, and combined with a more traditional fusion reactors they became the workhorse of a new economy, one of interplanetary trade. The refineries and manufacturing facilities on Mars and Luna trading for food stuffs, and consumer goods from Earth.
It was into this new world that the nation states of Earth combined more closely, loosely aligning in the burgeoning new Empire as the Terran Republic.
T.R.S Phoenix was a bulk hauler, one of the 6 great behemoths of the Terran Republic Navy. It's role was essential, mass freight conveyance, food stuffs to mars, and manufactured goods all across the republic. It was the life blood of the republic. 12 km long it's thick drab sides cut through the void, it's multiple Solar Masts and Sails glinting slightly from the far away Sun as it cut past the asteroid belt on route to Mars, it's hold filled vast holds of food stuffs, livestock, agricultural supplies and colonists. In 6 days it would be due to make contact with Martian Space Control, and in 12 days it would have docked with the domed colonies where it would be unloaded.
T.R.S Phoenix never arrived...
Footsteps echoed down the corridor at Martian Naval Command, Captain Peter Anders marched in immaculate blue dress uniform to his Superiors office, Rear Admiral Geritz was not a man with whom he wished to be late. In fact Anders was a little nervous, his ship and crew had only just completed their system patrol and we're due to be assigned to close support and response, a call like this usually meant that they were going to have a job to do... It's a call like this is never welcome. Nevertheless Anders had somehow managed to drag himself through a shower and put on his best uniform instead of the usual naval fatigues they were issued. Anders was a handsome man, chiseled chin and carried himself well for a man of 40, his Dark hair squashed beneath his cap bearing the silver star denoting him as a Captain.
As usual there was a Petty Officer attending the Admiral managing his attendees.. At 04:30 the man was probably accustomed to getting a sly sleep or catching up with a bit of filing. Tonight though the Petty Officer was desperately trying to keep order amongst a blizzard of calls and enquiries demanding the Admirals attention.... 'Not good' Andes noted.
Stepping to the desk Anders approached as the Petty Officer saluted.
'Captain Peter Anders reporting to see the Admiral' Peter stated as he returned the salute.
'Thank You sir, go straight in. Admiral Geritz has been waiting for you, sir!'
gak! Peter thought, a crisis of some sort and he's made the old man wait. Just fething great! Yet the only words was a rather meal Thank you before entering the imported oak door.
He managed 2 steps through the door before the older 60 something year old man spun on his heel and roared,
'GET YOUR DAMNED ARSE SAT DOWN OVER THERE!!! WE HAVE A PISSING CRISIS ON OUR HANDS!'
Captain Anders said nothing, just quickly took his seat!
Admiral Geritz took a deep breath and calmed himself...
'Listen, were on the clock, I don't have the time to explain I have ordered your crew mobilised and the Hunter prepared for patrol,
Any thoughts? Interesting? Develop it or not?
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