(This track roughly conveys the atmosphere of the role play I was shooting at, so if you want,give it a listen whilst reading, you won't regret it.)
As the shutters began to descend, neither of them moved from the observation deck. Father and child stood side by side, stoically staring out into the void of darkness, broken only by one small blue dot. A beautiful blue dot.
“Will we ever see it again, Daddy?” The child asked, her meagre frame looking up towards her father, whom might as well have been a giant by comparison.
“You know we won't, darling.”
The father never turned, never looked away. His eyes were fixated on that minuscule, magnificent blue speck amidst the blanket of darkness. The light of the dot was quickly fading, its blues turning black, fading away into the void of darkness.
“Mommy's not sad that we're leaving?” She asked, with a child like curiosity.
The shutters were about halfway down now, but did not yet obstruct their view. His arms were kept behind his back, his posture lean and militant. Her arms hung loosely, her head almost pressed against the glass like a child at the Zoo. He wanted her to see this, because it would quite possibly be the last memory of home she'd have outside of this cold, metal vessel.
“Mommy's fine. You'll see her again one day, I promise.”
The child held up her pale, curled pinkie finger towards the cold man, her eyes almost glistening.
He moved for the first time since they had reached the deck, letting his hand reach hers and grasp her pinkie with his.
Both of their arms then fell, and their gaze turned back to the blue dot.
“I'm going to miss home.”
“Me too, darling.”
The shutters now passed the fathers vision, taking away the blue dot from him. The child stared on, however, her eyes kept intently on it for as long as she could. She watched as the last speck of blue disappeared from the dot, leaving only a darkened outline against the black backdrop. As the father turned and headed for the door, leading outwards from the small observation deck, the child crouched on her feet, as the shutter continued downwards, stripping away the view. She blinked once, and the dot was gone forever, leaving only the black canvas.
That was almost ten years ago. Now, that very same girl stood in the very same observation deck, watching the very same shutters lift for the first time in what felt like an eternity. She stood alone now, but still looked on with the very same child like curiosity. The shutter opened, revealing a plethora of the most magnificent white and yellow glimmers, radiating the still black canvas. There was no small blue dot, like she remembered. But then again, they weren't home; home was a very long way away. But she could hope, that she would one day see that blue dot once more.
The creaks and croaks of the vessel began to sound, as the lights of its still immaculate halls brightened. It was a new day. The first day, actually; the shutters were opening, for the first time since they had closed all those years ago.
The vessel had arrived, but their voyage had just begun.
(Note - The above opening is nothing more than an opening. The two character mentioned aren't characters in the role play, and simply stood to set the scene.)
Thank you for reading the introduction to my story, The Voyage. Based in a world where the Earth's sun slowly began to fade, humanity was left with one choice; face extinction, or run. And so, with the limited time they had left, their final years were spent not at war or squabbling, but building Vessels that would take them from the Earth, and sustain them indefinitely until they could find a new home. But of course, they couldn't save everyone. After the essentials were picked, -engineers, doctors, teachers, leaders-, five hundred people were picked at random for each Vessel, and were permitted to bring but one person with them; it was the only fair way to decide who lives, and who dies. Many denied a place, refusing to leave their families behind. But others, of course, accepted, gracious of their chance to live. Alpha, the first Vessel, was reserved for the highest of nobility; the rich, the rulers, the fortunate. Alpha's engines failed upon ignition, and the Vessel erupted, with its people, before it even left the planet. Vessel Foxtrot made it clear from launch, but a fault in its engineering meant that it couldn't reproduce oxygen. It's people died shortly after launch. Delta, a civilian Vessel carrying the majority of the 'less vital' passengers, succeeded in its launch, like the remaining other seven Vessels. Once away from the doomed Earth, where its billions of remaining inhabitants looked upwards towards the Vessels and the stars with hope, the Vessels each activated their most precious cargo; the Light-Fusion Drive. Capable of transporting the Vessels across the Galaxy, the Light-Fusions Drives were the pinnacle of human innovation. Powered for one singular use, each Vessel would activate theirs, making a blind leap into the unknown, closing its shutters for the ten year long duration, during which the Drive would transport the Vessel faster than ever before deemed possible, while the people inside lived their lives.
We are apart of Vessel Delta. Its been ten years since the departure from Earth, and for the first time since departure, the shutters are opening. The Light-Fusion Drive has run its course, and we're opening up to a completely knew part of the galaxy, completely alone. Our two characters have grew up aboard Vessel Delta, having been taken aboard ten years ago. Why your character is here, their past and who they are are completely at your control. My character, John Wild, was smuggled aboard the Vessel by his mother and father, and wasn't discovered until after the Vessels departure. Having been only eight at the time, the Captain accepted the unexpected passenger, but other passengers, whom had been made to leave people behind, were outraged at Johns parents. Others just accepted it. For the past ten years, our two characters have grown up amongst the children of the Delta, and have been close since they met. With a fully functioning society on-board, complete with schools, recreational areas, food plantation areas and live stock breeding houses, the Vessel has become the home for all those aboard. Our characters graduated the Vessels educational facilities, and were assigned jobs within the ship. John was, unfortunately, assigned to maintenance. Your character, however, can be whomever you want them to be. Both are eighteen, and this role play with chronicle their lives. With the Drive halted, and the shutters open, the Delta is now free to explore the Galaxy around it, and look for a home. Along the way, we'll encounter new worlds, new life, mysteries and horrors, some of which might be closer to home than we thought. I want this to be an emotional, character driven story.
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