Who knows what day it was since what everyone on the SS Chronos believed to be the end of humanity? Escaping had been a terrifying experience. With all the ship's windows, they looked out upon the landscape as the hostile forms landed on the last planet. There were ships crashing around them, clear screaming echoing everywhere, and death all around them. They had one hell of a time running from the battlefield. First the Central Human Police Force (CHPF) had tried to stop them, before they were destroyed as well. Then came the Forms. They were disgusting creatures, bent on destroying all human life. Could it even be counted as a "war"? Diana thought, does it even matter? What did matter, though, was that the ship's day and night cycle finally showed light, representing a new 'day' on the ship.
Diana was already at the intercom. "Today marks the... upteenth day since our escape from the hell of the Second Great War. Yesterday we lost a valuable comrade, Lewis Carpe, to the vast expanse of space. A memorial will be held today at..." Diana opened up her hologram schedule. "10h00 hours. Sharp. Wear formal clothes." She moved a few things around to look at another window. "Breakfast today will be fruit parfait made from the fruit of the makeshift garden we made about a week after our escape." She looked at the screen for a moment, trying to remember if there was anything else. Nope. "That is all." She hung up the intercom.
Where could we go from here? Diana absentmindedly thought as she took her suit up off the cabin floor. She opened up the bathroom. While there were other, faster ways to get clean, Diana preferred the classical shower, as it gave her time to think. She wondered if Caelum had found anywhere they could go. I'll check up on her after eating breakfast. With this course of action in mind, she stepped out of the shower and into her suit. It fit her form comfortably. Day whatever-the-hell, she sighed, time to get this show on the road.
Diana was already at the intercom. "Today marks the... upteenth day since our escape from the hell of the Second Great War. Yesterday we lost a valuable comrade, Lewis Carpe, to the vast expanse of space. A memorial will be held today at..." Diana opened up her hologram schedule. "10h00 hours. Sharp. Wear formal clothes." She moved a few things around to look at another window. "Breakfast today will be fruit parfait made from the fruit of the makeshift garden we made about a week after our escape." She looked at the screen for a moment, trying to remember if there was anything else. Nope. "That is all." She hung up the intercom.
Where could we go from here? Diana absentmindedly thought as she took her suit up off the cabin floor. She opened up the bathroom. While there were other, faster ways to get clean, Diana preferred the classical shower, as it gave her time to think. She wondered if Caelum had found anywhere they could go. I'll check up on her after eating breakfast. With this course of action in mind, she stepped out of the shower and into her suit. It fit her form comfortably. Day whatever-the-hell, she sighed, time to get this show on the road.