11-22-2016, 05:33 PM
// Forum Roleplay environment spanning the entirety of UN ZOI, for both individual and shared RPs. All UN| and indie Unioners can contribute. Format according to your own interests, only rule is you state the character name.
Pacifica Base
Tanner Belt
Bering System
There was no glass on Pacifica. No windows to scry the universe through. No puncture marks for a station under perpetual bombardment by a nature struggling to coalesce a planet out of her.
Pacifica. The centre point of Rheinland’s children that had somehow found itself imbued with the name of a faraway, desolate ocean, on the far side of planetary sol, well beyond the intransigent lines of nationhood. It was an irony for the privileged exile few - Oceans weren’t where you lived, where you survived. Oceans were vessels, passages to new lands. The Imperials never had any intent to keep root on Pacifica - Pacfica rooted them.
Spend enough time in the stillness of the infinities and it becomes a home more beguiling than any promised land. Pacifica, an island amidst an airless sea, once a necessity born of revilement, became a sanctuary. Industrious, industrial men, unbound by the needs for survival, air and food and short of work, carved foundries from the dead rock, lining silicate and carbon ice with carbon fibre, nickel with steel, building cities in the the heart of what, when humanity was long dead, would become the molten heart of a new, blue world, carving its way around the orbit its young, yellow star.
A hundred kilometres square of rock, blasted in geysers into space as the O’neil colony became carved from the nucleus of the virgin world. A space habitat is just a ship sans drives, and in the hands of her master craftsman, the ship grew to fill her frame. If a ship is built for travel, then, for the thousands of families who had fleshed Pacifica since the betrayal days, Pacifica was not a ship for traversing space.
It was a means of traversing the future.
In the bowels of the planetesimal, fire lit her walls.
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Pacifica Base
Tanner Belt
Bering System
There was no glass on Pacifica. No windows to scry the universe through. No puncture marks for a station under perpetual bombardment by a nature struggling to coalesce a planet out of her.
Pacifica. The centre point of Rheinland’s children that had somehow found itself imbued with the name of a faraway, desolate ocean, on the far side of planetary sol, well beyond the intransigent lines of nationhood. It was an irony for the privileged exile few - Oceans weren’t where you lived, where you survived. Oceans were vessels, passages to new lands. The Imperials never had any intent to keep root on Pacifica - Pacfica rooted them.
Spend enough time in the stillness of the infinities and it becomes a home more beguiling than any promised land. Pacifica, an island amidst an airless sea, once a necessity born of revilement, became a sanctuary. Industrious, industrial men, unbound by the needs for survival, air and food and short of work, carved foundries from the dead rock, lining silicate and carbon ice with carbon fibre, nickel with steel, building cities in the the heart of what, when humanity was long dead, would become the molten heart of a new, blue world, carving its way around the orbit its young, yellow star.
A hundred kilometres square of rock, blasted in geysers into space as the O’neil colony became carved from the nucleus of the virgin world. A space habitat is just a ship sans drives, and in the hands of her master craftsman, the ship grew to fill her frame. If a ship is built for travel, then, for the thousands of families who had fleshed Pacifica since the betrayal days, Pacifica was not a ship for traversing space.
It was a means of traversing the future.
In the bowels of the planetesimal, fire lit her walls.