A brief History...

[Aeon]

This is the second installment of my previous post. One more to come after, and then the thread is open for commentary.

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Aeon sat quietly at his desk. The polished ancient "wood" from Gran Canaria gleamed dully in the low light in the room. The desk had been his father's, and before that his grandfather's, and... well, it doesn't really matter.

He was musing over recent events, feeling rather nostialgic and all. His latest directive, to wander Sirius for new technology and expretise for gigantic-hull type ships was coming to an end.

The original plan had been for the SCRA to build a mother ship, of large enough proportions to transport anyone who wanted to go with them, back to ancient Terra and the Sol system. However, recent events had changed things somewhat.

Although they had created fewer convoys than he had anticipated, something magical had happened. One of the convoys, 006-45, a survey expedition, had run into an uncharted jumphole in Omega-49 and decided to see what was on the other side. They had brought back images captured from a quick system survey they had completed.





They had found a system, with a beautiful planet. More detailed surveys taken in the last two weeks returned with information regarding the main terrestrial planet in the system, indicating it was capable of supporting life, and indeed had its own complex ecological system already.

However, just like any place, the new system, dubbed Omega-168, was not without its dangers, and one of the cruiser escorts was lost in a dense uncharted asteroid field after cruising into it and disintegrating; all hands were lost.

Shaken out of his reverie by a sudden tremor, Aeon called the commanding bridge officer on duty at that time.

"Commander, what was that shaking?"

"Sir! I apologize, we had to vaporize a rogue comet in our course, that was the particulate remnants hitting our shields." The man replied.

"Couldn't you have just turned out of the way Commander?" he asked.

"No sir, it would have hit us abroad-beam, we had no choice. I can provide a full status report if you so desire."

"No, do not worry yourself about something so trivial Commander, that is all. Have a good shift." Aeon said.

"Thank you sir."

As Aeon sank back into a day-dreaming state, he began to think about all of his future plans for his people. Wars, alliances, back-stabbing, and other under-hand dealings all came to mind. He began to wonder, being so old and all, whether he would live to see all his schemes come to fruition.

"I certainly hope so, at any rate. Although, being 193 Earth-years old doesn't give me a lot confidence..." he quietly mused to himself.

Aeon sat up suddenly. An idea had occured to him; he had remembered an old policy that had never really gotten off the ground.

"Aeon to the bridge, send out an encrypted transmission to all our personnel stating that we are again collecting passengers, including VIP's and prisoners, from shipping vessels in Bretonia, and the Omegas."

"Roger that sir, I'll get right on it." the comms officer responded.

After that, Aeon slowly dozed off, dreaming of the good old days...

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