Post by Luke on Oct 16, 2007 16:00:18 GMT
No I don't mean Robert Falcon Scott XP
Constructive critism welcomed. Compliments will be rewarded with cookies.
‘Your job is to observe, to safeguard and above all, to NOT interfere.’
The words of the InterSpace Exploration Admiral rang in his ears as Scott Bryant stepped onto the bridge. His size-nine shoes clicked as he walked towards the captain’s chair and stopped just before it. He took his seat at the commander’s chair, and waited, like everyone else on the bridge, for the arrival of the captain.
Mere moments later the suspense was ended as Captain Moore stepped briskly through the grey automatic doors and onto the bridge. Everyone immediately stood as the captain made the way to his chair, then sat when he beckoned them to. The first thing Scott, and everyone one else, had noticed was his age and knurled appearance. ‘Captain Moore must be at least sixty-five’, he thought, ‘and he hasn’t aged particularly gracefully either’.
The second thing he noticed was his uniform. He shirt was pressed so finely that Scott could not find a single crease and his brass captain’s badge was shined to a perfection that Scott could see his own young and innocent face reflected in it, a lock of his hair escaping from the rest to drop down across his eyes. Impatiently Scott flicked it back up, and then returned to studying the captain.
From his pride of appearance Scott deduced that Captain Moore was the type of person who would stand for no nonsense and would run the ship as though he owned it. A smirk flashed across his face as he remembered that Captain Moore did, in fact, own the ship, or at least a large percentage of it. It was the main reason he was captain of it rather than a smaller vessel. It was quite unusual, Scott understood, for a newly appointed captain to take control of a large ship as his first assignment.
And big this ship was. Named the Explorer, its crew consisted of over 300 men and women and had room for another 100 or so. It was the second largest ship in the fleet, and the fastest by far. The building of the ship had finished just three weeks ago and this was to be its maiden voyage.
All things in consideration though, Scott's own appointment to Commander at such a young age was also unusual, or at least appeared so to anybody who had not been part of his previous voyage. Those who knew, however, were sworn to secrecy, Scott was a very modest man, he wanted no-one to know of the events.
The purpose of their voyage was to safeguard the planets protected by the InterSpace Treaty of Planets, and to find, if possible, new planets not yet discovered. Scott’s mind flicked back once again to the Admiral’s words. ‘Your job is to observe, to safeguard and above all, to NOT interfere.’ They were true, he supposed, and the ISPT demanded that they be upheld, but all the same Scott thought less of them as perhaps he should have.
They seemed restrictive and pointless. Why discover a planet only to watch it, rather than help its people to advance their technology. Why discover a planet in the midst of a great war during which millions of people would die, when within five minutes you could stop it. In Scott’s mind there was no suitable answer, in his mind it was acceptable, even reasonable to break this rule...
Constructive critism welcomed. Compliments will be rewarded with cookies.
‘Your job is to observe, to safeguard and above all, to NOT interfere.’
The words of the InterSpace Exploration Admiral rang in his ears as Scott Bryant stepped onto the bridge. His size-nine shoes clicked as he walked towards the captain’s chair and stopped just before it. He took his seat at the commander’s chair, and waited, like everyone else on the bridge, for the arrival of the captain.
Mere moments later the suspense was ended as Captain Moore stepped briskly through the grey automatic doors and onto the bridge. Everyone immediately stood as the captain made the way to his chair, then sat when he beckoned them to. The first thing Scott, and everyone one else, had noticed was his age and knurled appearance. ‘Captain Moore must be at least sixty-five’, he thought, ‘and he hasn’t aged particularly gracefully either’.
The second thing he noticed was his uniform. He shirt was pressed so finely that Scott could not find a single crease and his brass captain’s badge was shined to a perfection that Scott could see his own young and innocent face reflected in it, a lock of his hair escaping from the rest to drop down across his eyes. Impatiently Scott flicked it back up, and then returned to studying the captain.
From his pride of appearance Scott deduced that Captain Moore was the type of person who would stand for no nonsense and would run the ship as though he owned it. A smirk flashed across his face as he remembered that Captain Moore did, in fact, own the ship, or at least a large percentage of it. It was the main reason he was captain of it rather than a smaller vessel. It was quite unusual, Scott understood, for a newly appointed captain to take control of a large ship as his first assignment.
And big this ship was. Named the Explorer, its crew consisted of over 300 men and women and had room for another 100 or so. It was the second largest ship in the fleet, and the fastest by far. The building of the ship had finished just three weeks ago and this was to be its maiden voyage.
All things in consideration though, Scott's own appointment to Commander at such a young age was also unusual, or at least appeared so to anybody who had not been part of his previous voyage. Those who knew, however, were sworn to secrecy, Scott was a very modest man, he wanted no-one to know of the events.
The purpose of their voyage was to safeguard the planets protected by the InterSpace Treaty of Planets, and to find, if possible, new planets not yet discovered. Scott’s mind flicked back once again to the Admiral’s words. ‘Your job is to observe, to safeguard and above all, to NOT interfere.’ They were true, he supposed, and the ISPT demanded that they be upheld, but all the same Scott thought less of them as perhaps he should have.
They seemed restrictive and pointless. Why discover a planet only to watch it, rather than help its people to advance their technology. Why discover a planet in the midst of a great war during which millions of people would die, when within five minutes you could stop it. In Scott’s mind there was no suitable answer, in his mind it was acceptable, even reasonable to break this rule...
I've made some changes based on your advice. I should be posting the next bit soon. During half-term I should have more time to work on it.
