FloweryDream
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Sifneos lurked on the horizon of the ship, encompassing the entirety of each screen throughout the vessel. It was a strange planet, of a fair size though with very concentrated civilization centers. The planet, from orbit, seemed a strange white, grand blue ocean broken up by massive continents of gray and white in a mixture of pearlescent flora that coated the planet and treacherous mountains that spoke of overactive tectonic plates. It was beautiful, in its strange and bizarre manner. Quite habitable, if only a little cold, it was obvious why it among others in the system was inhabited the way it was.
The ship barreled towards it at an unfathomable speed.
It was a comfortable ship, all things considered. Shaped vaguely like a tuning fork, a long and wide body stretched along and served as the primary compartment with two prongs of the slightly wider set engine and power compartments had seemingly been moved horizontally, leaving a gap in the middle. The back of the prongs ended with large engines, though a multitude of smaller propulsion jets lingered on the underside of the vessel, with the clear implication of idling in stable positions in less than ideal conditions.
The large, primary compartment consisted of everything the crew needed. A well-stocked though somewhat cramped lab, decent sleeping quarters, a common area, kitchen, gear storage, and then the cargo bay that also served as the boarding ramp off of the vessel. Each room was stocked with panels that perfectly would emulate whatever image was needed, whether it was, as currently, the view from the front of the ship, or organic daylight, or simply dim and peaceful lights running across the halls for those who needed to make nightly trips into the bowels of the ship.
The ship was quite obviously designed to be lived in, situation aside. It was somewhere where the crew could find peace and comfort in unless whatever it is they found followed them back in. It seemed almost too good for what had to be done. Too much food, too many supplies, too much comfort.
Even the synthetic consciousness that ran within the ship seemed far too equipped.
"Attention.” The female, vocoded voice declared after a short announcement klaxon. "Please report to the cargo bay for an emergency brief.”
The ship barreled towards it at an unfathomable speed.
It was a comfortable ship, all things considered. Shaped vaguely like a tuning fork, a long and wide body stretched along and served as the primary compartment with two prongs of the slightly wider set engine and power compartments had seemingly been moved horizontally, leaving a gap in the middle. The back of the prongs ended with large engines, though a multitude of smaller propulsion jets lingered on the underside of the vessel, with the clear implication of idling in stable positions in less than ideal conditions.
The large, primary compartment consisted of everything the crew needed. A well-stocked though somewhat cramped lab, decent sleeping quarters, a common area, kitchen, gear storage, and then the cargo bay that also served as the boarding ramp off of the vessel. Each room was stocked with panels that perfectly would emulate whatever image was needed, whether it was, as currently, the view from the front of the ship, or organic daylight, or simply dim and peaceful lights running across the halls for those who needed to make nightly trips into the bowels of the ship.
The ship was quite obviously designed to be lived in, situation aside. It was somewhere where the crew could find peace and comfort in unless whatever it is they found followed them back in. It seemed almost too good for what had to be done. Too much food, too many supplies, too much comfort.
Even the synthetic consciousness that ran within the ship seemed far too equipped.
"Attention.” The female, vocoded voice declared after a short announcement klaxon. "Please report to the cargo bay for an emergency brief.”