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2069: First Contact page 5-7 "You got his name becau-" General Russell was interrupted mid-sentence yet again.2069: First Contact page 5-7 by ~WillKaede
"The Newhome Bound is beginning it's entry phase, where it gets lowered down into the acceleration tube that will aid in initial blast-off and propulsion, shooting it out into space." The announcer spoke again. "The final stages will be spoken by Alliance Chancellor Ellen Connors."
"People of the Alliance, I give to you, the Newhome Bound, that will, within minutes, say its final goodbye to this glorious blue globe of ours. I salute each and every one of you aboard that ship, heroes of humanity; the first of many of us who will spread among the universe!" Th
2069: First Contact page 3-4 "A lot of it is classified, sir... but I can tell you some things about the launch system." Talon felt sheepish now.2069: First Contact page 3-4 by ~WillKaede
"Ah, is it true that the Newhome Bound is using a completely new launch system?" Asked a bespectacled man in a suit, who Talon instantly identified as a politician. "You must tell us about it!"
"Yes it is." Talon waited a moment for the many other people in the room to pay attention to him. "The Newhome Bound is not launching from that exact position. Rather, it is going to be lowered deep down until much, if not all of the ship is underground. Utilising seismic force and the power of the atomic combustion engines, the Ne
2069: First Contact "I was there that day, that morning where the light shone red through the clouds in the sky. That fateful morning, when the symbol of our dreams and of humanity's future was lost, fallen to the revelation and realisation of our most hopeful question; our nightmare come to life. I saw first-hand the horror unleashed when death rained from the sky and destroyed the Newhome Bound. I was one of the few survivors who was able to answer the questions asked by the emergency crews. 'What happened', they'd ask me, their own panic overcoming their intended tone of voice. I looked up at my rescuer, my eyes still wide open, and I'd answer, the horrible2069: First Contact by ~WillKaede
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