I have always dreamt of freedom, envisioning a life void of the discrepancies of life, and clutching always to my dream where I am truly free, wishing them into reality, and I got one, a twisted definition of freedom and I am loving it.
Let me see. Okay, I am going to narrate my adventure, well its sounds like one this way.
My name is Emily Crest, and I am among the crew of the Spaceship, The Last Voyage. We are responsible for discovering new routes in the galaxy, mapping out the Universe to be exact. Seventeen months faded since we left home, charting and coursing our journey towards a new mission, the charting of sector seven, one with a vague resemblance to our solar system. On the first day of the eighteenth month, my story begins.
‘What just happened?’ the commander asked as he made entry into the control room.
‘Sir, we just made a collision with the phantom debris,’ an answer surfaced.
Ever since the destruction of our earth by an unknown force, money and time have been spent studying the phantom debris which from studies, are debris of large planets travelling at high speeds throughout space, but this one was faster than others, as we couldn’t even get a reading before its impact.
‘Sir,’ another voice called up.
‘Yes.’
‘We have lost engines one, three, four, five, seven, and eight and we are slowly being swallowed by that wormhole,’ the voice continued, as the commander watched at the impending danger.
‘Commander, we have a breach at level four,’ another voice resounded through the intercom.
‘Commander, two-thirds of the ship has experienced power failure,’ another voice came up.
‘Commander, Commander,’ the voices kept pouring in and in.
‘Can anyone, someone give me something other than our impending deaths?’ the Commander roared.
‘Sir,’ I raised my hand.
‘Yes.’
‘Sir, we are falling along a trajectory and from my calculations, we can use the two remaining engines to sling shot ourselves from the hungry wormhole.’
‘How?’ the commander asked.
‘Sir, from the reports, our cannons have not failed, and for some reason, are linked to the backup generators that supports engines two and six.’
‘Your point?’
‘Sir, revving the engines to full power, we can change the course by firing the cannons to the left, edging the ship slowly to the right, while the engines augments those movements, and . . . .’
‘And what?’ the commander roared.
‘And we only have a five-minute window and counting down to do so, or all will be lost.’
‘You heard him. Get to your posts,’ the commander yelled.
‘How are you doing?’ the commander asked over a mic that stood on the commander’s deck.
‘Sir, the engines are at fifty percent and climbing,’ the voice in response.
‘Chalya, how are the cannons prepping up?’
‘Sir, we are a go, waiting your orders sir,’ came the feminine voice from the front of the control room.
‘How are you doing?’ the commander asked again.
‘Sir, we at full power.’
‘We are a go,’ the commander shouted, and in that instant, the cannons went wild.
‘How are we doing?’ the commander asked of me.
‘Sir, we have moved five hundred meters since the last three minutes. We have one-minute left, and fifteen hundred meters to be shy away from danger.’
‘You heard him keep firing,’ the commander yelled as usual, and in a minute, we made it, as we were drifting into an unknown solar system, one not yet charted by the Great Allied Federation.
‘Sir,’ a voice came alive from the intercom. ‘We have twenty minutes to abandon ship. The engines is overheating and falling apart.’
‘Leng, find us a habitable planet and relay a distress message, and Awe, prep the escape pods, we are abandoning ship,’ the commander gave his last command.
One by one, each pod drifted out of the mother ship, each carrying ten leaving only me and Krespo, a robot to take the last pod.
In less than three minutes, the mother ship exploded, with a force that derailed me off-course.
‘Krespo, what is that warning I hear.’
‘Sir, the navigation system is broken.’
‘Options?’
‘Sir, its beyond recovery.’
Embracing my fate, I navigated my pod for about an hour not having the slightest idea to where I was going, till after the third hour, when we caught a glimpse of some planets, a solar system.
‘Krespo, project us to the nearest planet with life possibility.’
‘Yes sir.’
Pressing buttons, we were teleported into the atmosphere of a planet, much like earth to my surprise, with its resemblance along the lines of geographical identities, vegetation, and general terrain.
In less than two minutes, we made a touchdown in a green field, lush green in its expanse.
‘Sir, the atmosphere is twenty-one percent different that earths.
‘Meaning?’
‘You can breathe freely, as oxygen takes seventy-eight percent of the composition.’
Before my exploration began, I was being explored, as waiting outside my pod was a group of natives, many of them, human to be vague in description, but were for some reason short, not dwarves though, but were standing about twelve hundred centimeters tall.
‘Sir, the gravity on this planet is sixty-seven percent less than the earths and the genetic aging process of all life forms is rapid.’
‘Meaning?’ I asked yet again.
‘You will possess speed far greater than theirs, and a year to you is a thousand to them. And one more thig, the release radio waves from their brains, large amount of them.’
‘Meaning?’
‘With the right calibration of my software, I will be able to not only interpret but read their minds.’
‘Sweet,’ was all I could say, as I moved into the crowd.
After a week, I became their ruler due to my exception genetic variations, and after seven years, I caught sight of a rescue ship flying past in the skies.
‘Sir, will you be leaving?’ Krespo asked me.
‘I love my freedom here,’ I replied.