Part one
You know those stories everyone always told about post-apocalyptic earth? Yeah, the ones with the zombies, or the nuclear war, that decimated everything on earth to abandoned buildings and rubble. Following the lives of survivors that were lucky enough to make it out of such a catastrophe and their struggle to live in a world so harsh, so unforgiving, so... unrecognizable from what it once was. It was cute to think about what we would do if we were in such a situation and had to deal with those hardships. Always thinking about how we would be able to make it through; Thinking about the perfect way to survive in a world so cold. Well, the reality was that no one was prepared for the catastrophe that really came. The catastrophe that wiped out everything. The super powers at the time funded a project to harness the energy, the power, of the sun. Not just solar power, but directly harnessing its energy. This would have put a stop to the worries of power consumption. Imagine that.
******** A small transport ship drifted through space on course, the passengers sleeping soundly in their cryopods. Sleep made long trips short, cryopods made long trips easy. Twenty-Three Passengers waited patiently in their slumber to meet with the rest of their tribe. They wouldn't have had to orchestrate this whole trip, but people had to stay behind to finish dismantling what was left of their home and it was time, and energy efficient to split the tribe up for this task. It was risky, but with brave engineers volunteering for the job it was agreed as the best course of action. The plan was to have a group of Forty-Five personnel stay behind and handle dismantling the rest of what they could salvage and properly handle any hazardous material that could still be transported. While the group did this the rest of the tribe would go ahead searching for a new home, leaving behind checkpoint markers and traveling along a designated course. There were many things that could go wrong with this plan: Resources for the Forty-Five could run out, The computer could malfunction and deviate one of the transports ships, they could get attacked by privateers, and the list goes on. And with as many contingencies that were made it was still going to be a dangerous task. Albert Clarke was part of the N.T. Blossom II, The second Nomad Transport ship that was assigned to the Forty-Five. His dreams in cryo-sleep made him restless, images of what had happened during the solar event flashed through his mind; Nerve shattering images that can't ever be forgotten. Just as his dreams were fading into something else, something happy, he heard a rumble.
