Frontier
Eternal
(Draft)
1.
Freedom. As Claire
took a brief moment to gaze out at the trillions of stars, she was reminded of her
first space flight as she let her mind wander away. She remembered that it had been scary to her,
and the deeper the ship went, the more she had felt swallowed up by a crushing
abyss. Like a kind of agoraphobia, the
vast emptiness had made it hard for her to function the first few days.
Gazing out at the abyss now, she remembered those
feelings, and she felt a sense of self empathy looking back on them. The void was
crushingly infinite, and the sheer size of the emptiness resisted
comprehension, even after a decade of experience flying.
Her ship at this time, the Young Colt, was already small compared to most interstellar ships,
and against the ocean of stars, it barely seemed to even register as a fleck of
dust or sand. From inside its main
bridge, she continued to take in the vastness, shifting her mind to a different
memory. Her father had once told her
about his experience travelling through Space, and even after several years,
she remembered his words.
“Well Claire, I agree.
It’s pretty scary out there sometimes.
Crossing from one end of the galaxy to the other really made me feel
it. Sometimes, I still can’t wrap my
head around how small we are. I have to
say though, that the best thing about that space is, by far, the freedom it
gives you. Escaping from the politics
and the conflicts and just stepping back away from it all. I feel like it gives you a new perspective on
your problems, almost like a meditation.
You finally get to solve problems the way you want to, not the way some government wants you. You know I hate the lawlessness out here, but
I think this freedom is finally giving us a chance to right some wrongs that we
couldn’t before. Too many selfish abuses
barbaric traditions were protected by red tape back in the Sol Federation. I hope they get their game back together
eventually and start protecting people
again, but until that happens, I think the frontier is a decent alternative”
Coming back to the present, Claire looked across the
abyss one more time. As empty as it was,
the silence and the emptiness were definitely intimidating, but in a way, she
almost felt they were challenging. There
was room out there. It was a Space that
could become all kinds of different things.
There was potential out here.
It was a sad potential, though. As much as she wished the worlds would
change, she knew just from keeping up with news that there was no end to the
violence and chaos in sight. All that
empty space out there, all that potential void, yet she doubted any beings in
this galaxy could ever take advantage of it to create something positive. Perhaps Space would remain a vast, empty
wasteland for eternity, its silence and serenity being the only survivors.
She was snapped out of her meditation when an alarm on a
nearby display screen sharply beeped at her.
Examining it, she realized that the ships scanners had finally picked up
the signals they were looking for. The
peace and serenity would have to wait for later; it was time for a raid.
2.
Running over to the nearby console, Claire began
preparing the ship. It’s interior was
modeled after the cabins of the beautiful sail boats of Earth, with the walls
and floor made of a material convincingly similar to dark maple wood. The electronics were plentiful, and various
holographic displays constantly streamed diagnostics information about their
ship and its location, but were stylized after ancient golden instruments to
compliment the rest of the traditional aesthetics. If it wasn’t for the clutter of papers,
devices, cables, and food leftovers among the tables, one could mistake it for
a luxury ship owned by a billionaire. Claire
chuckled out loud at that thought. The Young Colt was anything but.
Continuing, she moved the ship from its orbit. The local star system was incredibly barren,
with nothing in the way of natural resources, and multiple asteroid belts
rather than planets. The only sign of
human activity was the small space station that had brought the ship all the
way out to the system in the first place.
Coming up on the view screens, Claire took a good look at
the Young Colt’s first target: a Dark Particle Station. Faster than light travel could only be
possible through the use of dark particles to alter and accelerate a ship
beyond what physics would normally allow.
As Dark particles required tremendous amounts of electricity to
generate, many ships were limited as to how many particles they could produce,
and how far they could travel. A
Particle station, however, solved the problem by using a series of massive energy
reactors to not only generate dark particles, but saturate several light years’
worth of space with them. This way, a
small ship could travel faster than light by following a path of dark particle
stations across the galaxy, never having to generate its own. The system worked great.
Unless you hit a station with a strong electromagnetic
pulse. Claire grinned.
“Nothing
personal, guys,” she said out loud to no one, “your station will be up and
running again in fifteen minutes or so.”