#Space Story

[tothesolarium]

MONARCH - III-v5CE Redesign

“He does not fit the perimeters for The Project, but shows a clear skill in combat. I offer to take him off your hands, he’ll be my guard and be stationed at the research facilities. In case the chance a rat manages to make its way in our secrets. In this we won’t have to waste an energy resources in recycling his parts. ” - Manager P

[amethystsoda]

miku + grandpa 🧡🩵

[drphonestre]

Sentinel-X

Unraveling story...

Well what a mess, it is all about the Sentinel-X spaceship and its crew !

Unfortunately, it has been devastated by foreign creatures, and an extraterrestrial plague, leaving only Dr. White and BLVK as survivors.

[fallingskiesandrisingseas]

More "humans are space orks" posts.

Humans have the widest range of emotion from anyone in the solar system, and are considered insanely volatile.

When aliens study Humans™ , they are bewildered by the range of emotions humans can go through in hours or even minutes. They study both our warrior culture and our musea, incapable of understanding how a species could wage war against each other so often also sent money to foreign lands to help those who were suffering, even though they were not kin.

But mostly the mundane reactions of family, friends and strangers.

"John, we thought you liked this blood-related person. Yet you appear to be very angry. "

"Listen, Xax, Peter is my brother and I would die before letting anyone hurt him, but this is the SECOND TIME THIS WEEK HE'S USED AND LOST MY FAVORITE PAIR OF SHOES, so he needs to FIND THEM before I SEND HIM TO HEAVEN MYSELF."

"....Interesting...."

Aliens also completely misunderstand sarcasm. The fact Humans are such a verbal species already makes them anxious, and they don't understand why they would use the wealth of theie various tongues and dialects to convey anything but the truth. Especially species that communicate by scent or sight, or have other forms of communication, are baffled. And even in the species with spoken words, those most proficient in Human Languages have a hard time understanding Sarcasm.

"You appear to be angry, John. "

"NOT at ALL, Xax. "

"But you exhibit all signs of anger. Flared nostrils, raised heartbeat, sweating, tensed muscle. Might it have anything to do with Peter... " -the alien looked down into his book, the concept of private propert foreign to his people- "stealing your shoes?"

"I totally don't mind him borrowing my shoes for the THIRD TIME, without asking"

"Strange..."

They do not understand irritation well, the large impact others have on the mood of Humans, or how they are able to form strong communities with those once considered enemies, how Humans™ can lose friends just as easily as making them.

But what most amazes them is the absolute insane strenght these beings possesed when threatened, no matter how soft they look.

Once, deep in a foreign solar system, the ship was hijacked. Xax, the captain, the first officer and the rest of had been detained by Kroxons, beings of over 9 foot with the durability of a tank.

Xax was already preparing himself mentally to be sold off into slavery, working his life away on a space plantation millions of light years from home, when he noticed John was missing.

Peter was standing right next to him, his arm shattered when he was grabbed by a Kroxon. They were laughing at him, not even bothering to chain him. These soft humans, small and weak, were no threat to them. Look at that, the break was already killing him due to sepsis

Until John showed up and started slaughtering them. John, who was considered the best baby nurse on board. John, with his sweet singing voice. John, who had just recently spilled moisture over a moving picture, something Xax was unable to understand. John, who required food and drink every few hours, thirst just as easily killing him as a bullet.

John, who fought like something out of a nightmare now, paint under his eyes, carrying a laser that should be too heavy for him.

After the third Kroxon fell down, felled by a beam through the eye, the remaining pirates fled. John, covered in blood and exhausted, came out of the shadows and hugged his brother long and hard before freeing Xax.

"Many thanks, human. We owe you a life long debt. "

John waved, already indifferent, already elsewhere.

"Whatever, man. You would've done the same for me.

From that day forward, Xax's people revered humans. And they treated them with the upmost respect, for warriors capable of holding the sword and the sceptre in equal regard deserved nothing but that.

Besides, you didn't want to piss of a species that can go from peace to war in a week flat. Not with the way they fight.

[lovestaruniverseblog]

El fantasma que viajó por el universo / The ghost that travelled the universe

Todo el mundo tiene sueños y metas, a veces se cumplen y a veces no. Mi meta en la vida es ser astronauta y mi sueño es viajar y explorar todo el universo.

Cuando estaba a punto de cumplir mi sueño, algo pasó, algo salió mal.

La nave comenzó a incendiarse, toda la tripulación pudo escapar y salir con vida. Pero yo no; me quede atrapado en una de las habitaciones y cuando logré escapar ya era demasiado tarde.

Todo estaba en llamas, solo alcancé en ponerme el traje y fui succionando por el especio, mediante el proceso mi casco se rompió y algunas de mis extremidades se quebraron.

Luego solo hubo oscuridad, sé que estoy muerto, no estoy seguro de cuánto tiempo estaré aquí, flotando en medio del espacio.

Parece que el cielo y el infierno nunca han existido. Me siento una extraña combinación de alivio y decepción.

Salvo que hasta ahora veo una luz, creo que me equivoque, solo espero que Dios no me castigue por haber dudado de El.

Seguí la luz y ahora veo estrellas. ¿Podría ser que este es el cielo? ¡¿Qué es eso de abajo?! ¡Es mi cuerpo! ¡Soy un fantasma!

✿-English version -✿

Everyone has dreams and objectives, sometimes they come true and sometimes they don't. My objectives in life is to be an astronaut and my dream is to travel and explore the entire universe

When I was about to fulfill my dream, something happened, something went wrong.

The spacecraft began to catch fire, the entire crew was able to escape and get out alive. But not me; I was trapped in one of the rooms and by the time I managed to escape it was already too late.

Everything was on fire, I only managed to put on the suit and was sucked through the space, through the process my helmet broke and some of my limbs were broken.

Then there was only darkness, I know I'm dead, I'm not sure how long I'll be here, floating in the middle of space.

It seems that heaven and hell have never existed. I feel a strange combination of relief and disappointment.

Except that until now I see a light, I think I was wrong, I just hope that God does not punish me for having doubted Him.

I followed the light and now I see stars. Could it be that this is heaven? What's that downstairs?! It's my body! I’m a ghost!

[witchyclipse]

Past lives couldn’t ever come between us

Based off this dream I had a year or so ago, if you’d like to read it you can check the link or go to my writing account @novawitchy ! Its my first time posting my writing on here so please be kind 🫶 again writing is not my main thing but i tried!

[sky10]

You're right

am I right

Well...

Things, Peoples, Situations

It's all 🌌

🔀or🔁or♾️

Anyways my future self will do anything about it🧏🏻 why worry now when problem is not even front me.

Hahaha

Silly me🙂‍↕️

[iwanttogointospace]

As a boy my mom picked up the Tom Corbett, Space Cadet books by Carey Rockwell for me at garage sales. They were about a boy learning to become a space ranger. The first in the series was Stand by for Mars! (1952) I loved the adventure and suspense, they were much more interesting than hardy boys at the time . As I got older, I realized they were loosely based on Robert Heinlein’s Space Cadet, a 1948 science fiction novel by Robert A. Heinlein about Matt Dodson, who joins the Interplanetary Patrol to help preserve peace in the Solar System. The story translates the standard military academy story into outer space: a boy from Iowa goes to officer school, sees action and adventure, shoulders responsibilities far beyond his experience

As a boy who watched the first human to walk on the surface of the moon, I somehow thought I might have a chance for adventure in space, unfortunately, the opportunity has not risen, however, I still have the great memories and, these books.

[nikproxima]

MTV initial study, done by Marshall Space Flight Center, by Max

Revised conceptual study for MTV, circa 1982 design freeze, by Max

MTV Minerva being serviced prior to departure on an Olympus mission, as well as OV-106 Intrepid, by Jay

The Olympus Mars Transfer Vehicle was something of a miracle of science and engineering, and showcased some of the greatest cooperation for the entire program as a whole. As important as landing on the surface of Mars is, getting to Mars is a whole different half of the equation, and ensuring that the right equipment would do the job was part of the uphill battle for the program. In the beginning of the design process, it was unclear whether or not the architecture would be chemical, nuclear, or some sort of strange combination of the two. Highly experimental solar electric or even nuclear electric proposals had been thrown around, but it was unclear whether those would be ready in time for the projected late 1990s landing date. Initially, things were dire, as the Olympus Partners stared down the failures of General Atomics to produce a working Valkyrie engine, the key to a reusable nuclear architecture. Ultimately, Lockheed and Naval Reactors would succeed in flying their demonstrator, Way-Seeker, and secure the contract to produce the propulsion section. Boeing would lead the work on Habitat design, a radical new concept for inflatable modules that would enable much greater volume on a single launch. This inflatable habitat would be augmented by a Utility Node, also built by Boeing, and would contain the life support, air lock, and docking systems that would be utilized by ships visiting the MTV. Two Multi Purpose Mission Modules, built by Thales Aerospace, would join the MTV before a mission was due to depart, enabling greater habitable volume and delivering mission specific equipment for the intended landing site. The final component, the Earth Return Lifeboat, would ensure the safety of the crew if something were to go wrong. This capsule would be a large, Apollo CM derived vehicle built by Lockheed and Messerschmitt-Bölkow-Blohm (later Airbus), and could seat a crew of 8. 

The MTVs of the Olympus Fleet, Minerva, Prometheus, Hera and Selene, would do their duty well. Each would lead the way in pioneering new triumphs and bring comfort to the crew in times of hardship. They would shelter them from storms, and bring their crews home every time. Even during the disaster of Olympus 9, where all hope seemed lost, Hera gave her all to ensure that her crew would get home safely, sacrificing herself into the inky void of space to throw her passengers home. Towards the end of their usable lives, Minerva, Prometheus and Selene would see continued use supporting Destiny, shuttling cargo landers and crew to and from the lunar surface as infrastructure quickly spread. For the crew of Foundation, the outpost in Noctis, a fleet of new MTVs would emerge, chemical-electric, nuclear and even chemical "cargo sleds" that would push great volumes of equipment. The Americans would lead the charge with their radical Chem-NEP design, the Armstrong class. These would be fully reusable, and leverage design work being done since the start of the program. Japan and Canada would contribute heavily to the Armstrong Class, with logistics modules and robotic arms as their main gifts. Europe's largest contribution would be the Euro-Russian Copernicus Class, a nuclear thermal system based on work done by the Americans in the early days of Olympus. These would be smaller in crew complement but much larger in cargo volume, delivering great aeroshells to the surface. China would also deliver new vehicles, the fully solar-electric Tianzhou class, based on their earlier endeavors in asteroid exploration. These were strictly for cargo, and ensured that Chinese Taikonauts had seats onboard American or European MTVs. This fleet of MTVs would enable a continuous human presence on Mars in the low hundreds throughout the middle of the 21st century.

[kingsketchdoodle]

Hello!!!

Something that not a lot of people know is that I created a comic in 2020 for college!! (I’m currently writing up 2 more in my free time)

I’ve started posting it on Webtoons!! It’s called ‘Love you to the moon and back’ so if anyone’s interested in reading it it’ll be under King_Doodle (it’s being updated every two days as I try and recover the old files)😊🚀♥️

I know I posted the entire thing here but the webtoons one is different and a bit more updated!! So if anyone wants to check it out I’d really appreciate it!!

[tothesolarium]

Oh! Btw! The full day in the life comic of everyone on the crew is out on patreon! This has taken a few months to fully illustrate

I’ll post the whole thing for everyone later but it’s- it’s a goodie

You wanna see their full glory and support their adventures. Wanna see this crew fuck over mech manufactures (+figure out the secret Very Ethical metal recipe the corp uses) and meet very normal planets that aren’t alive and twitching with rage mhm mhm

[amethystsoda]

Shutting Down by SacriStuff // Goodbye to a World by Porter Robinson // Minecraft end poem

[axarmae]

Lore Dump #1: Kimora

CW: Mentions of forced sterilization, and mentions of death due to the government not caring

Kimora is a planet that is divided into two sections; there is the upper section called the "Bubble" where the rich live and the lower section which is the mines and slums. The air quality on the planet is horrible because of the mines and processing plants all over the planet. The planet itself is unstable because of all the mining that goes on deep into the planet's crust.

The Bubble

The nobles of the bubble profit off of the mines by selling rare purple gems (name in the works) to the Empire which covets said gems

The gems were mined by exploiting the poor people of the lower section

The nobles wear bubble-like helmets over their heads to keep the purple smog out of their lungs, so they do not get purple lung (think black lung because of coal, but instead it is purple because of all the dust that gets kicked up because of the mines and planet quakes)

The nobles live lavish lifestyles without a care in the world

The Mines

Almost everyone either works in the mines or factories

Working in the mines is more dangerous, however, it pays better and is less competitive than getting a job in the factories

People spend hours in the tunnels which are barely tall enough for the average adult human to stand in

The Slums

After the destruction of Earth, Kimora was flooded with countless refugees

Most refugees were handed over to the Empire; the rest were forced to keep their heads down

The slums are overcrowded; disease and purple lung run rampant

The lower sections of Kimora have one of the largest variety of species, which leads to a lot of inter-species breeding. Kimora has a pretty bad overpopulation issue in the lower section. This led the noble governing body to decide to sterilize large groups of species (really it is because they did not want to have to care for their citizens---for control). Because of all the inter-species breeding some of their offspring ended up being infertile anyways.

The death rates on Kimora are high. High infant mortality. High maternity mortality. High worker mortality. People die every day due to not being able to feed themselves, poor working conditions, etc. Purple lung is a major factor. While working in the mines it is recommended for people to wear ventilators. The issue with the ventilators is that they slow you down while you work. Which leads to a lower yield, which means less money to feed you and your family. So some people decide to forgo the ventilators which has a heightened risk of developing purple lung.

[novawitchy]

Past Lives

This is a story(ish?) Based off of a dream I had a year ago. Im not the greatest writer but I really wanted to post this! Please go check out my post on @witchyclispe for the drawing and a small speedpaint!

You've heard of loves that are meant to be,but maybe in another universe. "I wish we had more time" "i will find you in the next life"

Atticus Selene, a man in the space program, happily married the love of his life Dottie, a sweet and gentle woman. . He adored her to pieces, having been in love with her since they met in college. She stood on a bench on the college campus, painting on a canvas. Curiously he stopped to talk with her. "Seems a bit high up there?" She looked at him with the most beautiful set of eyes he had ever seen. A bright smile captured on her face, her nose scrunched and smile lines clear upon her cheeks. "Nope! This is the perfect picture. Wanna see?"

And boy was he hooked on her. He found her doing that every day. Always coming to see her painting, being greeted by those glowing eyes and full faced smile.

The rest was history. They dated for 5 years, bought a home together, then eventually got married. Now they're hoping to grow their family, fill the empty corners of their home with kids of their own. The man had always loved space, similar to his wife. When he became an astronaut for NASA they were so ecstatic. He travelled the stars on many mission's, helping earths space programs with his discoveries, going farther and farther than any human had before.

Or so he believed.

This mission would be his last, he was sent to go to the outer edges of our solar system. Fly around pluto, and come back. Well a bit of a snag on the way turning around, he got caught in a tear in the reality of space, being ripped from his ship and inside the tear.

He woke up in an empty space, still in his flight suit. There was a wall in front of him, it glowed many different colors almost looking like a field of different cotton candy clouds. A enormous being, completely void of colors came out from inside the colors. Suddenly they only glowed a soft blue, the beings long hair draping over its face and outside the clouds, floating around the human.

"Am… I dead?. " Atticus asked, the being shook its head no. "Where am I?"

What sounded like a thousand different voices spoke all at once from the being "The light between infinity, Atticus"

The being explained themself to be a keeper, or guard of reality, not just one, but all reality. "Please, send me back home. I need to get back to my wife." The man spoke begging the being.

"I am only the keeper, I know not which universe you truly reside in. But, i can send you to the reality of your choosing. You must decide for yourself, which is your true home."

The man always kept a picture of his wife with him, back when they were young and their love had first been sewn into the fabric of time. "My true home is with her" he held the picture of his wife in his hands, showing it to the being. A tendril of hair brought the picture to their face. "My… I see. I will open the realities in which she resides." The being sounded quite sad, a hint of loneliness behind it all.

Tears appeared all around the floating astronaut. He peered into each one.

"I warn you, you might not like what you find in these worlds. Each reality you choose that is not yours will leave a mark on your soul i fear"

"As long as I'm with her, I don't care."

The rest of the story is his travels throughout these different universes. He feels her death in each and every one. Whether she is murdered, dies of disease, an accident, or even old age. He experiences it all. Never changing.

Still he hopes to see his love, those beautiful eyes and kind smile. He misses her. Soon minutes turn to days, days to years and years to centuries. Until the being gives him one final door. Excitedly he thinks this will be his universe at last.

He rips through the universe back to earth. Its his universe, though when he returned to his home, it had been that long. Centuries, his love long passed. It turns out her art had become huge in this future of his home. He goes to the city they lived in, its been turned into a memorial of her. Greeted by a wonderful mural of her, those same glowing eyes, that same perfect full faced smile.

It turns out with the rest of her life, she indeed filled the silent corners of their home. She opened an orphanage and school, teaching children art, science, space. She was a legend, a force for goodness and gentleness he always knew she was. At this time he heads to an exhibit with her works, and the final painting she had ever created in her life, was of him on the last day they spent together. It was a picture she had taken of him, he was smiling in his flight suit, wearing a pair of cloud shaped sunglasses , the clouds behind him all different colors and glowing bright in the picture.

He fell to his knees breaking down in tears, the tears seemed to float around him, as his body slowly started to turn void of color, the years catching up in seconds, he vanished

Back in the light between infinity. He woke up to look at himself, he was much larger, his hair long. No colors he could see. He was the keeper, doomed to be here for all infinity.

Finally the doorway to the clouds was open to him, as if it was a final tear for him to look through. He walked along the clouds for what seemed like ages, until he saw a familiar sight. A woman, standing, more like floating above the ground, painting clouds along the tear of the universe.

He ran and ran as fast as he could, soon his form started changing back, smaller, his colors came back, his hair the same length as before until he finally yelled "Dottie!" Jumping into the air to hold her.

She smiled, the one he had truly been looking for this entire time. "I told you my light, you will always find me in another life."

It ends with them turning into the light that glows in this tear, and slowly zooms out to the door, actually being a tear that completely heals itself. Healing the wound in reality.

[pandora-dark-shorts]

Hehyxade

The Equinox: Part One

The Burns-Shawyer Drive let out its static discharge as we came out of lightspeed, and I gazed in awe at the Equinox Station. The massive ring, adorned with an expansive center line extending in both directions, made my jaw drop. The enormous hub at the center was our destination, its metallic structure gleaming in the soft glow of the planet below.

As I guided my Marauder class starship closer, I marveled at how large it actually was. It was the biggest The Coalition had built so far. The station's circular expanse symbolized unity, while the extending lines hinted at the connections reaching far into the cosmos. But I realized it was as deadly as it was beautiful when i noticed the rather large rail cannons and lasers tracking me as I went to dock on the closest arm. Wouldn't stand a chance against those things in our current configuration. It's a good thing that they are on our side.

I followed the runway inside and was greeted with a voice over comms telling me to take chamber 3 since it was one of the only airlocks designed to take a ship of this size. What do you know, my lucky number. I brought the behemoth of a ship to the airlock and eased it over to seal the door. The magnetic arms reached out from the station and locked the ship in place. The pressure hose disconnected from my suit, and I got up from the form fitting chair. I hastily got out of my suit and stepped out of the cockpit. My Executive Officer, Terri, met me at the door, and I could hear our crew stampeding down the corridor.

"Whats on the agenda today, Boss", she asked as she hit the pressure regulator on the hatch. "Any chance we will be here long enough I can get some sleep in a bed not made of stale ramen?" She smiled at me. The beds were pretty shit for such an expensive piece of equipment. But I needed firepower and longevity for what we did. And apparently the trade off was beds 'made of stale ramen'. I could look at having them replaced while we were here. I planned an extended downtime for the crew so Terri and I could research our next target.

"We have a week and a half here," I replied, "we have some planning to do if we are going to hit that shipyard for Johnnie." At that moment, the rest of the crew round the corner, and Parker had heard the news.

"No way, Cap," he said excitement in his voice. "More than 2 days rest before we head back out? I shart believe it. Or shat believe it? Shin't?"

"Shan't, dumbass," said Mel, our ships weapons officer. "I shan't believe it."

"Hey," he replied, feigning hurt, "Just cause i don't have one of those fancy smancy edumactions like you do doesn't mean i ain't gots smarts like you do." Everyone laughed at his poor attempt to sound like one of those old Earth holodecks, failing miserably.

I wiped a tear from my eye as the commotion tamed. "We have a lot to plan if we are going to take the Pendus Station back from those shithead Turians. The Coalition Admiral said if we can take it back, it's ours. They were decommissioning it next year anyway. He said we could use a base of operations of our own, and this station has more than enough bays for all of our ships, including two double bays more than large enough to hold Kronos. " Everyones eyes opened wide at that. "We have planning to do, but you guys have more than earned your share of rest. And I want to have the beds; and the couches and chairs in the lounge replace. It's like sleeping on stale ramen. "

Terri side-eyed me, "It would be nice to sleep in a bunk that's a little more soft. I, for one, like my ramen unstale and soft."

"I heard they have over 100 different flavors of ramen here, actually," I said. That caught Terri's attention. She lived on ramen noodles with various meats and vegetables mixed in.

"Like really 100," she turned into a child. "Like not 100 different variations of beef and chicken but the curry and chili, too"?

I couldn't help but laugh. "I hear its 100 different flavors. May or may not include things like turkey, pork, and shrimp. Lobster." Terri slammed her hand against the airlock door button and was moving out the door before it had opened halfway. She tore down the station corridor at a brisk walk.

"She has no idea where she's going, does she?" Mary asked. Mary is our ship's doctor. She recently replaced her grandmother, who just retired 5 months ago. She insisted her 'Grandbaby take over and make sure we keep the best there is looking over us'. She wasn't wrong. Mary was exceptional. Fit right in.

"She has no idea where she is going," i confirmed, "but that nose of hers will find it, or she will take hostages till they bring the store to her."

"I can still feel my arm dislocating from the socket after I ate her last cherry fruit cup," Parker said. "I was your first victim, Mary."

"You were not a victim," she replied, laughing, "you deserved that."

At that, everyone started walking out the airlock and into the bustling station corridor. A man in a blue uniform came over,he had a ship technician emblem on his shirt.

"Received a request for a look-over here," he said. "Says you need an arms tech as well, but I'm waiting on mine to get back from lunch in a few. I can do the look-over first, though."

I glanced at the crew as they made their way into the station. "Yeah, I'm going to need everything on the list in the datapad by the airlock door done over the next 10 days. The ammo list is there too. " I reached into my vest pocket and pulled out one of my chips, handing it to him.

"Damn," he exclaimed, "a Centauri Chip. I haven't seen one of these in real life before. What the hell do you do? Or who do you work for?" Centauri Chips were chips you could apply for if you or your business had an income of at least 10 million credits a cycle. And they are great for washing chips you find on people who dont need them anymore.

"I work for myself," I laughed. "I'm a contractor for The Coalition. We do the stuff they don't want to. Or can't. And it pays well.

"Well shit, if you are ever looking for a maintenance tech, you know where to find me. The pay is crap here. "

"I'll keep that in mind, Bud," I said and walked off to find my XO. Hopefully, she didn't have some poor guys arm wrenched behind his back, leading her to the Ramen shop.

#pandoradark #connecticut #writing #writinginspiration #writeig #shortstories #inspo