Hello! This is my first fic in this site, and while I've been toying around with the idea of writing a story for a while, just recently I decided I could try it out. So there may be mistakes and plot holes and whatnot, reviews are welcomed.
Disclaimer: This story follows closely with Beyond Earth's canon, but the faction is entirely fictional and inspired by a mod. I won't stray too far from canon though. However, even if you don't know the game itself it won't be that much of a problem as this more or less can be read as a stand-alone story.
-Cy
Posted on 10/5/2019
———————————————————————
In the twilight of Earth's great civilisations, we were chosen. Some were selected for their skills; others for their strength; and some, by luck. The great ships were the embodiment of each nation's ingenuity, courage, and faith. And they sent us to the stars in search of a new home. As we raced skyward, we carried aloft the hopes and dreams of those left behind.
Our journey through deep space was long and quiet. Now, we look upon our new world for the first time. On these alien shores, our destiny awaits. A new beginning, for mankind.
-Credited to Kavitan Thakur, quoted from The Life of the Leader
———————————————————————
High Earth Orbit, HMS Steadfast
2273 AD
Wincing as the straps dig into his skin, Samir tried to adjust his body. An engineer noticed and hurried over and helped him do so, and while Samir could barely see his face through the gold-plated visor, Samir knew what he felt.
Fear.
Earth was in desperate condition. And if they did not return by half an aeon, Earth was doomed, 15 billion humans left to survive on a planet whose ecosystem was rapidly collapsing and its atmosphere quickly turning toxic. And this very man's and his descendants could very well be one of the many to suffer.
"You're all good mate, all the best." The engineer floated away, leaving Samir to his thoughts. A few moments later, his cyropod door snapped shut, locking in place.
"Please keep your arms and legs still."
The computer chirped as it slid a tube into his vein. Slowly, Samir's thoughts dissolved to nothing, and the world faded to black.
———————————————————————
HMS Steadfast
High Gliese 581g Orbit
2389 AD
"Thawing completed!"
Samir squinted his eyes at the blue light that was illuminating his pod. The door was wide open, and even after a century of disuse his eyes could make out the blurry image of two people helping him unstrap. Once the last buckle was undone, Samir collapsed to the floor, his legs unable to support his weight.
"Easy, easy." Samir merely grunted, fearing his voice would come out all gravelly. Slowly, he got up, ignoring the searing pain in his legs, his eyes getting used to the lighting. Standing in front of him was the administrator and the Lieutenant commanding the regiment of soldiers on board. "Let's get you up to speed, sir. You know the way?" Samir nodded. "Bridge, isn't it?"
Nodding, the Lieutenant let Samir weave his way through the hallways, bustling with activities as people prepared to go down to the surface. Once he was through the bridge doors, he instantly went to the window.
Nothing prepared him for the sight of a lush green ocean planet, much like Earth except noticeably flatter. When enquired about this one of the onboard scientists chipped in. "This planet is very much younger than Earth, and seems a lot less tectonically active! That means quite a little number of large mountains or canyons, but still a very exciting place." Nodding, Samir turned his gaze to the windows. Already, the first automated shuttles were sending materials and drones down to the surface. Turning around to face the bridge crew, he grinned. "Let's make ourselves a home."