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Chapter 1: Lost In Space
Starship USA, control room- 10:25
Getting ready to establish communication, engines now at 99%
Alfred watched carefully as his crew got in position for the once a year meeting between the Star Ships. The control room was swarming with activity and from his spot on the upper deck; the nation had a perfect view of everything going on the lower deck.
Contact established in: 5 minutes
As the large central screen flashed with different informations on the states of the engines, his two pilots were tipping rapidly on the control board, entering coordinates, data, and reports into the public memory link, staff was running around to verify the alimentation of the ship and the members representing the starship were revising their notes…
Alfred wished they could go faster. He couldn't help but fidget a bit, his fingers itching to do something so things could go faster.
A lot had changed in him since he had fled the planet. Sure, he was still proud to be American, was still loud and still wanted to be at the tip top of technology but all this was still constantly accompanied by a feeling of helplessness. Back on earth, before, he imagined he would always find a solution to everything but TIA 1 had been a slap in the he knew every gesture counted and one mistake could signify the end of everything he had worked hard to keep.
Contact established in 2 minutes.
The American unconsciously straightened up as his representative took their places around the conference table. He only got to see the others once a year and had only 12 hours to talk with them, (most of it being used for work) and he wanted to make the most of it. The Humans had 12 hours for themselves and to allow votes or consensus to take place it was separated into halves. The overall result was 6 hours nation- 6 hours human- 6 hours nation- 6 hours human. They didn't have any extra time, not even one second, the communication would stop automatically.
Contact established in 30 seconds.
Alfred sat down and took a deep breath. He had presentation about alien activity to make and couldn't allow himself to have an emotional breakdown now.
Contact established in 10 seconds.
Still, he wished thing go back as they were…. He missed them so much….
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On Air.
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"Is it really the only solution?"
Blue eyes looked up at worried purple ones. Alfred smiled sadly at his twin as Canada nervously caressed the fresh blueprints of his future starship.
"I wish I could say no"
There was no response, only a sad nod and seeing Mathew, sick Mathew, brave Mathew, his Mathew in such a bad moral state mad Alfred want to curl up in a ball around him and fall asleep. So at least he could pretend it was all a nightmare.
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Starship Canada, control Room- 10:30
This is America, ONLINE
Mathew couldn't help it, couldn't stop the overwhelming wave of relief wash over him as one by one, all the 24 divisions of the screen lit up to familiar faces all alive. Some had changed so much in since earth or last year even, but seeing everyone here and fighting was comforting.
This is Germany (and Prussia!), ONLINE
Canada was a bit guilty to see he cared a lot more for specific nations amongst the survivors, but he couldn't help it. Some of them were family and he didn't want to lose them. America, France, Britain and Prussia were good examples.
This is Britain, ONLINE
Even if England was the only one to appear on the screen, he could still call himself the UK, which was comforting, in a way, since it was one of the only similarities with their lives before.
But Mathew tried to forget how Arthur and Francis had both dragged a screaming Scott to the British ship as Wales lay in the dirt, killed at the last minute when both Irelands were transported unconscious to the safety of the white walls. It was not the only body who was left behind.
The screen next to Britain, thought stayed black, however, and this worried him. France was always one of the first to connect himself being more attached to his family than he should be for it to be healthy and always desperate to see they were fine. The Frenchman had been deeply scared by their separation. When everyone was online and still no sign of the Frenchman, Mathew started to panic. Seeing Britain's confused expression and America's worried frown didn't help, and he started trembling.
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"I'm off then, lapin."
Francis waited on the doorstep for a reply and turned around slightly when none came.
"Try not to die without me on that ship of yours would you?"
The empty house stayed silent. The Frenchman sighed sadly, thinking Arthur was still mad at him about their squable and made to leave, miserable that their last exchange had been a fight. He was about to step outside when two arms wrapped themselves around his torso and brutally pulled him back.
"Try not to get invaded while I'm not here would you? Finding you to rescue you would be a pain in the neck." Murmured a soft voice hidden in his neck.
Francis turned around and hugged him as well, hiding his own face in the man's neck.
"I will do my best, chéri."
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Starship UK, control room-10:35
Arthur tried to calm his breath down as the screen where Frog face was supposed to be stayed black and unresponsive. Whipping around he addressed one of his technicians.
"Send a communication request to starship France, now!"
The man quickly nodded, frightened by the outburst. When Arthur turned back to the screen his fear and his rage jumped up as he saw how pale Mathew had become and how somber Alfred was as he shouted orders to his own team. The lads were very attached to the Frenchman.
The other countries were trying to do something as well and while some were genuinely concerned for Francis, others were just worried for the implications of his disappearance. The Starship France research team was working on a highly important project that would allow to preserve safely their plant and animal sample without risk of losing valuable information and that would allow regrowing those same plants on the new planet. They were also exploring a very interesting sector that could potentially have this famous new earth. Last year, they had managed to reach the absolute zero which had greatly changed the face of research.
5 minutes later there was still no sign of the French star cruiser and Arthur was starting to be desperate. Alan, head of the British representatives, sighed and approached his nation, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"We can't do this much longer" he murmured sadly "We are running low on power"
Arthur was about to tell him to piss off when suddenly there was a beep coming from the screen. Everyone turned to look.
At first, nothing happened and then there was some kind of glitch and spots of colors appeared on the screen. The spots turned into an image and even with the extremely bad quality Arthur recognize Pierre, head of the French representatives, and Marianne, the main pilot. Britain opened his mouth to ask where in gods name where they but he got cut by the woman's panicked voice.
"THIS IS AN SOS CAN ANYBODY READ ME? There is trouble on board, we….. I repeat, we…. Date is December 15…. December 15…. In need of assistance…. Coordinates 156737/ 7438… of the French research sector…. This in an emergency!"
Yes I like cliffhangers, sorry you're going to have a lot of them
Constructive critism is gladly taken, and I hope you enjoyed/will enjoy!
