Hello everyone. Yeah, I know. What happened to the whole 'it wouldn't be 6 months' shit. Well to put it bluntly, It's been… rough to say the least. Between the death of multiple family members, studying, school, and family shit it hasn't been doing a whole lot of progressing. And believe me, I feel like shit holding you guys without a chapter. And now school's about to start up again and well, to put it short I can't continue the story anymore. I know, i'm a piece of shit. But I can't reliably tell you that I can finish this.
This story was supposed to be my redeemer story, to make up for all of my past bad ones. Instead, I've not only let all of my audience down but myself as well as a writer. I know I probably won't ever get such a high rated story ever out again, and I can understand people's unwillingness to trust in what I write anymore.
Honestly, I had so much planned for this. Yet it turned out to be another huge failure. Go figure. Well, I suppose it was a good run while it lasted. All of my earlier chapters were rewritten. I began writing this when I was around 12 yo. To say I've come far as a writer is an understatement.
To all of you who wanted another chapter, I have the remains of half of the next chapter below.
"I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination"
-Jimmy Dean
2130 September 24th 1::30 PM Earth Time
DPS Unity in dock with classified facility orbiting Outpost Bismark, Alliance Space
Nisky stepped into the elevator and punched in the number that would take him directly to his new ship. looking through the glass window of the elevator as it took him up to the ship, he could see engineers and workers making the final preparations to the ship. The 12 cm thick glass is a composite of four laminated panes consisting of a thin exterior debris pane that protects it from micrometeorites, two internal pressure panes, and an interior scratch paint to absorb accidental marking from inside. In other words, the sort of glass commonplace around Alliance space.
The elevator's doors retracted with a small ding. The 'new ship smell' was apparent as Nisky stepped through and onto the ship. Looking around, he could see crew milling about, his captain's outfit earning him a nod and a 'sir' from the crew. A holographic image of a male Human in standard Alliance dress clothes appeared next to him.
"Greetings, my name is Newton II, the resident AI of the DPS Unity. I take it you are captain Nisky Phoenix?" The AI said neutrally, staring at Nisky.
"That would be correct." Nisky said, shifting on his feet to face the AI directly. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Newton." Nisky dipped his head.
"Permission to speak freely sir?" Newton II asked. "Permission granted, Newton II." Nisky said. Newton II smiled. "Please, Newton is fine." The hologram formed a small smile. "It's an honor to finally meet the captain I will be serving sir." The hologram gave a small bow.
"Likewise." Nisky said neutrally. "Would you like a report on how the crew is doing?" Newton asked. Nisky nodded, hands behind his back as he started to walk down the corridor. The hologram followed Nisky down, sticking to the walls which emitted a soft glow to project the hologram forth.
"You'll be glad to know that the crew is learning quickly, their taking to the ship well. We had a little trouble in the engineering department-" Nisky raised a brow. "And what would this trouble be?" He asked, frowning. "Glitch in the system sir. Unexpected but we were able to fix the problem" Newton said. Nisky's frown deepened.
"A glitch?" Nisky asked. "Isn't this the most advanced ship in the galaxy?" He questioned. Newton's holographic head nodded. "Yes sir. But much of this technology is new and just being released from the labs to be used in the field." Newton said. Nisky sighed. "In any case, I want the ship to be ready in the hour. We're doing a training drill." Nisky grunted.
"I was previously informed." Newton replied. Nisky nodded. "Good." He said. They arrived at a set of double doors that opened automatically. Inside, was the bridge. It looked incredibly advanced, nothing like the standard Alliance ships Nisky had grown accustomed too. It had a sleek, trimmed look, monitors and people at those monitors typing away on holographic keyboards.
The walkway led to the front of the ship with a Vid screen showing the surrounding space. The Captain's chair stood suspended in air in the middle of the bridge, white and futuristic looking. Unlike the clunky and rooted to the floor command chairs in most fighting Alliance ships.
"Interesting." Nisky muttered, moving down the walkway and to the chair, tracing the form of it. "This is definitely… new." He said. Newton nodded.
"Yes sir, it is suspended by a small anti-grav generator underneath of it, holding it in place." Nisky came around and eased himself into the chair, feeling it out. The chair dipped down a little once he sat on it and he had to shift a little to get comfortable.
"Well, It's certainly different from other chairs in the SA." He nodded, getting off. Newton came to his side, the hologram floating beside him.
"It is. If you wish, we can have it rooted to the ground." Nisky nodded stiffly. "Noted." After another look around the bridge, they left, heading down another corridor. It wasn't long before they entered another room, filled with a huge table projecting an equally large holographic image of the galaxy.
"Here is the navigation chamber." Newton stated. People walked around the large room, monitoring the galactic map, making constant changes while several other people of all races worked at holographic monitors along the walls.
The room itself was seemingly an ever moving display of stars. The walls, floor and ceiling were covered in hexagonal panels, projecting the galaxy's vastness. Red dwarfs, neutron stars, pulsars, binary stars and supergiant stars.
"This room alone houses over ten petabytes of storage. Ranging from history of the galaxy to the nearest fast food joint." Nisky whistled. "Nice. Now, can this thing tell me where the nearest Muton Joe's is?" Nisky allowed a small joke. The Hologram groaned.
"Do you know how many times people have asked me that question, sir?" Nisky looked up at the hologram. "How many, Newton?"
"Approximately 132 times sir." Nisky sighed. "It seems people have been keeping their priorities in check." He muttered. He walked into the room, people giving him sidewards glances and moving about the room, carrying about some task or another.
He looked down at the galactic map, the image minimizing so he could see the whole map without having to stretch. He looked it over, eyeing the area marked as 'uncharted space'. Citadel Space had large patches of it, due to the Citadel races using the Mass Relays which skipped over large patches of space. They still hadn't explored those areas, their FTL technology wasn't nearly as good as the Alliance's.
However Citadel Space didn't have the only areas marked as uncharted. Most of the Terminus systems were uncharted. Due to the many pirates, which the Alliance had begun removing, and the Batarian aid to warlords in the region, which was now abolished. There was now new space to explore.
"Looking for something sir?" A feminine voice asked from behind him. Nisky turned to face the voice, looking down. Behind him was a petite Human woman, coming up to around his chest, looking up at him. She had raven black hair, almond eyes and a blue and black uniform, cutting down the middle where the two colors mixed.
"I don't believe we've met. I'm chief navigator Keet." She said smiling, sticking out a hand to shake. Nisky sometimes didn't get why Humans had this tendency to shake hands when they met but did so anyway. The Navigator had a surprisingly strong grip, for someone so small.
"Captain Nisky Phoenix." He replied. "I was just looking around. It's a nice setup you have going here." He noted. Keet beamed. "Thank you sir! We just got the galactic map online, as you may have noticed." She informed him. He nodded.
"Right. I trust you that you were informed we are to be having a training drill in half an hour." She nodded. "Of course sir. We'll be ready." He nodded, looking about the room. "Good." He said, before turning to leave.
Nisky walked back out into the hall, Newton's hologram following him. "We're coming up on the security room." Newton told Nisky. "I would like to see it." Nisky said, glancing up at the hologram who nodded. "Very well, sir. It's the last chamber on our left." He instructed.
Nisky came to a large door, above it the words 'security chamber' shone in large bold letters. The door opened before him and he walked inside. The room was a huge arsenal, weapons of all kinds lined on the walls. There were already several people in the room, presumably security.
There were a variety of races, from Ethereals to Salarians, Mutons to Krogan. They were all dressed in navy blue uniforms, with the insignia for the Destiny Project over their chests. Most of them were looking over the guns, the Salarians particular. Most of the guns were Alliance, with a few being from the Council species for those who felt most comfortable with their guns.
"Captain!" Nisky turned to look at where the voice came from. A muton wearing the security Chief's Uniform came up to him. The muton dwarfed him and most everyone else in the room, save for a single Krogan in the back of the room inspecting a rather large shotgun.
Unfortunately, this is all I was able to do. So… I guess this is the end of the room. IDK if i'll ever return to the genre. Chances are I'll keep writing privately or some short stories. If I ever do return to writing this however, It'll be a while… So as a closing statement, peace out and god bless you all for being such a great audience.
