Captain Marcus Griffin
Settlement Fleet Ship 'The Vanquisher'
Cargo: Lincoln Colony
Course: The Horaka System
As I look across the very fabric of time and space I know that the Earth I see in the E-Con scanners is not the Earth I know and love. That Earth fell to a virus not of human comprehension. It turned people into mindless savages. Earth’s population became cannibalistic in a matter of days after Patient Zero was recorded to have contracted the new and incurable disease which many were calling the second bubonic plague. I watched as my home world fell into utter chaos. Nations collapsed like dominoes and anarchy became the norm. But I try not to remember that version of my home planet. So I imagine her as she was, before the virus devastated all I knew and loved. Oh Earth, oh you’re so perfect honey. She's my one true love you know. I will never find a woman more beautiful than Earth. There are so many wonderful things about her, things that cold space and remote worlds can't live up to. I calculate that all of my friends and family are 40 years older at this point in time. Some of them are probably dead, a lot of them, living out the last years of their retirement before they pass on. Oh my darling planet Earth. Oh how beautiful her memory is out here in the darkness of cold and isolated space travel. My crew has been working tirelessly for the past 4 and a half years, stopping at every galaxy we come across to see if there is some small possibility that we might come across a planet that has some small resemblance to Earth. Oh it's funny how it all worked out, the fact that we were given this mission. A mission, a mission which I was told would take us one year. One year's worth of food. Eating your dead friends is a funny concept when you think about it. There are probably a million jokes about it on the virtual graphic entertainment system. But lately I haven't been watching a lot of television. You see as captain of this ship i stress a lot and it's hard for me to relax and watch try when I'm stressed. And lately I've been stressing out about this new planet that we just scanned. It’s been a while since we found a planet with green on it. The others didn't end up having enough green to produce oxygen for their planets but this one is filled with forests. Even more so then earth, and to the looks of it there are no signs of oceans. Instead all of the large water supplies are located inside the planet's surface, making them fresh water sources, which might mean that all of the planet's water may be fresh water. Even our best scientists on this ship can't calculate the differences this might make on the planet's surface and the possibility of what kind of life might already be living there on the planet's surface. We can't seem to find any indications that there are intelligent life forms with humanoid structures. But if we do find humanoid life the ship did come with a number of firearms for these kinds of situations. After almost 5 years of wondering throughout this vast galaxy we've already lost a third of out crew to starvation. We can’t hold on much longer. If this fresh water world isn't our new Earth then I don’t know if we’ll be able to hang on long enough to find our salvation. I was never one to give up hope. But what if hope never existed? What if every colonization ship that was sent out is in our same situation? What if this is how mankind shuffles off? Extinction is staring Lincoln Colony in the face. What if there’s nothing left I can do to stop it? What if I’m powerless to help the people on board this ship? The people have put their trust in me. Now it’s time for me to deliver. Only a few governments were able to build ships in which they had the chance to send a few of their healthiest citizens’ off-world. Though many called these ships humanity’s last hope and some even nicknamed them get-away trucks. But there is one nickname that I have taken to my ship. Most of the crew abroad the ship knows her as ‘The Vanquisher.’ Though I've taken a new nickname to her, I call her ‘Desperation.’