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Earth’s Destruction
A dark green lizard creature stares intently at a monitor. The tongue of the creature flips in and out of his mouth as his face - without expression - watches the screen. The Zabou have been watching the human space effort for several years. With clandestine satellites around Saturn, information is sent back to Rwod, what the humans call “Alpha Centauri.” The Zabou lizard creature hits a button on the panel and another green lizard-like creature appears on the screen. “When the human vessel is within range of our Saturn satellite,” hisses the first Zabou, “destroy the Earth space vessel.” “Then destroy every city on that planet.” With that he turned the monitor off and grabs a book. As the book cover comes into view, the title is legible, it reads: “History of the Great Zabou Civilization.”
Commander Nielson and Paul Smith sit dejectedly in the Commander’s office. Neither man is speaking. Paul is startled when a phone call breaks the silence. The Commander answers, “Nielson.” As Paul looks up at the Commander, he sees shock on the Commander’s face. The Commander searches for the remote. He finds it under a pile of paper and flips the TV on to VNN. The image is a destroyed Chinese Space vessel drifting in space. People start running into the Commander’s office staring at the screen. “Aliens…” someone whispers. The TV screen shows inbound missiles from the direction of Saturn. “What are those?” someone asks. The phone rings again, Commander Nielson answers and says, “Yes Mr. President. No, sir. I don’t know…. I will, sir. Right away sir”
The Commander slams the phone down in the cradle. The Commander announces, “Everyone, we have fifteen minutes to get ourselves and everything we can carry to that our rocket.” I know it’s not fully complete, but it’s serviceable. The President of Scandinavia has ordered us to depart with whatever we can – just in case the Earth doesn’t survive this alien attack.
For the next fifteen minutes, complete panic and pandemonium erupts as people, goods and equipment is loaded into the space pod. A course is plotted that will keep the Viking space rocket hidden from the alien satellite by the keeping the earth between the satellite and the ship. Paul wonders how long the journey will take without fusion power, if they are really going for an extended space journey, as he straps himself into a chair. The pod fills will people from the space center and surrounding buildings, but it still a thousand people short of the 5,000 settler capacity. A short countdown is initiated, the rockets fire, and the space shuttle blasts off into space. As the space journey begins: the future is uncertain, it’s a journey the Vikings have taken before.
A dark green lizard creature stares intently at a monitor. The tongue of the creature flips in and out of his mouth as his face - without expression - watches the screen. The Zabou have been watching the human space effort for several years. With clandestine satellites around Saturn, information is sent back to Rwod, what the humans call “Alpha Centauri.” The Zabou lizard creature hits a button on the panel and another green lizard-like creature appears on the screen. “When the human vessel is within range of our Saturn satellite,” hisses the first Zabou, “destroy the Earth space vessel.” “Then destroy every city on that planet.” With that he turned the monitor off and grabs a book. As the book cover comes into view, the title is legible, it reads: “History of the Great Zabou Civilization.”
Commander Nielson and Paul Smith sit dejectedly in the Commander’s office. Neither man is speaking. Paul is startled when a phone call breaks the silence. The Commander answers, “Nielson.” As Paul looks up at the Commander, he sees shock on the Commander’s face. The Commander searches for the remote. He finds it under a pile of paper and flips the TV on to VNN. The image is a destroyed Chinese Space vessel drifting in space. People start running into the Commander’s office staring at the screen. “Aliens…” someone whispers. The TV screen shows inbound missiles from the direction of Saturn. “What are those?” someone asks. The phone rings again, Commander Nielson answers and says, “Yes Mr. President. No, sir. I don’t know…. I will, sir. Right away sir”
The Commander slams the phone down in the cradle. The Commander announces, “Everyone, we have fifteen minutes to get ourselves and everything we can carry to that our rocket.” I know it’s not fully complete, but it’s serviceable. The President of Scandinavia has ordered us to depart with whatever we can – just in case the Earth doesn’t survive this alien attack.
For the next fifteen minutes, complete panic and pandemonium erupts as people, goods and equipment is loaded into the space pod. A course is plotted that will keep the Viking space rocket hidden from the alien satellite by the keeping the earth between the satellite and the ship. Paul wonders how long the journey will take without fusion power, if they are really going for an extended space journey, as he straps himself into a chair. The pod fills will people from the space center and surrounding buildings, but it still a thousand people short of the 5,000 settler capacity. A short countdown is initiated, the rockets fire, and the space shuttle blasts off into space. As the space journey begins: the future is uncertain, it’s a journey the Vikings have taken before.
Steven
@ "Lord of the Dance"
and you will write again soon
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