Tyche thanks you for your service to humanity's future. Dedicating one's life to exploration and discovery is one of the greatest sacrifices an individual can make.
You wouldn't have taken the job if you had any other choice. It isn't the sort of commitment sane people make, isn't the sort any person not driven to hell's edge in desperation would even consider. But - they knew you well. Dredging secrets you tried to hide, or promises of safety from a situation you had no hope of escaping. Maybe you had nothing to live for to begin with. Whatever the case, they wove the net, and from the moment you saw the embossed T on the envelope in your mailbox your future was sealed.
Twenty years trip. Not round, mind, that's twenty there and back. Near-relativistic drives can push spacecraft far, but even they have their limits, and Atys lies at the very edges of the galaxy that humanity has touched. You'll sleep for most of the trip, at least, but it's a firm guarantee any life you had left on Earth would be gone by the time you return.
It's a good thing they ensured you had nothing left here to live for, isn't it?
At least you wouldn't be alone. This was a team expedition, the briefing notes said. You're part of the second group sent out - the first had finished their five-year stint, and you and your soon-to-be coworkers were going to be their replacements. It was just basic observational work, too. Data entry, spectroscopy, frequency observations. A bit vague, but they promised more details for when you arrive.
Good luck, candidate, and rest well.
Είθε να βρείτε τη λογική στο φως.
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Character Dossier
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Team Role:
Technical Background:
Psychological Assessment:
Appearance:
Personal Affects: You're allowed three small sentimental objects in transit. Choose wisely.
You wouldn't have taken the job if you had any other choice. It isn't the sort of commitment sane people make, isn't the sort any person not driven to hell's edge in desperation would even consider. But - they knew you well. Dredging secrets you tried to hide, or promises of safety from a situation you had no hope of escaping. Maybe you had nothing to live for to begin with. Whatever the case, they wove the net, and from the moment you saw the embossed T on the envelope in your mailbox your future was sealed.
Twenty years trip. Not round, mind, that's twenty there and back. Near-relativistic drives can push spacecraft far, but even they have their limits, and Atys lies at the very edges of the galaxy that humanity has touched. You'll sleep for most of the trip, at least, but it's a firm guarantee any life you had left on Earth would be gone by the time you return.
It's a good thing they ensured you had nothing left here to live for, isn't it?
At least you wouldn't be alone. This was a team expedition, the briefing notes said. You're part of the second group sent out - the first had finished their five-year stint, and you and your soon-to-be coworkers were going to be their replacements. It was just basic observational work, too. Data entry, spectroscopy, frequency observations. A bit vague, but they promised more details for when you arrive.
Good luck, candidate, and rest well.
Είθε να βρείτε τη λογική στο φως.
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Character Dossier
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Team Role:
Technical Background:
Psychological Assessment:
Appearance:
Personal Affects: You're allowed three small sentimental objects in transit. Choose wisely.
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