17 Days...
28 Dec 2018ModemusS
That's how long I have.17 days. 17 days to finish my prep.
17 days to collect the last of my materials.
17 days to ready any last accommodations I might need...
17 days to collect myself.
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Was I insane? Lonely? Unsure? Was I bored? What? What madness would drive me to sign up for such a thing? For madness it surely was, to fling ourselves across the galaxy, all near-5000 of us.
Over 65,000 light-years...
Nearly 600 billion in credits invested, ships, modules... Close to 30 trillion in old 20th century Earth Dollars..
5000
65,000
600 billion
Astronomical numbers.. Just seeing them makes my head spin. Do I really want this? To be gone so long... and so far out! To be away from all I've known, away from friends and weekend meetups? And what of the Thargoid threat? I've only just cut my teeth, and these new incursions worry me. What will be left when I return? What are we not being told?
Do I really want this? To leave behind ones I might be able to help? To step away from the tiresome politics pushed by a bunch of self-centered, hypocritical "false prophets"? To rocket out into the great unknown? To help others on the journey? To see things no-one else has seen. To be the first, somewhere. To find the first something! To lay claim to the adventure of a lifetime!
What am I saying!?
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Of course I do...
But I'm not without doubts.
Never have I undertaken such an endeavor, never have I laid such a course for so far, for so long...
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Systems...Check.
Engines...Check.
Gear......Check.
Launch