GREETINGS FROM SPACE STATION ANDROMEDA
"Our future lies with those we have yet to meet"
In 2002, NASA, in cooperative effort with other nations, developed Project Andromeda. The primary effort for the station was to make contact with extraterrestrial life. A mere 3 years into the project, contact was made with alien life somewhere near NASA's Base 64. After one week of what seemed like peaceful relations with the foreign life forms, things took a hostile turn. Up until now, nobody knew the cause of the disaster, but on-board transmissions surfaced recently providing more detailed information. These are the recorded transcripts of the events that transpired...
Commander:
Captain Ramius
Pilot:
Sarah Sellers
Engineer:
Todd Price
Navigator:
Kenneth Flynn
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CAPTAIN RAMIUS: Di....did you hear that? Adjust the radio frequency! I think we found something!
<Radio noise sharpens>
ENGINEER PRICE: There it is!
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ENGINEER PRICE: Recorded! Sending to the lab for translation!
CAPTAIN'S LOG 1
This is Captain Ramius, the time is 22:03, and the extraterrestrials are slowly approaching our ship. Their intentions seem amicable and that they wish to try and communicate with us. The crew and I are preparing protocol for how we wish to proceed since we cannot seem to decode their language yet. You ever see that movie, "The Gift?" Yeah...we could use her right about now. Anyways, I would be lying if I said we all weren't nervous for the next few hours. I will report our findings as soon as I can. *END TRANSMISSION*
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PILOT SELLERS: Are you getting this?? This is incredible!
ENGINEER PRICE: I can't imagine what the technology on that ship looks like...
CAPTAIN RAMIUS: Well, today might be your lucky day Price.
CAPTAIN'S LOG 2
13:24, Day 5 since the arrival: We have made leaps and bounds in our attempts to communicate with the zodians. Their ship is a mere football field away from ours and we have been essentially playing a game of telephone with them since. We have successfully created a zodian alphabet here in our lab from our transcripts and are beginning to piece things together. Their language is much more complex than ours but our analysts have been finding a reoccurring message of "meeting" and "gathering" on their vessel today at some point. Didn't think I would be meeting an alien in my lifetime, but here we are. *END TRANSMISSION*
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CAPTAIN RAMIUS: Ok...ok...the time is 18:11 and we just stepped back onto our sh-
NAVIGATOR KEN: HO-LY...WHAT THE F--
PILOT SELLERS: Ken...this is being recorded..
NAVIGATOR KEN: Hrm...right (laughter) - but can you BELIEVE what just happened?!
CAPTAIN RAMIUS: Definitely one for the books Ken- wait, where is Price?
PILOT SELLERS: He stayed behind to monitor the ship, didn't he?
CAPTAIN RAMIUS: Yes...but he isn't here now...
NAVIGATOR KEN: Probably fiddling around in the engine room again...
PILOT SELLERS: (sigh) I'll go check around...but I'm getting really tired of his antics. Just because he graduated top of his class at Princeton doesn't give him the right to not be a team player
(Lights start flickering and power surges)
NAVIGATOR KEN: Ok, that seemed normal. Perfectly normal. Can we go home now?
CAPTAIN RAMIUS: Probably just Price making some adjustments. Remember when he hooked up Christmas lights last year? I'll go check on him.
CAPTAIN'S LOG 3
21:00 Day 6: Still no sign of Price. We fear the Zodians may have taken him. They have been completely silent since our encounter and we are starting to get worried. The Zodians have been completely friendly so far so it is hard to believe they would kidnap one of ours for tests. We are attempting to communicate tomorrow and will report back afterward....
-MAYDAY- EMERGENCY-
NAVIGATOR KEN: Guys?! WHAT is happening? Things were going so well, why have they turned on us?!
(Price returns panting)
PILOT SELLERS: WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'VE BEEN?!
ENGINEER PRICE: I....I....I am so sorry, I...may have stolen these from their ship....
PILOT SELLERS: Um.....I'm sorry, YOU DID WHAT?!
NAVIGATOR KEN: ARE YOU KIDDING ME? NO WONDER THEY ARE PISSED!
(A giant explosion occurs as the blast doors are breached)
CAPTAIN RAMIUS: Ev....everyone to the navigation room. Now.
--LOCKDOWN SEQUENCE INITIATED--
PILOT SELLERS: Oh hiding? Great...TRULY GREAT...well, i'm not going down without a fight. See you gents on the other side....screw you Price
(Sellers runs towards the enemy Zodian ship and disappears while the rest of the team barricades the navigation room)
ENGINEER PRICE: I....I'm sorry...
CAPTAIN RAMIUS: What even are these?!
ENGINEER PRICE: S...some kind of energy crystals? They were powering the entire ship and I knew if-
NAVIGATOR KEN: You realize you've doomed us all right?! Doesn't matter how important of a discovery this is IF WE DIE.
ENGINEER PRICE: Unless...
CAPTAIN RAMIUS: ..Unless what.
ENGINEER PRICE: Hide them....hide them all! Mission control will eventually come salvage the ship, yes? They'll find them and bring them home.
CAPTAIN RAMIUS: He's right. It's too late for us but at least we can do this. GO!
(The crew quickly hides the energy crystals around the navigation room)
CAPTAIN RAMIUS: Price...
ENGINEER PRICE: Yeah?
CAPTAIN RAMIUS: I hate you....those better have been worth it.
(Ramius walks over to the computer and begins typing)
**END TRANSMISSION**
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