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Super-Earth
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- Dec 22, 2014
“C’mon baby, c’mon baby-YES!” Connor threw his grease covered hands into the air when the engine of what he dubbed the “Mega ATV” or the Hornet if you weren’t creative, purred to life. He quickly snapped his hands back down onto the controls and gently pulled them back. He whispered and cooed to the machine like it was a child learning to walk.
A wide grin split across his grease smudged and sweaty face as the hover vehicle smoothly lifted up from the ground. While the machine idled his eyes scanned the screens and gauges mounted on the dashboard. Core temperature is stable. Gyroscope is balanced. Good, good, good. He thought to himself, licking his upper lip and tasting the tang of salt from his sweat.
He looked up and out of the windshield, the faint lines of a honey comb like design flowing across the hard glass. On the other side was the large space of hangar he and other engineers worked in. Past the other men wearing jumpsuits and lab coats alike was the open doors of the hangar. Beyond little houses made of bamboo and solar panels and fields of crops that were of Earth origins was green.
Trees as tall as mountains stretched out in the horizon, dark woods that they had only just begun to explore. Mysterious creatures, strange plants, fantastic locations; the unknown. It all laid outside of the hard steel walls that housed the budding colony of humanity. Canaan, Paradise.
Although logically he knew that everything out there would be far from friendly, he still wanted to see it.
He wanted to see all of the plants and animals of this alien world first hand and not through photographs and videos or under a microscope in a lab. He wanted to leave these walls and see their new home. He didn’t want to wait around until he was in his sixties when it was finally deemed safe for civilians like him to leave and explore for themselves.
Anyone that was military or had an occupation related to learning about plants and animals got to walk out the gates. The fact timid Ester could waltz out into the jungles and he had to stay behind was a sour note for him.
No matter how many times she could knock him on his ass.
Connor eased the controls forward and gently set the newly created vehicle down onto the concrete.
With any luck, this ATV on steroids would be his ticket out there.
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A high pitched ring jerked Connor awake from his slumber. He groaned and rolled over onto his stomach on the thin, but very comfortable foam mattress that rested on the floor of his homes loft. His hand slapped around until he found his phone, blue hair a hilarious mess of spikes and he pushed himself up onto one elbow while answering his phone with a hoarse, “Hello?”
He remained half asleep for a few moments as the person on the other end spoke. Then abruptly he snapped wide awake. “Wait, what!? It was approved!?” He asked into the phone, sitting up on his knees and holding his breath.
As soon as ‘yes’ met his ears Connor threw his hands into the air and shouted, “YES! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
His proposal and request to take the Hornet out to test drive in the field had been approved!
Remembering he was still on the phone he reigned in his excitement to finish talking to the woman on the phone. “Hm? Oh yeah I understand having a soldier with me makes perfect sense...Okay I’ll be there by 10...No, no, thank you miss.” He hung up the phone and flopped down onto his back, kicking his legs and punching his fists into the air with a brilliant grin on his lips.
==
Connor yawned as he entered the conference room, a mug of heavenly coffee in one hand and his tablet in the other. His hair was neatly combed on top of his head and he had refrained from putting his piercings in this morning. However the professional look ended there.
On his torso was a light blue t-shirt with the picture of a green cartoon t-rex at the center holding a pair of those toy claw grabbers with the word ‘unstoppable!’ scrawled across the top. All he owned was novelty t-shirts or grease stained tank tops that he wore when he worked on machines.
He sat down at the table, sipping at his sweet coffee while using his other hand to pull up the schematics of the Hornet for the meeting. The purpose of this briefing was to hammer out the details of his and his co-pilot’s road trip. He wasn’t too worried about meeting the soldier or marine or whatever that would be his driving buddy. He got to know a few Force Recon marines pretty well when they had been in space, those guys had been more laid back and funny than him. If he got along with those guys he was sure he would get along with the man or woman he’d be riding with.
A wide grin split across his grease smudged and sweaty face as the hover vehicle smoothly lifted up from the ground. While the machine idled his eyes scanned the screens and gauges mounted on the dashboard. Core temperature is stable. Gyroscope is balanced. Good, good, good. He thought to himself, licking his upper lip and tasting the tang of salt from his sweat.
He looked up and out of the windshield, the faint lines of a honey comb like design flowing across the hard glass. On the other side was the large space of hangar he and other engineers worked in. Past the other men wearing jumpsuits and lab coats alike was the open doors of the hangar. Beyond little houses made of bamboo and solar panels and fields of crops that were of Earth origins was green.
Trees as tall as mountains stretched out in the horizon, dark woods that they had only just begun to explore. Mysterious creatures, strange plants, fantastic locations; the unknown. It all laid outside of the hard steel walls that housed the budding colony of humanity. Canaan, Paradise.
Although logically he knew that everything out there would be far from friendly, he still wanted to see it.
He wanted to see all of the plants and animals of this alien world first hand and not through photographs and videos or under a microscope in a lab. He wanted to leave these walls and see their new home. He didn’t want to wait around until he was in his sixties when it was finally deemed safe for civilians like him to leave and explore for themselves.
Anyone that was military or had an occupation related to learning about plants and animals got to walk out the gates. The fact timid Ester could waltz out into the jungles and he had to stay behind was a sour note for him.
No matter how many times she could knock him on his ass.
Connor eased the controls forward and gently set the newly created vehicle down onto the concrete.
With any luck, this ATV on steroids would be his ticket out there.
==
A high pitched ring jerked Connor awake from his slumber. He groaned and rolled over onto his stomach on the thin, but very comfortable foam mattress that rested on the floor of his homes loft. His hand slapped around until he found his phone, blue hair a hilarious mess of spikes and he pushed himself up onto one elbow while answering his phone with a hoarse, “Hello?”
He remained half asleep for a few moments as the person on the other end spoke. Then abruptly he snapped wide awake. “Wait, what!? It was approved!?” He asked into the phone, sitting up on his knees and holding his breath.
As soon as ‘yes’ met his ears Connor threw his hands into the air and shouted, “YES! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
His proposal and request to take the Hornet out to test drive in the field had been approved!
Remembering he was still on the phone he reigned in his excitement to finish talking to the woman on the phone. “Hm? Oh yeah I understand having a soldier with me makes perfect sense...Okay I’ll be there by 10...No, no, thank you miss.” He hung up the phone and flopped down onto his back, kicking his legs and punching his fists into the air with a brilliant grin on his lips.
==
Connor yawned as he entered the conference room, a mug of heavenly coffee in one hand and his tablet in the other. His hair was neatly combed on top of his head and he had refrained from putting his piercings in this morning. However the professional look ended there.
On his torso was a light blue t-shirt with the picture of a green cartoon t-rex at the center holding a pair of those toy claw grabbers with the word ‘unstoppable!’ scrawled across the top. All he owned was novelty t-shirts or grease stained tank tops that he wore when he worked on machines.
He sat down at the table, sipping at his sweet coffee while using his other hand to pull up the schematics of the Hornet for the meeting. The purpose of this briefing was to hammer out the details of his and his co-pilot’s road trip. He wasn’t too worried about meeting the soldier or marine or whatever that would be his driving buddy. He got to know a few Force Recon marines pretty well when they had been in space, those guys had been more laid back and funny than him. If he got along with those guys he was sure he would get along with the man or woman he’d be riding with.
