++++Trans Galactic Library++++
+++Opening anecdotal record of Human FTL mission+++
Earth has passed through a dark age of regression and scientific stagnation brought about by political and corporate war over decades. Various nations and countries have risen and fallen, and its climate wrecked. In this new age brought about by rebelion and the usurption of callous dictators, new world powers have arisen to take control of what is left.
The Blue Union controls a majority of what was once Europe, Russia, Asia, and the Africas, while the Great Republic of the West (GRW) controls all of of the western continent from alaska down to Brazil. Scientific Utopian colonies defend and maintain many regions in the sourthern hemisphere and the luna colonies (SHLC), and owe no alliegence to the Union, or the GRW. Tension caused by differing ideaologies between the Union and the GRW mean earth finds itself in an uneasy peace.
The Blue Union are the ones funding the mission, and hope that in being the first to expand humanity beyond its terrestrial homeworld, it can spark renewal of its peoples, but the GRW have other plans in motion.
--Location: BU secret launch base, geographic location classified--
"Alright Commander, you have your briefing." A stout military officer sat behind an impressive mahogany desk, a synthesised view of what used to be Tahiti could be seen through venetian blinds behind him. "It is about lunchtime, so they will likely be in the mess hall. May be a good time to get the mission team together and get acquainted. Use their pagers to gather them if need be. You are dismissed. I'll page you if there are any developments."
"Sir!" Jonathan Bradford, now Commander of his first mission, stood from his chair and saluted the officer and turned sharply to the office door. He sighed out and relaxed his shoulders after closing the door and began walking the concrete corridors towards the mess hall a two levels below.
Father Micheal Quinlan was seated on the front pew of the interfaith chapel one level up from the mess hall. listening to the interfaith minister at the lectern as she read aloud her semi-inspiring piece about unity and diversity.
Dr Pieter Hale had found himself in the company of the Security officer Jason Terwich, both taking keen interest in ensuring the vessel was suitable stocked with medical supplies and armoury respectively. The vessel's starboard underside could be seen, with it tilted upwards for the launch ramp, special micro-gravity rails and cranes loading the supplies the two men had either requested or had signed off for.
Dr August Murray Had just collected his lunch in the mess hall, and was deciding where best to sit down.
Elicia was sitting with three laptops in front of her, a selection of files being synchronised between them. She idly swilled around a cold cup of tea with one hand, staring at a screen but looking into the blind eternities. Noah Miller was eating his own lunch in solitude, a small collection of technical documents semi-organised in front of him.