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fallingskiesandrisingseas · 1 year

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More "humans are space orks" posts.

Humans have the widest range of emotion from anyone in the solar system, and are considered insanely volatile.

When aliens study Humans™ , they are bewildered by the range of emotions humans can go through in hours or even minutes. They study both our warrior culture and our musea, incapable of understanding how a species could wage war against each other so often also sent money to foreign lands to help those who were suffering, even though they were not kin.

But mostly the mundane reactions of family, friends and strangers.

"John, we thought you liked this blood-related person. Yet you appear to be very angry. "

"Listen, Xax, Peter is my brother and I would die before letting anyone hurt him, but this is the SECOND TIME THIS WEEK HE'S USED AND LOST MY FAVORITE PAIR OF SHOES, so he needs to FIND THEM before I SEND HIM TO HEAVEN MYSELF."

"....Interesting...."

Aliens also completely misunderstand sarcasm. The fact Humans are such a verbal species already makes them anxious, and they don't understand why they would use the wealth of theie various tongues and dialects to convey anything but the truth. Especially species that communicate by scent or sight, or have other forms of communication, are baffled. And even in the species with spoken words, those most proficient in Human Languages have a hard time understanding Sarcasm.

"You appear to be angry, John. "

"NOT at ALL, Xax. "

"But you exhibit all signs of anger. Flared nostrils, raised heartbeat, sweating, tensed muscle. Might it have anything to do with Peter... " -the alien looked down into his book, the concept of private propert foreign to his people- "stealing your shoes?"

"I totally don't mind him borrowing my shoes for the THIRD TIME, without asking"

"Strange..."

They do not understand irritation well, the large impact others have on the mood of Humans, or how they are able to form strong communities with those once considered enemies, how Humans™ can lose friends just as easily as making them.

But what most amazes them is the absolute insane strenght these beings possesed when threatened, no matter how soft they look.

Once, deep in a foreign solar system, the ship was hijacked. Xax, the captain, the first officer and the rest of had been detained by Kroxons, beings of over 9 foot with the durability of a tank.

Xax was already preparing himself mentally to be sold off into slavery, working his life away on a space plantation millions of light years from home, when he noticed John was missing.

Peter was standing right next to him, his arm shattered when he was grabbed by a Kroxon. They were laughing at him, not even bothering to chain him. These soft humans, small and weak, were no threat to them. Look at that, the break was already killing him due to sepsis

Until John showed up and started slaughtering them. John, who was considered the best baby nurse on board. John, with his sweet singing voice. John, who had just recently spilled moisture over a moving picture, something Xax was unable to understand. John, who required food and drink every few hours, thirst just as easily killing him as a bullet.

John, who fought like something out of a nightmare now, paint under his eyes, carrying a laser that should be too heavy for him.

After the third Kroxon fell down, felled by a beam through the eye, the remaining pirates fled. John, covered in blood and exhausted, came out of the shadows and hugged his brother long and hard before freeing Xax.

"Many thanks, human. We owe you a life long debt. "

John waved, already indifferent, already elsewhere.

"Whatever, man. You would've done the same for me.

From that day forward, Xax's people revered humans. And they treated them with the upmost respect, for warriors capable of holding the sword and the sceptre in equal regard deserved nothing but that.

Besides, you didn't want to piss of a species that can go from peace to war in a week flat. Not with the way they fight.

#humans are space orks #fic potential #space story #sci-fi

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witchyclispe · 5 months

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Past lives couldn’t ever come between us

Based off this dream I had a year or so ago, if you’d like to read it you can check the link or go to my writing account @novawitchy ! Its my first time posting my writing on here so please be kind 🫶 again writing is not my main thing but i tried!

#digital art #art #artists on tumblr #original art #commisions open #artist #my ocs #story art #short story #art for story #writing #wannabe writer #dream story #space #space story #scifiart #scifi #Spotify #witchy ocs

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iwanttogointospace · 1 month

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As a boy my mom picked up the Tom Corbett, Space Cadet books by Carey Rockwell for me at garage sales. They were about a boy learning to become a space ranger. The first in the series was Stand by for Mars! (1952) I loved the adventure and suspense, they were much more interesting than hardy boys at the time . As I got older, I realized they were loosely based on Robert Heinlein’s Space Cadet, a 1948 science fiction novel by Robert A. Heinlein about Matt Dodson, who joins the Interplanetary Patrol to help preserve peace in the Solar System. The story translates the standard military academy story into outer space: a boy from Iowa goes to officer school, sees action and adventure, shoulders responsibilities far beyond his experience

As a boy who watched the first human to walk on the surface of the moon, I somehow thought I might have a chance for adventure in space, unfortunately, the opportunity has not risen, however, I still have the great memories and, these books.

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nikproxima · 1 year

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MTV initial study, done by Marshall Space Flight Center, by Max

Revised conceptual study for MTV, circa 1982 design freeze, by Max

MTV Minerva being serviced prior to departure on an Olympus mission, as well as OV-106 Intrepid, by Jay

The Olympus Mars Transfer Vehicle was something of a miracle of science and engineering, and showcased some of the greatest cooperation for the entire program as a whole. As important as landing on the surface of Mars is, getting to Mars is a whole different half of the equation, and ensuring that the right equipment would do the job was part of the uphill battle for the program. In the beginning of the design process, it was unclear whether or not the architecture would be chemical, nuclear, or some sort of strange combination of the two. Highly experimental solar electric or even nuclear electric proposals had been thrown around, but it was unclear whether those would be ready in time for the projected late 1990s landing date. Initially, things were dire, as the Olympus Partners stared down the failures of General Atomics to produce a working Valkyrie engine, the key to a reusable nuclear architecture. Ultimately, Lockheed and Naval Reactors would succeed in flying their demonstrator, Way-Seeker, and secure the contract to produce the propulsion section. Boeing would lead the work on Habitat design, a radical new concept for inflatable modules that would enable much greater volume on a single launch. This inflatable habitat would be augmented by a Utility Node, also built by Boeing, and would contain the life support, air lock, and docking systems that would be utilized by ships visiting the MTV. Two Multi Purpose Mission Modules, built by Thales Aerospace, would join the MTV before a mission was due to depart, enabling greater habitable volume and delivering mission specific equipment for the intended landing site. The final component, the Earth Return Lifeboat, would ensure the safety of the crew if something were to go wrong. This capsule would be a large, Apollo CM derived vehicle built by Lockheed and Messerschmitt-Bölkow-Blohm (later Airbus), and could seat a crew of 8.

The MTVs of the Olympus Fleet, Minerva, Prometheus, Hera and Selene, would do their duty well. Each would lead the way in pioneering new triumphs and bring comfort to the crew in times of hardship. They would shelter them from storms, and bring their crews home every time. Even during the disaster of Olympus 9, where all hope seemed lost, Hera gave her all to ensure that her crew would get home safely, sacrificing herself into the inky void of space to throw her passengers home. Towards the end of their usable lives, Minerva, Prometheus and Selene would see continued use supporting Destiny, shuttling cargo landers and crew to and from the lunar surface as infrastructure quickly spread. For the crew of Foundation, the outpost in Noctis, a fleet of new MTVs would emerge, chemical-electric, nuclear and even chemical "cargo sleds" that would push great volumes of equipment. The Americans would lead the charge with their radical Chem-NEP design, the Armstrong class. These would be fully reusable, and leverage design work being done since the start of the program. Japan and Canada would contribute heavily to the Armstrong Class, with logistics modules and robotic arms as their main gifts. Europe's largest contribution would be the Euro-Russian Copernicus Class, a nuclear thermal system based on work done by the Americans in the early days of Olympus. These would be smaller in crew complement but much larger in cargo volume, delivering great aeroshells to the surface. China would also deliver new vehicles, the fully solar-electric Tianzhou class, based on their earlier endeavors in asteroid exploration. These were strictly for cargo, and ensured that Chinese Taikonauts had seats onboard American or European MTVs. This fleet of MTVs would enable a continuous human presence on Mars in the low hundreds throughout the middle of the 21st century.

#proxima: a human exploration of mars #alternate history #science #space #space story #science fiction #alternate future #mars #mars transfer vehicle #NASA #spaceflight #story #worldbuilding

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kingsketchdoodle · 7 months

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Hello!!!

Something that not a lot of people know is that I created a comic in 2020 for college!! (I’m currently writing up 2 more in my free time)

I’ve started posting it on Webtoons!! It’s called ‘Love you to the moon and back’ so if anyone’s interested in reading it it’ll be under King_Doodle (it’s being updated every two days as I try and recover the old files)😊🚀♥️

I know I posted the entire thing here but the webtoons one is different and a bit more updated!! So if anyone wants to check it out I’d really appreciate it!!

#doodle #comic #my art #space art #space theme #love story #gay love story #graphic novel #space story #romance story #It’s worth a read as my next animated short film is connected to it!

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lookalivesunshine2007 · 5 months

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Mercury12

Nothing really felt right that morning. My security badge stopped working for a second, my coffee was cold. It makes sense that when we got that first transmission request, it would be equally… off.

I sat down at my desk and got all my systems booted up while my counterpart packed his belongings and left without a word. About twenty minutes into my shift, I got a notification.

1 new transmission request.

Nothing out of the usual. I pulled it up as Boyle, my boss, came up behind me.

He didn’t say anything, but I could feel a certain kind of anxious tension as he raised his mug to his lips.

The room fell silent as the distorted video feed began to play.

“Mission control, this is Barlowe aboard the Mercury12, do you copy?”

Mission control copy.

The video started out fuzzy, but eventually we could make out a woman in her mid-thirties. She sat nervously, glancing over her shoulder as she spoke,

“I uh… I worked the overnight and now I… I can’t find the rest of the crew.”

Boyle exhaled through his nose, almost snorting at what he’d just heard.

The woman, Barlowe, continued, “I’ve gone over the security footage. I watched them all go into their rooms last night. I don’t… I don’t understand where they went. You need to come get me. You need to send a ship.”

Crew is missing? I typed out.

Barlowe squinted at the screen for a second, reading what I had just sent. She nodded, looking into the camera pleadingly, “Since I finished my shift.”

I chewed my lip for a second before looking up at Boyle. He let out a sigh without looking at me, and set his coffee cup down on the side of my desk.

“Ask her for the security footage. I want everything since 15:00 yesterday.”

Please send security footage. Starting at 15:00 yesterday.

Barlowe read the message before nodding and began clacking away at her keyboard.

Boyle called up two other mission control officers and quietly instructed them. I couldn’t hear him over the static from the Mercury12’s feed, but from their expressions it didn’t sound like they were overjoyed with what they’d been told. They quickly hurried off as Boyle turned his attention back to the screen.

A folder with video logs popped up. I opened them.

“It says received. Did you get them? Can you help me now? Where did my crew go? Can you please come get me.” Anxiety rippled in her voice. I’ll give credit to her, I’d be a lot less calm if I was in her situation.

Watching footage. Will respond shortly.

“Please be fast. I’m scared.” She said quietly. I didn’t know how to respond. So I said nothing. Nobody else did either.

A silence fell over the control center as I played the first video. It was sped up until we saw someone. A man, one wearing a matching NASA uniform to the one that Barlowe had on. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. He walked into his room.

I froze.

He walked?

We don’t have artificial gravity. Everyone else seemed to pick up on that fact too. We’d missed it with Barlowe somehow. It was easier to miss it when she was sitting, hair tied back and no other indications. But now she’d outed herself. Something was deeply wrong with this ship, with the whole crew.

“Boyle…?” I asked, hoping for confirmation that this was actually happening and not just a freaky dream.

“I know. Keep watching.” He barely even seemed phased. It made the pit in my stomach drop deeper.

We continued watching as each of the crew members, except Barlowe, retreated to their small cabins for the night. Barlowe worked away on some project that was obscured from our sight for the next few hours. Things sped up again. Nobody left their room. Barlowe never stood up. It slowed down again as she looked at the clock on the wall and suddenly yelled something. She stood up from her chair and seemed to be waiting for a response. Nothing. We all watched in total immersion as she walked from cabin to cabin, going in and out of rooms. The angles of the cameras hid the inside of most of them, but from what we could see they were all empty. Barlowe then checked them again, and again, before yelling something else and running to the computer, where she was still sitting waiting for us to respond.

Everyone sat in stunned silence.

“Hello…?” Barelowe suddenly asked, breaking the tension in the room. I scrambled back onto my keyboard.

We’re here. Watched footage.

I paused, racking my brain for possible answers for what the hell happened to that crew.

Did you check the airlock?

I asked, even though it was obvious the crew didn’t just magically teleport to their airlock and leave.

“Uh… I can check,” She stood up and left our view. Someone else switched between the security footage feed and we followed her along her journey. We’d lost color and sound, but all that really mattered was visual confirmation they hadn’t just suited up and left.

Barlowe checked inside every suit, and gave us a thumbs up after clearing each one. Looking in one of them, she seemed to linger. She lifted her head out for a second, and looked up at the camera. It was too grainy to see her expression, but I knew it wasn’t a good one. She leaned back in over the neck of the suit and reached in, fishing around for something. In one swift motion, she yanked her arm out and screamed an inaudible scream. She stumbled backwards before hurrying out and shutting the door behind her.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest and reminded myself I was safe. Sometimes weird shit happens. Especially in space, right?

“Mission control, this is Barlowe again. Aboard Mercury12. I need to speak with Declan Hayes. Declan are you there? Is he home right now? Can you please call him in.” Her words grew more frantic with each question.

“Do we… do we even have a Declan here?” I asked, once again looking to Boyle for answers I knew neither of us had.

“No. Not in our branch.”

“Well what about-“ I started.

“Tell her there's no Declan.”

I bit my tongue and reluctantly typed out the next message.

No Declan. Sorry.

“What do you mean no Declan? Go get him! Declan I know you’re there!”

Boyle sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose while Barlowe continued rambling and asking about Declan.

“Ask her to send the scientific reports. Incident ones too. We need all of them.” Boyle tapped a finger on my desk, a nervous habit I knew he’d developed the past few months. It's not the most reassuring thing in the world when the guy that's supposed to have all the answers is just as lost as you are. He was containing it better than me though, I could feel my hands getting clammier with every message I sent out.

Can you send all incident and scientific reports.

“I’m not sending any reports until you put on Declan. I need to talk to Declan Hayes. He’s your boss for god’s sake. He should be there!” Barlowe’s panicked demeanor seemed to be turning angrier, something that wasn’t exactly helping my own scared state. Maybe she had accidentally contacted the wrong mission control? It was worth a shot to ask.

Can you confirm which mission control you are trying to reach.

Barlowe scoffed, “Jesus. I’m contacting Houston. The mission control.”

“That is us.” I said quietly, as if saying it aloud would unlock something I hadn’t considered before.

“Screw this.” Barlowe suddenly stood up. She leaned forward and shut off the camera. Another hush fell over the room before the last frozen frame of Boyle was overlaid by security footage. Now in pixelated black and white, accompanied by only radio static, Barlowe ran her fingers through her hair in frustration before she walked away. We jumped between cameras again. This was all too weird. In an effort to reach her, to get her back onto the live feed, we sent more messages. Through the radio and text. They were all but ignored. Barlowe sat herself down in the pilot’s seat and toggled with a few buttons.

“Barlowe has muted us, sir.” Someone said. Boyle nodded and picked his mug back up, taking a large sip. An effort to calm his nerves maybe?

She radioed something over the comms of the ship, then made her way into the gallery and sat down on a chair that reminded me of a train seat. Her knees huddled to her chest as she stared out the window, occasionally glancing down each end of the hallway.

I let out a huge sigh and ran my fingers through my hair myself, trying to think my way out of this. Where did the crew go? They didn’t train us for this.

“Can I use the washroom?” My voice nearly faltered but I managed to save it. Boyle nodded expressionlessly, not taking his eyes off the screen.

In one rough motion, I stood up and hurried up the stairs and outside the control room. People were discussing the situation in hushed whispers outside, I could tell by their expressions and sneaking glances.

The way they all looked at me while I walked past did nothing but put me more on edge. They expected me to have answers. They expected me to know what to do. But I didn’t. I had no idea and I was starting to doubt I ever would.

Luckily enough the bathroom was empty. I went into a stall and pulled my phone out. The first thing I did was google Declan Hayes. Nothing. Truly, there was nothing. No social media, no school records, nothing. The hair on the back of my neck prickled. How was there nothing?

The next morning, I walked back into work. I’d had trouble sleeping after everything that happened with Barlowe and the Mercury12. Most of the night had been dedicated to running though any possible scenarios that could explain anything about the situation at hand. Any place Barlowe could have forgotten to check. By the time my alarm went off and it was time to leave, I was left with nothing but the urge to crawl back into bed.

When I stepped inside the control center, the lights were all still off. It looked like Boyle hadn’t even gone home. His hair was unkempt and greasy, and there was a slight tremble in his hands as he wrote in his notepad.

“Did anything happen?” I asked in his general direction, hoping someone would tell me something.

“Nothin’” responded Finch, the guy who had covered for me overnight. “Sat on her ass the entire time. Not answerin any questions either.”

I nodded my head solemnly.

Maybe five minutes into my shift she suddenly stood up and walked back to the room with the camera that connected to the live feed.

1 new transmission request.

That was the fastest I’d ever accepted a request.

Barlowe looked disheveled as she appeared on the big screen.

“I’m going to die out here.”

You’ll be okay.

Boyle shifted, barely enough for anyone to notice, but he was still planted right beside my desk and it brought back that all-too-familiar feeling of doom.

“I don’t need your reassurance. Whatever happened to the rest of the crew, it’s going to happen to me. I can’t sleep. If I sleep the same thing will happen. You have to send a ship for me. Where’s Declan. He’ll know what to do. Can you please put Declan on.” Barlowe started rambling again.

Boyle turned to me. He slammed his mug on my desk.

“Get up, I’m taking over.”

“What-“ Before I could finish my thought, I was out of my chair and hanging over Boyle’s shoulder.

Send incident and scientific reports. Captain’s log too.

“I already told you- I’m not sending anything else until you put Declan on.”

This is Declan. Send the reports.

“Why would you say that?” I asked sharply, “We don’t know anything about whoever Declan is. We don’t know if he’s even real.”

Boyle ignored me. Barlowe seemed to have the same idea as me though.

“How do I know it's you?”

Trust.

“Okay. Okay, I’m sending the reports. What do I do now? I need guidance.”

Are these all of them.

Barlowe looked directly into the camera and nodded.

Mercury12, this is mission control. Thank you for your service.

Before Barlowe could say anything, Boyle disconnected the live feed and stood up.

“What the fuck” I said to him, blocking his exit.

“I don’t know who that was, but we’ve never employed a Barlowe. And Declan Hayes retired fifteen years ago. Whatever that was, it wasn’t ours.”

#space #space story #creative writing #horror #mercury12 #Boyle is named after Danny Boyle bc i love sunshine #weird things in space #this is definitely scientifically accurate (lying)#mission control #short story #are you scared #watcher entertainment

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axarmae · 5 months

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Lore Dump #1: Kimora

CW: Mentions of forced sterilization, and mentions of death due to the government not caring

Kimora is a planet that is divided into two sections; there is the upper section called the "Bubble" where the rich live and the lower section which is the mines and slums. The air quality on the planet is horrible because of the mines and processing plants all over the planet. The planet itself is unstable because of all the mining that goes on deep into the planet's crust.

The Bubble

The nobles of the bubble profit off of the mines by selling rare purple gems (name in the works) to the Empire which covets said gems

The gems were mined by exploiting the poor people of the lower section

The nobles wear bubble-like helmets over their heads to keep the purple smog out of their lungs, so they do not get purple lung (think black lung because of coal, but instead it is purple because of all the dust that gets kicked up because of the mines and planet quakes)

The nobles live lavish lifestyles without a care in the world

The Mines

Almost everyone either works in the mines or factories

Working in the mines is more dangerous, however, it pays better and is less competitive than getting a job in the factories

People spend hours in the tunnels which are barely tall enough for the average adult human to stand in

The Slums

After the destruction of Earth, Kimora was flooded with countless refugees

Most refugees were handed over to the Empire; the rest were forced to keep their heads down

The slums are overcrowded; disease and purple lung run rampant

The lower sections of Kimora have one of the largest variety of species, which leads to a lot of inter-species breeding. Kimora has a pretty bad overpopulation issue in the lower section. This led the noble governing body to decide to sterilize large groups of species (really it is because they did not want to have to care for their citizens---for control). Because of all the inter-species breeding some of their offspring ended up being infertile anyways.

The death rates on Kimora are high. High infant mortality. High maternity mortality. High worker mortality. People die every day due to not being able to feed themselves, poor working conditions, etc. Purple lung is a major factor. While working in the mines it is recommended for people to wear ventilators. The issue with the ventilators is that they slow you down while you work. Which leads to a lower yield, which means less money to feed you and your family. So some people decide to forgo the ventilators which has a heightened risk of developing purple lung.

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