[[Press the button->Launch]]Strapped in, you feel the rumbling start.
Pushed back into your seat, five gees pouring through you.
Radio chirps to life. "Launch parameters within acceptable bounds. Good luck."
Glancing at the monitor, the ground disappearing below you.
Just got time to kill.
[[Naptime]]Your well-thumbed copy of Sins of the Keelu, you find your place.
"534) The 20 lies they told about our glorious president."
[[Close|Orbit]]Dreams of flames.
[[Wake|Orbit]]The planet spreads out below you. Billowing purple clouds.
Somewhere down there your mum will be gazing up, proudly.
[[Set course]]As weightlessness sets in you punch in a course for the Achernar system.
It's a long trip, time to get frozen.
[[Unstrap]]Taking off your belt, you drift slowly off the seat.
A barebones cockpit.
Glowing panels before you, the door to the sleepchamber behind, set to 83 years.
A framed picture of your home, swarming with relatives.
A small weapons locker on the wall, pin code to open.
A box of snacks, your favourite.
[[Pause to consider the enormity of the task before you]]
[[Sleep]]You're so proud. The chosen of your race. First to set eyes on an alien planet, first to plunge into its atmosphere.
The ion drive is powering up, time to rest.
[[Sleep]]Dreamless and cold.
[[Arrive]]Blinking into the light of a glorious yellow star.
A bluegreen planet growing as you near.
Glancing at the controls, everything is fine.
Hunger pangs after the long rest.
[[Have a snack]]
[[Check weapons locker]]
[[Descend]]As you burn through the atmosphere your mandibles shape into a smile.
Dodging the incoming missiles your craft plunges towards the surface.
[[Arm warhead]]A satisfying click, a beautifully manufactured button, the light is on.
No more aliens to (either: "pollute", "invade") your homeland, your people will be safe.
[[Check radio]]And that, my dear, is how babies are made.Confused voices.
None of your concern as you greet the ground.
[[Victory]]It wriggles as you crunch into it. The fuzzy body pleasantly tickles your throat as you swallow.
Down to business.
[[Descend]]ONE - TWO - THREE - FOUR
Just a mirror inside.
Your lovely face staring back at you.
Down to business.