dwcole78
Warlord
So one of the more interesting things I used to do in Civ V was play mp games where each person would write a story about the ongoing game as it was ongoing. Stories would be posted on forums as game went on. Was fun and gave a different look to the game as universe was expanded on by who ever was writing the story. Been wanting to do that with Beyond Earth and finally found some people to do it with. Hopefully will be fun to play and fun for others to read. Not sure what the official policy here is but would like to make a separate thread for comments to keep the flow of the story here better. If that is not ok mod please let me know and I can delete the other thread once it is made. Let the Story begin!
Suzanne Fielding looked out onto her new world. From this perspective you could almost be forgiven for thinking the planet the ship was in orbit around was earth. "It is not though" Suzanne thought to herself as she looked out the window. "It can become many things but never Earth". Smiling she thought back to some of the stories that had been written about her as she rose through the ranks of the American Reclamation Corporation. "Is one corporation not enough for her". If only the knew she thought. One country was not enough for her. More. More power, more wealth, more responsibility. Now an entire planets worth of wealth and power and an entire people no an entire species worth of responsibility. There were other seedings of course even some on this planet with other sponsers but, they would soon be of no consequence. Susan was familiar with most of the leaders of them and each was bringing some of the old mistakes of thought from old earth. No if the species was going to survive it was up to her people. Smiling she turned around to look at her people. Each was going about their business professionally, even the artists who she didn't expect to be professional were quickly getting ready to go into the descent pods. I guess even as an artist if you choose to go to another planet you would be somewhat scientific or business like in perspective. Good. That was part of the problem in humanities past. Too much dead weight and too much expected by said dead weight. The last thing needed if humanity was going to survive on this new world was people who couldn't help the colony survive. If only the scientific team had been able to find a way through the magnetic interference so they could map out the new planet beneath them before landing. At least though none of the other sponsers whose ships had begun to appear on the radar soon after she awoke from cyrosleep would have been able to either. If her scientists who were the best in the world couldn't do it, then no one could. Still she supposed she should go and look at what information they did have so she could choose a place for the first city to be founded and check on the Former they brought with them. Massively expensive had it been and some had counseled bringing other items some going so far as to bring a fully outfited soldier. She held no allusions that soldiers wouldn't someday be necessary. War was a constant on Earth, expecting it to be any different in space was naive. But, choosing not to bring a soldier did give her an opening to discuss not repeating Earth's mistakes, and if those listening wanted to think of War as one of those mistakes - will it wasn't up to her to correct their perceptions. With a last look outside the window she went off to see to her many duties.
Richard paused in moving items to the descent pod to look at Suzanne. "I really should be working" he thought "but they did bring me at least somewhat for my artistic talent and certainly a leaders first look at her new home should be captured in paint. Upon waking from Cyrosleep most of the colonists had been disoriented and sick to their stomach. Not Suzanne it seemed. Though she had, supposedly, woken up the same time as everyone else she had seemed immediately to be her old self. After giving others a few minutes to get adjusted and gape at the new planet through the viewports she had gently, then not so gently (or so some said), started people getting ready for landing. Only after everything seemed to be running smoothly did she take time herself to look out at the colonists new home. As Richard watched she exuded the same strength and assurance he had seen in paintings of Washington or Henry the fifth. How much of the character that could be glimpsed through these paintings was artist affectation and how much was real could of course never be answered but looking at Suzanne Richard could at least believe that less was affectation than many had assumed. Her dark skin gave off no hint of unsureness and her long sleep had seemed not to put even a hair out of place. Likely she had of course programmed the computer to wake her up earlier so she could make herself presentable and get over her own space sickness before anyone else woke up. Not too surprising and though many had likely figured it out no one had mentioned it. Given her race and sex especially she had likely always had to be too steps ahead of all her business partners/allies/competitors. As a colony leader seeming more God than human would be similarly useful and important. "Likely why she brought us along really I suppose" Richard thought to himself "art has long been used to burnish the power of those in power anyway. And here when the survival of the species may very well depend on their actions, any inspiration is likely a good thing". Richard's ruminations were interrupted by Susanne turning from the window and he quickly turned to get back to moving cargo.
Angering a God is never a good idea after all.
Suzanne Fielding looked out onto her new world. From this perspective you could almost be forgiven for thinking the planet the ship was in orbit around was earth. "It is not though" Suzanne thought to herself as she looked out the window. "It can become many things but never Earth". Smiling she thought back to some of the stories that had been written about her as she rose through the ranks of the American Reclamation Corporation. "Is one corporation not enough for her". If only the knew she thought. One country was not enough for her. More. More power, more wealth, more responsibility. Now an entire planets worth of wealth and power and an entire people no an entire species worth of responsibility. There were other seedings of course even some on this planet with other sponsers but, they would soon be of no consequence. Susan was familiar with most of the leaders of them and each was bringing some of the old mistakes of thought from old earth. No if the species was going to survive it was up to her people. Smiling she turned around to look at her people. Each was going about their business professionally, even the artists who she didn't expect to be professional were quickly getting ready to go into the descent pods. I guess even as an artist if you choose to go to another planet you would be somewhat scientific or business like in perspective. Good. That was part of the problem in humanities past. Too much dead weight and too much expected by said dead weight. The last thing needed if humanity was going to survive on this new world was people who couldn't help the colony survive. If only the scientific team had been able to find a way through the magnetic interference so they could map out the new planet beneath them before landing. At least though none of the other sponsers whose ships had begun to appear on the radar soon after she awoke from cyrosleep would have been able to either. If her scientists who were the best in the world couldn't do it, then no one could. Still she supposed she should go and look at what information they did have so she could choose a place for the first city to be founded and check on the Former they brought with them. Massively expensive had it been and some had counseled bringing other items some going so far as to bring a fully outfited soldier. She held no allusions that soldiers wouldn't someday be necessary. War was a constant on Earth, expecting it to be any different in space was naive. But, choosing not to bring a soldier did give her an opening to discuss not repeating Earth's mistakes, and if those listening wanted to think of War as one of those mistakes - will it wasn't up to her to correct their perceptions. With a last look outside the window she went off to see to her many duties.
Richard paused in moving items to the descent pod to look at Suzanne. "I really should be working" he thought "but they did bring me at least somewhat for my artistic talent and certainly a leaders first look at her new home should be captured in paint. Upon waking from Cyrosleep most of the colonists had been disoriented and sick to their stomach. Not Suzanne it seemed. Though she had, supposedly, woken up the same time as everyone else she had seemed immediately to be her old self. After giving others a few minutes to get adjusted and gape at the new planet through the viewports she had gently, then not so gently (or so some said), started people getting ready for landing. Only after everything seemed to be running smoothly did she take time herself to look out at the colonists new home. As Richard watched she exuded the same strength and assurance he had seen in paintings of Washington or Henry the fifth. How much of the character that could be glimpsed through these paintings was artist affectation and how much was real could of course never be answered but looking at Suzanne Richard could at least believe that less was affectation than many had assumed. Her dark skin gave off no hint of unsureness and her long sleep had seemed not to put even a hair out of place. Likely she had of course programmed the computer to wake her up earlier so she could make herself presentable and get over her own space sickness before anyone else woke up. Not too surprising and though many had likely figured it out no one had mentioned it. Given her race and sex especially she had likely always had to be too steps ahead of all her business partners/allies/competitors. As a colony leader seeming more God than human would be similarly useful and important. "Likely why she brought us along really I suppose" Richard thought to himself "art has long been used to burnish the power of those in power anyway. And here when the survival of the species may very well depend on their actions, any inspiration is likely a good thing". Richard's ruminations were interrupted by Susanne turning from the window and he quickly turned to get back to moving cargo.
Angering a God is never a good idea after all.