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Dream Rising, Part 5The Ring was a sight to behold.As the Reyna drifted towards the massive installation, Kole could only stare. It was huge, even by spacer terms. The ring itself had to be nearly a mile wide, not to mention the full space station and stardock that was connected to the left side of the thing. It sat in space, not rotating, not moving, just a monument placed out in the black, announcing to all that we had conquered this solar system and were moving on to the next."You ever fly through one of these things, kid?"Kole looked back at his companion. "No, never even seen one."Mik walked up into the cockpit and sat down next to him, a large water canister in his hand. "Well, get ready for a good light show. You see those antenna-ish things on the ring?""Yeah.""They're called Arcers, from what I've heard. They arc an electrical charge between them, and speed the energy up to lightspeeds. That's what folds space."Kole sat back, watching as the ship slowly drifted towards the giant ring. This
Dream Rising, Part 4"Good afternoon, Gentlemen. I'd like to thank you for responding so efficiently to our request.""Yeah, well, the pay was good enough.""What he meant to say," Kole said, butting in, "was that we're glad to have been on hand to help."The elderly gentleman standing across from them did not seem amused by the comment. "I see. Well, if you have finished with your pleasantries, it's best that we move on."The pair followed the man across the concrete landing strip, where a dim gleam of sunlight was cutting its way through the clouds. Kole stared up in wonder, surprised that even now, with the atmosphere practically radioactive itself, a little beauty could shine through."Mik, are you seeing this?"Mik glanced up, but shrugged. "It's a star named Sol. You can get a better view of it once we're in the air again."Kole shook his head. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered.As they entered the main SarCorp facility, Kole couldn't help but stare up at the huge ceilings of the main atrium
Dream Rising, Part 3Mik rolled over in his bunk, the soft rattling of the engine's cooling systems gently waking him. He didn't want to wake up yet, because he knew the moment he was up and about, Kole would be coming over and whining about Jupiter Station this, or his family that.He knew he should just let it go, let Kole mourn the anniversary in his own way, but he didn't need to be part of this every single year.Shifting the blanket over him, Mik tried to bury his head underneath his pillow. He had been flying with Kole for over ten years now, and when Kole was still a kid, it was fine, but now... this was starting to get excessive.The small console above his bunk started beeping, indicating a nearby gravity mass. Mik groaned. That beeper meant that his job was calling.Grumpily, he climbed out of bed and threw on his ratty, dirty T-shirt. He figured that they were going to finally be docking on Jupiter Station, and he'd be able to stretch his legs, and even better, get away from the ship and from K
Dream Rising, Part 2The stars drifted lazily past the viewport, each shining speck leaving a slight streak through the sky. Kole closed his eyes for a moment, trying to regain his composure.He really was going to do it this time.His hand reached for the radio controls on the console of the ship. All he had to do was to make one call. One quick request to land burst, and he'll be done. He'll be fine.He pulled his hand back. He couldn't do it. One again, he had failed.He quickly diverted himself, calling up the Jupiter Station net connection. It had the usual info for deep space travelers, such as docking procedures and traffic info, but he always liked their connection for one other purpose.It was easily hackable.With only a few flicks of his fingers, he was able to get access to his father's bank account which had been sealed after his death. It was supposed to be his when he turned eighteen, but legal wrangling, a few greedy guardians, and his own flight into deep space kept it locked down and prot
Dream Rising, Part 1He jumped in his chair, shaken away by the loud, horrid beeping that the main console was emitting. Groggily he slapped his hand on the display panel, calling up the reason for the alert.POWER FAILURE IN ENGINE 2. COMPLETE MELTDOWN IN FORTY MINUTES.He glanced at it, and groaned in his seat."Mik," he yelled, not moving from his seat, "We're losing power again.""Huh?" was the call from the hall behind the cockpit. "What's it say?""Meltdown in fourty.""Aw, piss." Mik stormed into the stuffy cockpit, taking the seat next to him. "We carry one stinkin' load of rats, and they go and chew through everything in the ship." He sighed, wiping his hand through his greasy hair. "Call up the diagnostic. I need to know which wires they pulled out."He waved his hand lazily around the console, calling up blueprints of their freighter. "Port radial cooling power coupling. Engine two."Mik glared at him, trying to get the younger crew member to actually get out of his seat... yet it was all
Dream Rising, Prologue"GENERAL ALERT: DECOMPRESSION IN DECKS 32 AND 33. EVACUATE SECTION 4 IMMEDIATELY." "Karin, get the children out of here. Something's going on.""But Rik...""GO!" he shouted, pushing his wife towards the door. "Run to the shuttle bay and get the kids on board. I want you to be ready to leave the moment something happens.""And where do you think you'll be going?" she asked, the panic in her threatening to overtake her voice. "You don't know what you're doing... we're only here on a vacation!""It doesn't matter. Station security will need the help right now." He finished taking off his tie and throwing it on the bed before turning back toward Karin. "I need to do what I can. You know this."Karin made to argue with her husband, but closed her mouth. When Rik made up his mind, it was set. "Fine. Go. I'm taking Reyna and Kole with me, though."Rik nodded, kissing his wife gently. "I won't be long. Have the shuttle warmed up, and make sure you have the radio set to the PA systems.