Journey to the federation Pt 1

Posted on Mon Mar 1st, 2021 @ 3:50pm by Staff Warrant Officer Reo'thanra Sandtail
Edited on on Tue Mar 2nd, 2021 @ 2:07am

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Artania, Horizon City
764 words - 1.5 OF Standard Post Measure

The Heat of Artania’s Monochromatic Basin was All consuming and ever present. A heat so all consuming that the Primitive life forms of the planet had almost exclusively Developed into Primarily subterranean species. A heat blasted planet that most sentient species would have written of as nearly uninhabitable based off the Heat alone. Artens were not most species however. In the face of a Furnace, They’d Taken a route Many others had Ruled as either impossible, or Unethical and edited the entire Genome of a Significant population that had been selected for Colonization duties.

That had been over two hundred years ago. Reo’thanra Sandtail, the Long descendant of those first few thousands of Colonists Watched as heat waves rippled off the Black and white sands of his Home world, an Content, if not exhausted Look on his face. He gave a shake of his head and started walking again, his thickened Paw pads splaying out with each step through the Sun baked sand. Clad in a Lightweight Pale white Cloak of Synthetic Fibers he moved like a wraith across the sands towards A Line of Dunes that broke the Monotony of the Heat washed floor of the Vast basin.

Artania was A harsh mistress, He thought to himself as he padded through the sands, glad his Ancestors had once had the foresight to give the Colonists of the Desert world thicker pads on their paws to help with the loose grainy sand. As he Trudged through the sand his large ears twitched and flicked with instinct cooling his body much like a Giant Radiator would. It was here among the sands that He’d first learned Engineering with the constant Repairs that were needed to keep His clans Water Purifiers running optimally as they Pulled the water from the deep Crater lakes that dotted sporadically over the Surface. His path would eventually take him to the Rim of the dune, Revealing A deep crater of Ruddy red rock, easily dipping down several Kilometers toward a Large Bloody red Inland sea what splashed quietly against the shoreline.

The Craters rim was lined with Buildings with Intricate patterns of streets cutting through their midst. While some buildings stretched upwards towards the Harsh light of the sun, the majority of the Rounded buildings were short squat structures. Structures that Reo knew extended Hundreds of meters down into the Cool Cave networks that made up the majority of the Cities footprint. Horizon city had been the first of the Arten Colonies to the sister planets of Cordia and Artania. And it easily dwarfed her sister Cities in size, complexity and productivity, as Huge Sums of Titanium was Processed Here from the sands and Rock beneath.

With the sun so High in the sky already Reo knew he’d be hard pressed to find a social call here in his home, with the overwhelming majority of his Clan and their neighbors having long since adapted to being Nocturnal on the world of Intense heat, but with his Mission to the federation starting soon, he apricated the Quiet chance to wander his home town one last time before shipping out to alien territory. His steps caried him through the market place, his bright green eyes wandering across the delicate script his kind used for casual language. Part of him wondered how many of these shops would be open when He returned, as well as if Currency would still be a thing.

His thoughts drifted to the upcoming vote, and the major reason he, and a dozen other specialists from the military were heading into the federation. After nearly a century of interactions between the two Stellar powers The arten Confederacy was finally taking a vote to see if its citizens wanted to join with the United federation of planets, or remain independent for another decade or two. As it was Reo wasn’t sure either way, but He was excited to get a look out through the federations eyes, even if it was a Cherry picked, propaganda filled perspective.

His thoughts were shattered as his Wrist com Beeped. “Warrant officer Sandtail, report to landing pad six, diplomatic Transfer Craft ACDF Ravager has finished Preparations and will be departing the system in Twelve hours.” A Cold Robotic voice issued from the speaker just over the screen that was wrapped around his wrist.

“Warrant officer Sandtail Acknowledges,” he said quietly as he tapped at his wrist. A heavy, Heat scorched sigh later he was on his to the Flat landing area that served as the cities Primary loading dock.