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This next part is a little shorter and is something of an interlude from rocket building. Hopefully this thread in the story will make more sense in a few chapters time!

The Other Side

The village lights twinkled in the dusk as Jonton toiled up the hill towards his home. It had been a very interesting day indeed but for now he was more than a little footsore and simply looking forward to a bowl of something hot and maybe sitting out on the porch for a while with his feet in a basin of cool water. No wind tonight either to put a chill on things he thought to himself as he trudged up the garden path.

The front door opened, spilling out a fan of warm golden light onto the ground. Gerselle stood in the doorway looking partly amused and partly exasperated.

“What time do you call this, Jonton Kermol?"

Jonton opened his mouth to speak but saw the corner of Gerselle's mouth quirked upwards in a half smile. “I'm not sure," he answered “but I do know it's way past supper time."He sniffed the air appreciatively. “Fortunately for me, it seems like someone left some white bean stew on the stove."

He gave Gerselle a brief hug. “Think I'll just wash the road dust off before supper. This kerbal will be a lot nicer to be around after a quick hose down."

Gerselle wrinkled her nose at him. “You just go ahead and do that. It'll make this kerbal a lot nicer to be around too."

Jonton chuckled as he went inside. The house was a fairly normal kermol dwelling - a simple circular hut, built around the trunk of a Kerm tree with three walls marking out rooms for sleeping, eating or bathing. The kermwood walls were polished to a soft inviting glow and colourful homespun rugs littered the floor. Jonton stepped through into the bathing room, slipping off his rumpled travelling clothes as he did so. Grabbing a large handful of dripping sweetmoss from the pool, he sponged himself vigorously, the water running off his skin in icy rivulets. Shivering but feeling much refreshed he took a spare poncho from the rail and padded out onto the porch, fingers combing his hair back out of his eyes as he went.

A steaming bowl of stew was waiting for him on the table and was demolished in short order. By the time he had helped himself to a second bowl from the stove, Gerselle was waiting for him on the porch, rocking back and forth in her chair.

“So, were the stories true?"

Jonton pushed his empty bowl away with a contented sigh. “Sort of. Or at least the more sensible ones were. There was definitely a rocket - and three crazy kerbals packed into a can on top of the rocket too. It didn't fly around the world though - I'm guessing the kerman are probably working on that part." He looked wistful. “Actually, I say crazy but they seemed like pretty level types to be honest."

Gerselle shifted in her chair. “Were there many other kermol at the launch?"

“Quite a few actually. Patbro was there, Ludvis as well. Didn't recognise too many after that but there were plenty of grey robes dotted around the crowd." Jonton scratched his head. “The Interplanetary Society were careful to come over and talk to us too - actually, some of us went back to their factory afterwards to have a look round and meet the team."

Gerselle looked amused. “Interplanetary Society?"

Jonton nodded. “Kerbin Interplanetary Society is what they call themselves. Bit of a grand name at the moment really - the flight this afternoon was impressive but it sure didn't go near any planets other than Kerbin. He smiled. “But like I said, I reckon they're working on that. Not that I blame them after seeing those pictures."

“Pictures?" asked Gerselle curiously.

“Pictures of Kerbin, taken out of the window of the last rocket they flew. A lot of them weren't that good but there was one that was simply beautiful. Kerbin on one side, all greens and blues, the dark sky on the other but with even more stars." Jonton paused. “And the Mun rising over the horizon."

Gerselle looked at him. “We could always go kerman for a year or two you know," she said softly.

Jonton smiled again. “It's a kind offer, love but we've got plenty of time yet. I have a feeling they'll be flying into space for many years to come." He gazed fondly at the tiny tousled head peeping sleepily out of her poncho. “Besides, living amongst the Kerm does have its advantages."

Little Joenie wriggled as she was lifted out of her pouch and squeaked grumpily in the sudden cold as she was passed across to her father. Jonton wrapped his daughter in a corner of his poncho and murmured to her in soothing tones as he snuggled her into one shoulder. Joenie burrowed into the comforting warmth and promptly fell asleep again.

The two kerbals sat on the porch as the Mun rose over the trees, sometimes sitting in companiable silence, sometimes talking of this and that. Eventually, Jonton couldn't hold back any longer and yawned widely, trying his best not to disturb the sleeping kerblet at his shoulder. Gerselle made a shooing gesture at him. “You get to your bed, Jonton Kermol - you know you've got a long night ahead of you."

He reluctantly unwrapped his daughter's fingers from his ear and gently handed her back to her mother.

The bedroom was fragrant with the faintly cinnamony odour of Kerm leaves and Jonton noted absently that the new buds near the ceiling had finally opened. The large clump of leaves at the head of his bed unfolded as he approached, making a very inviting looking pillow. They rustled slightly as he lay down, curling themselves around his head. As Jonton drifted off to sleep, he was only vaguely aware of the familiar tickling sensation of hundreds of wispy leaf hairs burrowing into his scalp.

That night he dreamed of rockets and kerbals flying far out beyond the reach of Kerbin. High above his head, the Kerm trees rustled in the still night air.


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Wow, that was...different :sealed: Nice go at world-building - now we'll be waiting for more exposition :D And 'pouch'? Did you mean folded poncho, or are you imagining Kerbals as marsupial-like species?

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Thanks Mekan1k. That means a lot to me, particularly given your own contributions to the Fan Works forum!

Scotius - yeah 'different' probably sums it up :D Different enough that I figured some sort of 'honestly - this is still part of the story' comment was in order first. As a wise man once said, exposition will only get you so far, at some point you need some kind of conflict to drive the narrative. This chapter lays the groundwork for picking up on that.

The only problem is that the conflict I have in mind goes to the heart of what it means to be kerbal (in my imagining of them at any rate) and how kerbal society works. So yeah - more exposition incoming! As far as possible, I'm hoping to do this by action rather than too many large slabs of dialogue but seriously, if anyone has any tips and tricks on how to avoid clunky exposition, I'm all ears. This is my first piece of creative writing of any substantial length, so I'm far from experienced with any sort of story telling techniques.

Oh - and pouches. Yeah, I envisage kerbals as being marsupial. I don't think they really have the patience for sitting on a nest and given their physical proportions, I didn't think that making them mammalian would work too well either!

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Heh, they do have sort of round bellies - so yeah, it can work. Ahh, exposition - bane of fanfic writers. We have clear image of our world in our heads, but how to transmit it to the readers without losing something important? Either by 'large slabs of text', or by 'talking heads'. Or, eventually, by surreptitiously slipping slivers of local lore inside story flow. For example: I presume those 'grey robes' are some kind of religious order. Avoid explaining more of what they do, and their beliefs as long as they are not directly relevant to the story. And when such moment comes, appoint one of them Mr. Exposition by saying something like: "You dare to invade god's domain, infidel! It is our duty as protectors of the faith to punish you for insolence. Die in fire!"

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Kerbal in Space Soonest

The planet Kerbin spun sedately against the starry backdrop of space. Sunlight gleamed from the polar ice caps and from the bands of cloud that streaked the otherwise clear azure skies. A major low pressure system swirled across the southern ocean, promising wet weather ahead for the larger of the two main landmasses.

A pinprick of light flared in the skies over the northernmost reach of that same ocean. The pinprick grew larger, resolving itself into a tiny flame climbing boldly out of the atmosphere. The flame winked out and a small metal tube tumbled back towards the surface, leaving a tiny, fragile looking metal shell to coast onwards around the curve of the planet. Brief puffs of incandescent gas jetted out from the sides of the shell, setting it into a slow, graceful spin. The last rays of sunlight from Kerbol glinted off its surface as it crossed the terminator and disappeared from sight.


Ademone stood on the viewing balcony at the back of the Rockomax mission control room watching the preparations for the R1 flight unfold. The room was surprisingly quiet with nothing more than a muted babble of conversation in the background as each controller checked over his console and reported various readouts back to the flight director.

A large screen on the far wall displayed a map of Kerbin, with the projected flight path of the R1 highlighted against it. Next to it, smaller screens displayed the view over the launch pad, a view from inside the capsule and the view along the rocket itself. Other smaller monitors around the central display were blank, although Ademone knew that they would display the critical flight parameters during the mission.

Ademone studied the view along the rocket intently. Most of the screen wasn't showing anything more interesting than the guidance fins for the BA-C against a uniform expanse of grey concrete. On the edges of the image you could just pick out two of the launch cradle arms that held the booster securely in place. She shifted her gaze to the other screen to check the cradle positioning and orientation. Everything seemed to be ready. Both kerbonauts were installed in the capsule, calmly checking the spacecraft systems and chatting to the flight director.

A sudden movement from the comms console caught her eye. The controller was clearly signalling for a colleague to come and inspect something. Another kerbal walked over to the console and bent over the display screens. Ademone could see what appeared to be a heated debate, before the second kerbal went over to the flight director and whispered in her ear. The director listened intently and then pointed over to her.

The controller hurried over. “We've picked up a transmission, ma'am. It appears to be from another spacecraft."

Ademone nodded. "Are we receiving voices?"

The controller shook his head. “No. Low bandwidth data signal only. We havn't been able to decipher it but we think it's probably telemetry and flight control data."

Ademone raised her eyebrows. “Flight control data?"

“Yes, ma'am. Or at least we assume so. There appears to be a fairly regular downlink transmission but we only picked up one uplink signal before the spacecraft disappeared over our horizon."

Ademone drummed her fingers on the balcony, studying the map. “Interesting. Probably another satellite if we're not hearing any voices but it sounds like a more sophisticated one than last time if they're sending commands to it." She broke off ruefully. “Just another satellite. Isn't it amazing how quickly the extraordinary becomes ordinary. Anyway - please tell Communications to monitor for any new signals - and to keep a log too. We might be able to work out what's happening up there."

“Yes, ma'am."

Applause rippled around the room. Ademone turned her attention back to the displays in time to watch the rapidly departing R1 on one screen. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the black and white image on the other screen. It was fuzzy and kept shaking out of focus but the spectacular exhaust plume from the BA-C and the equally spectacular view of Kerbin rapidly falling away behind the booster were both very clear to see. One of the controllers flicked a switch on his console and suddenly the room was full of the muted roar from the booster and excited chatter from the two kerbonauts. Ademone made a mental note to send a recording to Leland. It would make a suitable accompaniment to the video footage from the booster.

Inside the KIS launch bunker, things were rather less restrained. Bob was bouncing up and down in his chair as Lucan announced a successful communication link to the Kerbin 2. Moments later, even Bill smiled in satisfaction as the telemetry screen lit up. The Kerbin 2 had separated from its booster right on schedule and the propulsion module appeared to be firing properly. Everyone's eyes were glued to the screen as the projected periapsis crept upwards and then stopped. Seconds later there was a brief flickering of indicator lights from Lucan's console and then the bunker erupted in jubilation as three new numbers appeared on the telemetry board.

Pitch - 0 rad/s

Yaw - 0 rad/s

Roll - 0.02 rad/s.


The kitchen at the Junkyard and Spaceship Parts company had never been busier. Excited engineers sat at the long tables, busily discussing the morning launch, speculating on whether the satellite was working and making the odd surreptitious bet on whether it would land in one piece. Lucan was sitting in a corner with Geneney talking over the flight plan when his eye was caught by the image on the television screen behind him.

“Hey, you guys - looks like someone else is launching a rocket today!"

The room suddenly went quiet. Jeb got up and turned up the volume.

“We are now seeing live images from the onboard camera. Around the edges of your screen you should just be able to make out the four 'petals' holding the BA-C booster in place. In few minutes time we'll be able to watch the flight right from the booster! If you're just tuning in now, this is the maiden flight of the Rockomax R1 capsule and the new BA-C booster. We are told that this will be a sub orbital flight only today - the rocket will not be going all the way to space - but we should still get a good view of Kerbin."

The camera switched to a view of the Rockomax launch pad revealing the BA-C booster nestled within four ungainly looking gantry arms, much to the puzzlement of the watching Interplanetary Society engineers.

A bright torrent of flame poured out of the bottom of the booster as the on screen countdown clock ticked off the last few seconds. As the clock reached zero, the gantry arms swung smoothly out of the way and the rocket lifted sedately off the pad.

Wernher frowned at the television. From the colour of the exhaust flame the thing had to be solid fueled. But even allowing for the size of the rocket, the launch profile just didn't look right. OK, it had to be a lot heavier than a Trashcan but even then the accleration, no - the rate of acceleration just looked wrong. Maybe just an odd camera angle.

Everyone in the room stared mesmerised at the screen as the viewpoint switched to the on-board camera. Even the crews of the Kerbals 1 and 2 were lost in awe at the view of Kerbin unfolding in front of them and the normally garrulous commentator seemed to be equally lost for words. The curve of the horizon was just becoming clear when the exhaust plume from the booster flared out. The view from the camera tilted abruptly sideways as it tumbled away from the unseen capsule above it. There were several groans of disappointment as the camera feed cut out and was replaced by a view out to sea, presumably from the launch site.

Cheers rang out from two crowded rooms on opposite sides of the continent at the sight of a small red and white striped parachute floating down through the cloudy sky.


The satellite spun silently through space, its camera flashing in the raw sunlight like a miniature lighthouse as it revolved. An observer from a more martial culture would have noted that it bore a distinct resemblance to a sword hilt, with a large pommel, a somewhat stubby handle and a simple, almost hemispherical guard.

Precisely timed bursts of glowing gas took the place of the swordsman's hand as the hilt spun and shifted in a delicate slow-motion choreography. A first burst checked it's spin, bringing it to a standstill. The second burst flipped it neatly over, pommel swapping place with guard. The pommel breathed fire for two long minutes and then, in a final salute, spun precisely back into place behind the guard.

The satellite raced onwards but now its stately circular path had been nudged into a slowly decreasing spiral. The onboard camera faithfully recorded the transition from night to day as it sped over the terminator for the last time. Pinpricks of light flared briefly around the base of the propulsion unit as it broke free, gliding away along its own trajectory.

Now the satellite was dipping into the first wispy fringes of atmosphere, the speed of its passing stripping electrons from their atoms in an eerie pale glow. The glow intensified, becoming suffused with crimson as the heatshield slammed into ever thickening air. The crimson rapidly shifted to a bright yellow and then became a wake of incandescent white fire, surrounding the Kerbin 2 and blazing out behind it.


The Rockomax mission control room was cool and quiet as Ademone let herself in and sat down at the communication console. Out by the launch pad, the party was in full swing and she strongly suspected that by now, the first celebratory toast to the crew of the R1 was rapidly becoming a whole string of toasts to anything and everything connected with the mission. Ademone smiled to herself. There would be more than one sore head tomorrow but everyone definitely deserved a break after the last hectic weeks before the flight.

Anyway, down to business. She flipped open the console logbook and switched on the secondary receiver. It was already tuned to the KIS frequency but there was no signal other than the normal background hiss. According to the log, the next transmissions were due any time now.

There it was. A steady stream of faint but audible signals and then suddenly a rapid and far stronger burst of encoded data. Two minutes of silence and then another shorter burst of data. Ademone paged through the log. Odd - this didn't seem to match up to any of the earlier signals. She looked up startled at yet another uplink transmission, before the steady stream of fainter transmissions resumed.

For the next hour, Ademone busied herself reviewing the flight data, whilst keeping half an ear open for the next overpass of the KIS satellite. For a moment she thought she heard the transmissions start up again but they were quickly obscured by a loud fuzz of static. Try as she might, she couldnt tune it out without losing the signal altogether. Shrugging slightly she waited patiently for it to clear.

And then, over the noise she could just make out the transmissions starting up again, growing louder and louder as the static faded away. Her eyes widened in sudden understanding. These sounded like the weaker downlink signals only a lot stronger. Which could only mean that the radio transmitter was much much closer - or much much lower as it passed overhead.


As the first few members of the Kerbin Interplanetary Society arrived at Jeb's warehouse the next morning, they found Jeb standing quietly next to a new table in the middle of the Museum. On the table, resting on a simple, yet elegant stand was the main body of the Kerbin 2, it's scorched heat shield still attached. By the time Bob arrived, there was a sense of expectancy in the air. Jeb still hadn't moved away from the table and there was a strange abstracted look on his face. In fact the last time Bob could remember seeing him like this was shortly before he suggested founding the original KIS.

Finally the last stragglers filed in and promptly fell silent as they sensed the atmosphere in the room. Jeb looked around to make sure he had everyone's attention and then began.

“My friends - yesterday we made history together."

An imperceptible ripple passed through the crowd as every kerbal unconsciously drew themselves up just a little straighter.

“When you work on something for so long, its easy for it to become routine. Just something you do - no big deal. But take a step back for a moment and consider just what we did yesterday.

"We built a machine capable of flying so high and so fast that it flew clear around the planet and might never have come back down!

“But it did come back down - because we designed it that way. Together we reached out across the void. We touched the machine. And we brought it home.

“We brought it back down through fire hot enough to vaporise steel. We brought it back down so carefully and so precisely that after a voyage of over one hundred thousand kilometres, we could take a short boat trip, pluck it neatly out of the sea and put it here on this table before you!"

Jeb paused and looked each and every kerbal in the room squarely in the eye.

“But that was yesterday.

“Today is a new day and today we take the next great step! Today we embark upon the dream of countless generations of kerbals before us. Today we finally set out to do that which we founded the Kerbin Interplanetary Society for!

“Generations of kerbals to come will look back at us and see that this was when it happened. This was when we realised that we could do it. This was the day we took the decision to put a kerbal into space and bring him - or her - safely back to Kerbin!"

Quite a number of he crowd had been half expecting something like this. Even so, the passion and the conviction in Jeb's voice was enough to send a shiver down their spines. Jeb paused again, blinking hard.

“Make no mistake my friends - this will not be easy. It will require all the skills and all the technologies we have built so far. We have rocket engines - but now we'll need bigger ones. We have capsules - but now we'll need better ones.

“But most of all, we're going to need volunteers. Someone to pilot the ships. Someone to forge a new path and set Kerbalkind on the road to the stars! And I believe that each and every kerbal standing here today should be given the chance to be one of those volunteers if they so choose.

“To be a pilot for Project Moho."


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I have a lot of words, but they are simply inadequate for the task. So - instead i will take my hat off, and bow to you and your writing skills. Well done, sir - very well done indeed.

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*bows before Jeremy and Scotius*

Mr.Pseudonym - Yup, Project Moho was fairly blatant Project Mercury tribute :) but then again 'Kerbal in Space Soonest' was a nod in that direction too! There's a couple of other references to actual manned programs in the story too. It's actually been really interesting reading up on Project Mercury as 'research' for this part.

To Qwertyx2y and JakeGrey - thank you and glad you like it! Next chapter is underway, although I confess to slacking off a little this weekend to (gasp) play KSP rather than writing about it :) Crew selection is done though - Project Moho has it's pilots. Time to build those ships and then go light some candles...

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*bows before Jeremy and Scotius*

Mr.Pseudonym - Yup, Project Moho was fairly blatant Project Mercury tribute :) but then again 'Kerbal in Space Soonest' was a nod in that direction too! There's a couple of other references to actual manned programs in the story too. It's actually been really interesting reading up on Project Mercury as 'research' for this part.

To Qwertyx2y and JakeGrey - thank you and glad you like it! Next chapter is underway, although I confess to slacking off a little this weekend to (gasp) play KSP rather than writing about it :) Crew selection is done though - Project Moho has it's pilots. Time to build those ships and then go light some candles...

There should be 7 pilots first round, then the new nine, then the kerballo program 14, etc... :)

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Ok, guys: it's time to vote for your favourite Mercury astronaut.

Mine is Scott Carpenter (because Pete Conrad kinda flunked :P). I know - the guy was not really popular, and he never went to space again. But i like his attitude as it was described in The Right Stuff. He was kind of Renaissance man, liked the science side of the program and was really thrilled to be in space because...y'know - SPACE! I would be like that in his place :D

Second is Alan Shepard - he was stone cold pro. Kinda like Jeb, but with less goofiness :wink:

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Carpenter for me too - meh I messed up my re-entry but I was doing SCIENCE up here. Kinda like Leonov on the Soviet side. First man in history to do an EVA, has a real hairy moment getting back into the capsule and the first thing he does - start drawing the view from space with a sketch pad and coloured pencils he took with him! But then - and no disrespect to the Americans, I always get the impression that the Soviet astronauts were much more 'y'know - SPACE!' about the whole adventure.

Seriously - no disrespect. The time I went to DC, I spent most of my time in the Air and Space Museum at the Smithsonian. Talk about a kid in a candy store :) That's some history you can be proud of - it certainly made me wish that we had an equivalent back here in the UK. Ah well - if we ever pony up to get Skylon working...

Astronauts in general - Pete Conrad without a shadow of a doubt. Inspirational leader, stone cold pilot but with a sense of humour too. Kind of guy you'd go for a beer with or go for a trip around the moon with. My favourite part of Apollo 12 was probably when he passed the controls of the LM ascent module over to Bean, just because he figured Bean deserved a chance to do some of the flying too. Not on the mission plan but as he said at the time - what are they going to do - they can't even hear us right now!

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I think our (American) Astronauts were supposed to be steely eyed rocket men so they were selected by those qualities. Me? I'd be squealing like a school girl all the way up into orbit. :D

I was a bit young to remember any of Project Mercury (the program ended in 63 and I was 3 at the time). I have faint memories of Project Gemini. I followed Project Apollo pretty well.

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@Bostlabs. Wish I could say the same! Sadly, I wasn't even a twinkle in my daddy's eye when Apollo 17 splashed down and I doubt I took much notice of AAP either :)

Story is rolling along. This next chapter is going to be reasonably substantial I think - it's already sitting at just a shade over 2200 words.

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