HansonKerman

Okay, trying to make these nightly, but don't count on it. Interlude III Be'twixit Chapter VI and Chapter VII D.C.E. (Darbel Common Era) Timeline ---- c. 0 D.C.E. Darbels discover space - c. 1 D.C.E. Artificial Intelligence perfected. ---- c. 3 D.C.E. Inter-dimensional portals are revolutionized, and have become much more reliable. ---- 20 D.C.E. Darbels launch first satellite, Backup 1. Contains coordinates of ESC (Eden Space Center), photos of key ESC staff, and "Hello" in 20 different Edenian languages. ---- 20-22 D.C.E. Backups 2-4 launched. Everything important to the Darbels is stored in these satellites. Also in all of the satellites is an emergency transponder message, designed to repeatedly brodcast an SOS throughout space, time, and reality, until help arrives. - 200 D.C.E. Space travel perfected. Cruises to Serpent are commonplace now. -2000 D.C.E. Space luxury perfected. Flying hotels to the moons of Pearl are commonplace now. Teleporters perfected. No need for all that pesky intermediate space anymore!

Oh, okay. It's just... I haven't succeeded in doing anything with KASu just yet.

Very nice! Cannot wait for more.

Hrrmmm... got some time. Interlude II Between Chapter VI and Chapter VII Two (2) KSP Daily* newspaper clippings *The KSP Daily is the official Kerbal Space Program newspaper, read by all KSC workers. The KSP Daily April 31, 2095 K.C.E. _______________________________ GENE KERMAN GONE! In a freak Code-7, the KSC Tracking Station Hub has been completely destroyed, along with priceless machinery, the Tracking Station Central Computer itself, and many lives. No-one yet knows the cause of the orbital debris, other than the fact that 9 of the largest S4- series tanks, suddenly materialized out of nowhere. Field reporters, such as Billy-Bobsy and Spinkles Kerman, are still attempting to find out the cause. Gene Kerman is presumed dead, but we have no proof of this, other than the fact that 800,000,000 tons of metal, suddenly dropped on him. Perfectly reasonable to assume that he's alive. Right? The KSP Daily May 1, 2095 K.C.E. _______________________________ K.S.S. FIRESTAR GONE! In an unusual accident involving Nattalian Kerman, the K.S.S. Firestar, and time, the K.S.S. Firestar has mysteriously disappeared off all screens. Although this may be because all the transponders have been dismantled, after all, it is a starship filled with criminals, or maybe because the K.S.S. Salvation has no really, actually... err... working, Tracking Screen, it's a lot more likely that it just disappeared through a wormhole or something. Further field work is encouraged. I promise, the Seeker Project is slightly more likely than last time to make a comeback...

My gosh, I don’t know what Shakespeare was thinking, you. Are. A. Writer. Cannot wait for the next chapter and, best chapter yet.

What! You have to tell me how to work that thing!

Hey, peeps, I've been taking some time off KSP, don't know when I'll get back to it, I'm busy with Starbound, schoolwork, blah, so here's an interlude to pass the time. Interlude I Between Chapter VI and Chapter VII EVA Log - May 1, 2095 KCE, Nattalian Kerman I wake up from a coma. The last week is a blur. The most recent thing I remember is the Firestar vanishing. I EVA, let go, time seems to speed up with just a thought and... poof! Weird. Hmm. Wonder if I'm dreaming. Ow. Nope! Huh. So, I'm floating out in space. Well, one Kerbal closer to complete extinction. And... I'm talking to nobody.... Hmm... am I crazy? Well, on the chance that someone reads/listens to this log, I'll start from the beginning. My name is [FILE CORRUPTED] Kerman. Sister to Modrin Kerman. We've had a rivalry going with Val and her brother, Jeb. Ugh, the stuck-up brats. Fine, admittedly, they're actually pretty good pilots. But I should have won that shiny trophy at that air race. How was I supposed to know they allowed sibling duos? Just because it was on the poster- fine. Anyway, about me. [FILE CORRUPTED, SOMETHING WITH NA AND SISTIYE] er. And both of us are better pilots than Valentina Kerman. I am - or was, I might be dead - the chief engineer aboard the K.S.S. [FILE CORRUPTED]r. And I am strictly opposed to all kolinization. It contaminates planets, all life! I'm not afraid to drive the entire Kerbal race to extinction if it means the survival of other races. There's this whole musical number, <on tape, Nattalian procures a small sheet of paper and holds it up to the camera> it needs two Kerbals though. Whatever. <she puts the sheet away> So, I'm in a bit of a not-so-tight not-squeeze here. Exactly the opposite, in fact. I have a throbbing headache, and there is literally nobody here. Loneliness. That's what I'm feeling right now. Modrin's somewhere in Moho orbit... wait, shouldn't I be too? I'm where I want to be... Kerbin orbit, but... Huh. Must've been [FILE CORRUPTED] or something. Well, I can... move. You learn something new every day. Find new stuff to learn. So. Stranded. In Kerbin orbit. Alone. No backup. And a part of the anti-kolinization group. Well, [IT'S GOOD LUCK ON THE RECOVERY TEAM'S PART THAT THIS PART OF THE FILE WAS CORRUPTED, BECAUSE IT WAS FILLED WITH ALL MANNER OF RUDE TALK THAT NO SELF-RESPECTING PERSON WOULD WANT TO READ. IN FACT, NO-ONE IS REALLY SURE THAT THE RECOVERY TEAM DIDN'T CORRUPT THIS PART OF THE TAPE ON PURPOSE. AND THEY TOTALLY DID NOT. AND THEY ALSO DID NOT DROP THE TAPE IN A PATCH OF DIRT. THAT WOULDN'T BE GOOD! IT WOULD TOTALLY CORRUPT THIS PART OF THE FILE!!! WELL, ONE LESS LONG STRING OF SWEARS IN LIFE NOW]. Anyway, now that's off my chest... wait. Incoming transmission? Patch it through, computer. [EVER SINCE THE BEGINNING OF THE PARAGRAPH, THE PICTURE HAS BECOME INCREASINGLY FUZZY, SAME WITH THE SOUND. PAST THIS POINT, THE FILE IS COMPLETELY CORRUPTED, AND IRREPARABLE. FURTHER ASSISTANCE IS REQUIRED TO FIND OUT THE REST OF THE TAPE, SO BASICALLY, THAT'S THE END, OR AT LEAST THE END OF ANYTHING INTELLIGIBLE.] The end. Hope you enjoyed this short interlude. I promise, the Seeker project will (probably) make a comeback... Note: I don’t actually intend to have a musical number.

3034: You wonder if @Fraston will do the next floor.

90/45 What is a human?

When you are looking at a picture of must... not... say... Kerbin... Earth and wonder What happened to Kerbin's cont.. oh, right. When you try to timewarp through something. Ooooooh, yes. This too. Sooo true. Oh, another. When you have KSP wallpaper on your computer and try to turn it off.

I thought you ordered hot soup! Waitress! @Fraston is still dropping rockets into his soup, and it's very noisy!

3047: You see a room with lots of computers showing persistent.sfs files for forum threads. You decide not to touch them.

Expedition Ee!: A short story with lots of screaming.

Thanks!

Yeah. That would be nice!

Thanks!

Any idea how to make my story... less cheesy/corny/other negative aspect? Link is in sig, but for any who can't find it (or have signature viewing turned off), link is below: And yes, the grammatical error at the end of Chapter 6 - Enter Captin (yes, also intended, spelling error) Stelala Kerman is, also intended.

Just wait for the hangover to wear off, then let him return to normal life.

Umm... why?

OOOOoooooo, ominuser than last time...

I thought you meant something to do with @Matt Lowne...

Wait... do you mean what I think when you say “Eve..., Duna”? And, how about Jool? Might be the fifth race... Nope. Kraken City.

proph·e·cy ˈpräfəsē/ noun noun: prophecy; plural noun: prophecies a prediction. "a bleak prophecy of war and ruin" synonyms: vision; Find Moar "her prophecy is coming true" the faculty, function, or practice of prophesying. "the gift of prophecy" synonyms: fortune-telling, prediction, soothsaying "the gift of prophecy" Chapter 6 - Enter Stella Kerman Stellala Kerman woke up to the sound of pinging, the ominous prophecy ringing in her ears. Ping... ping... ping... It had been 3 days since she ... had it, so to speak. Ping... ping... ping... Beep. What? Beep. Oh. Beep. ping... ping..-- "Oh, put a sock in it." "Sorry, Captain." Stellala sighed. " 'S fine, computer." "Perhaps you would like to hear the prophecy again, study it?" Stellala Kerman almost never deviated from her schedule. "Schedule?" "Current time: 1:11. Schedule: 1:00 Wake Up. 1:10 Ponder the prophecy. 2:18: Faint from the pure gee-force of the aerobrake or something. Schedule ends." "Well then?" "Oh, yes, the Prophecy." Stellala had had the Prophecy 3 days ago. She dreamed of starships burning up, Kerbin exploding, starships disappearing, and agony. Fear. Pain. Anger. All of it so deep within the fabric of the battle she was watching that she felt her hands and limbs were coming off by the sheer force of it. And she couldn't look away, no matter how hard she tried. Her arms came off. She started crying. She was no more than a head. Then, a stray energy pulse engulfed her, and she... died? She woke up screaming. But not nonsense screaming. Yes, there was a little, "Mommy!" and "KASA, help!" But most of it... yes, under it all, this. "When the enemy is rescued, eyes shall dim to a lifeless white. "When eyes dim, a rally shall come to Kerbin. And the rally will destroy. And then, the worst verse of all. "And at the end, no one will be there to save the day." and that's the Prophecy.

3043: You are swarmed by a swarm of birds.