Tame the Kraken!

[Norcurion]

I'd like to develop a little story based upon my failed try of Ziv's Jool - Big 5 challenge. I'm no native English speaker, so please be kind Feel free to ask if something in the text isn't comprehensible

It will partly consist of text, partly of screenshots with the story written as the comments from the subsequent pictures of the imgur gallery.

TAME THE KRAKEN

Chapter 1: Dark Clouds

Some while ago, in a well known little solar system...

Jebedia Kerman, head of the Kerbal Space Program, was called upon the "Security and Prosperity Council" of the United Worlds of Kerbin.

The new Lord of the United Worlds (LOTUWOK - as they call him in the KSP) was known for his strange views regarding space exploration.

Jeb started to feel a little unwell in the stomach as he entered the low entrance hall of the great, pompous (and a little bit pretentious) government Building in Kerbana, the capitol.

He walked trough many corridors, decorated with crimson carpets on the wall (crimson carpets behind green heads – pah !) , through rooms adorned with flowers and pictures of green heads, once important and now gone.

The multiple security guards eyed him suspiciously as they searched him.

The climate had changed. Nothing was left of the jubilant feeling, the joy that was shown on his last arrival, shortly after that glorious mission to Minmus.

While he paced down the floor he tried to identify the sense.

Hostility.

That's what he felt after he arrived.

There was no time left to think about that. He had reached the operational wing of the building where the Council was located.

He pushed open the great, two-winged door and was bewildered.

The great painted canvas with the achievements of decades of Kerbal engineering and pioneering spirit, those great reminder of the past that graced the room on all the walls - which should remind everybody of the most important things – were gone!

Even the precious ancient drawing of Hugbert Kerman, the first Kerbal to archive an suborbital spaceflight, was gone!

He remembered this heroic feat that he heard of the first time in history class.

Hugbert blasted himself into space 80 years ago with an old rusty heating pipe filled with the powder of thousands of firecracker as a solid rocket booster, lashed on a chair that was welded on a giant pan as a heat shield. (the pan was from one of those ridiculous town events they call: "We grill the greatest sausage of all timesâ€Â

That this gem of history was gone could mean only trouble.

He found himself on a chair, facing the seven council members sitting opposed to him at a twelve meter long, wooden desk (just like the judges in a courtroom).

In the middle sat the LOTUWOK, a face as grim as that of an Kerbonaut who was grounded.

“And here we shall have him, MR. Jebedia Kerman, right?â€Â

“Yeeeeesâ€Â, he said in a long sustained way (cause he hated to point out the obvious )

“Then your the big kahuna of this space thing?†the LOTUWOK asked with a sneer grin.

He suddenly thought back to the old LOTUWOK, a entertaining and cosmopolitan man, Lord Joso, who always had had a friendly word for him. Unpleasant matter that he had to die right in the dawn of this great Jool Mission the KSP had planned for several years now.

“Yeeeeees indeeeeed, thats me, the Lord Commander of the Kerbal Space Program, as who I am known and referred toâ€Â, Jeb stated as polite as he could muster.

“You shall hear our verdict now: it is not longer necessary that Kerbal individuals travel to space, as it is our belief that they belong down on this GREEN Planet.

I hereby declare, effectively with the First of January, that spaceflight is restricted to unkerboled vessels and shall be used only to launch satellites to provide services to the planet itself.

You are dismissed!â€Â

Jeb hinted a bow, just enough to meet the etiquette, mumbled “your lordshipâ€Â, turned around and raced out of the hall, his head discolored in an unnatural dark, nearly yellow shade.

This damnable, stupid old man! he thought...

The Kerbal Parliament was elected by all Kerbals to ensure that the individual rights of every Person was respected, but the head of state, the Grand Lord, had to be a peer of one of the ancient noble Houses of the Planet. He was to set the general objectives of the state's policy and he was quite powerful as long as he did not violate specific rights stated by the constitution. Furthermore the line of succession was – to put it mildly – complex (Building a Tylo Lander was a piece of cake compared to the heraldry of Kerbin).

He pulled out his Celly, pushed the speed dial button and heard that somebody picked up the phone. There was nothing but background static, no one answered.

He whispered “Monomethylhydrazine†and thought for a moment to hear somebody say “Crap†before the call was terminated.

Edited January 27, 2014 by Norcurion