Imunna just save this hear for now cause pages is being stupid >,< >ahem< It happened so long ago now, it feels like a legend, or a children's story. Once upon a time, on a night like any other, the great minds of our planet were pouring over the sky in search of answers, as they had done and would do countless times. At the peak of the northern sky they saw something, something that couldn't be seen with the eye. It was a hole in space, hungry and dark, small as a moon but more massive beyond reckoning. Powerless to intervene, they watched the hole plunge into the sun, drinking of its solar blood before bursting free from the other side. Damage done, it disappeared back into the unknown as suddenly as it had arrived. Injured, bleeding, the sun lashed out at us. Millions were killed, millions more burned or poisoned. Systems failed or were destroyed, storms rocked every country on earth, forests and cities burned, mass panic gripped the globe, it was hell for weeks as we waited for the sun to die and take us with it, or relent and begin to heal. The same great minds that had watched powerless before argued among themselves about what would happen now, as if it would make any difference to the sun. They would not emerge in agreement until after the sky returned to normal. The news was grim. Where the sun would have lived for a millennia, it now had only centuries. This time, instead of panic, people were sad, a happy kind of sad ... the human race is different when you can see the finish line. What was the point in accomplishing anything with only a generation left. That's what most people thought at first anyway, but a few people thought differently, and started to convince the rest. If Earth was doomed, then a new home would have to be found. People would have to be chosen to survive, ships would need to be built. Much had been done in the hundred years prior, divisions between countries and individuals holding back progress, surely a united people could accomplish what needed to be done in a hundred more. November 17th, 2337 - Ursa Minor is the last of fifteen deep space colony ships to be launched from earth before the sun goes critical, passing Pluto as humanity's home planet is swallowed up by the sun. The crew is already in stasis, the computer initiating measure to follow a course selected before the first rivets and welds were ever put in place. Each on board has accepted that they may never wake up again, knows what is at stake if they do, knows there is no home now to return to, that home is now something to be found and made anew. No one can say if they will succeed or fail, only time will tell. TECHNOLOGY Medical Communication/Media Transportation Discovery/Sensory Computing Defensive/Offensive Newp, too sleepy, work in progress >yawn< DO NOT POST HERE! POST IN THE OOC BITTYBIT!