[center][h2]The Landing[/h2][/center]

This... This is a fresh start. Daniel watched through the view screens embedded into the ship as it spiralled, the blue orb of Earth lazily rotating below them. Where there was land, grey and brown stretched, South America a yellow plain from which it would never recover. Africa, torn apart by drought, was almost deserted, only a few enclaves in the very south, where Namibia and South Africa clung on for dear life, and in the very north, where Egypt, the once-cradle of humanity, sullenly stood. Australia was ashen, Canada frozen... He could remember when it was all green.

He turned to the crew on the 'bridge,' of the colony ship, where officers scurried about, preparing for the jump into the Outside; the area where space and time no longer applied. Finally, a crewmember looked up. "President? We're ready to enter the void. When you wish..." She indicated towards a large panel, where a touchscreen sat. With a few taps, the screen flashed red, and he looked down on it, taking a deep breath. 'Jump?' was the singular word on the screen, with two buttons, one red, the other smaller and grey.

Closing his eyes, Daniel pressed down on the red, a jolt running through his body as the entire ship vaulted through everything known. To an observer, it would have simply been swallowed up all at once, as if God himself had simply plucked it away from sight and hidden it somewhere, inside it would be like nothing happened, however...

Four thousand lightyears had been traversed in the blink of an eye. Who knew how long it had actually been, time was a finicky thing, and one of the first tests of the device had turned up ten years- ad that had been a short jump, just to Mars. If they had miscalculated in any way, they could be thousands of years in the future- or past. At least, that was until they confirmed the time on-board. Three minutes; that was how long the special anomaly that marked their passage lasted. Below them, the world of Gaia sat, an unassuming green surface, dual moons merrily spinning around it.

They descend rapidly, the small amount of fuel remaining on board being used to ease themselves down to the surface. They had to be careful, after such a large jump their plasma generator would be down for substantial length of time, a number of months, perhaps even a year. With expert piloting, they landed in a grassy savannah, the [i]Might Of the North[/i] hissing down for the last time.

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