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changed over the past two
years. The corridors were spotless and there were no civilians living in them.
When the
station had first been brought to the Solar System, millions of survivors had
been brought on board to live in the habitats and even inside the long wide
corridors. If not for the station, millions more would have perished on Earth. Now
all the civilians had been taken to the new habitats built across the Solar
System. The Moon, Mars, Vesta, and several other asteroids were now the homes
of the Human race. All were heavily defended and dedicated to someday seeking
revenge against the Kleese for what they had done to mankind’s home.
The Earth was
now unfit for life of any kind. Perhaps in the deepest parts of the ocean some
life might still be clinging on. The entire planet was covered by a thick and
dark cloud layer. Most of the surface was buried under deep snow, ice, and ash.
Volcanoes erupted continuously, poisoning the atmosphere, and earthquakes were
still quite common. The Kiveans had informed the Human survivors that it might
be several centuries before the planet calmed back down sufficiently before terraforming
would become practical. Even then, it would take many long decades of
terraforming before Earth could be returned to what it once was. Wade knew it
wouldn’t occur in his lifetime. In many ways, Wade felt glad he had been on
board the Kleese ship and station and hadn’t witnessed the Earth’s destruction.
As he walked,
Wade noticed numerous civilians as well as military personnel in the corridors.
The crew of the station consisted of sixty thousand civilians and twenty
thousand military personnel. It was a crew and military made up of people from
across Earth. Each had been implanted with one of the small universal
translation devices, which allowed all the different languages of the planet as
well as this section of the galaxy to be understood. Marken and several other
Kiveans had helped to program the small devices with all of Earth’s languages.
Wade took one
of the small transportation trams, which could be taken to many of the
different areas of the station. Narrow tubes crisscrossed Centerpoint, allowing
crewmembers to rapidly go from one end of the station to the other in a
reasonable amount of time. Centerpoint Station was one hundred and twenty
kilometers across and twenty-four kilometers thick. On its surface, were dozens
of habitation domes ranging anywhere from five to fifteen kilometers across. These
domes were where the station’s personnel lived and the military trained.
Wade watched
the walls whisk by as the tram hurtled through the station at a high speed. He
knew that visitors often became ill at seeing the walls passing by so quickly.
He had taken the trams so often he scarcely noticed the breakneck speed at
which they traveled. After a few minutes, the tram began to slow and then came
to a gentle stop. Wade and several others exited to find themselves on the
command level of the station.
The meeting
was going to be held in one of the conference rooms next to the Command Center, which was only a few short corridors away. It didn’t take Wade long to
reach the Command Center and as he passed it, he smiled at seeing two soldiers
in Type Two battle suits standing rigidly next to the large metal hatch that
prevented entrance. Security was tight on Centerpoint Station as it was likely
that someday the Kleese would return and try to take it back. Reaching the next
corridor, Wade walked down partway and then stopped in front of two more
soldiers in Type Two suits. He pulled his ID out of his pocket and was allowed immediate
entrance.
“Major
Nelson,” spoke an alien with a light red tinted body. The alien’s face was humanoid
with narrow eyes, no eyebrows, a wide nose, and small ears. There was no hair
on his head and he was slightly over six foot tall.
“Marken!”
spoke Wade, pleased to see the Kivean. He walked over and shook Marken’s hand.
“What are you doing
years. The corridors were spotless and there were no civilians living in them.
When the
station had first been brought to the Solar System, millions of survivors had
been brought on board to live in the habitats and even inside the long wide
corridors. If not for the station, millions more would have perished on Earth. Now
all the civilians had been taken to the new habitats built across the Solar
System. The Moon, Mars, Vesta, and several other asteroids were now the homes
of the Human race. All were heavily defended and dedicated to someday seeking
revenge against the Kleese for what they had done to mankind’s home.
The Earth was
now unfit for life of any kind. Perhaps in the deepest parts of the ocean some
life might still be clinging on. The entire planet was covered by a thick and
dark cloud layer. Most of the surface was buried under deep snow, ice, and ash.
Volcanoes erupted continuously, poisoning the atmosphere, and earthquakes were
still quite common. The Kiveans had informed the Human survivors that it might
be several centuries before the planet calmed back down sufficiently before terraforming
would become practical. Even then, it would take many long decades of
terraforming before Earth could be returned to what it once was. Wade knew it
wouldn’t occur in his lifetime. In many ways, Wade felt glad he had been on
board the Kleese ship and station and hadn’t witnessed the Earth’s destruction.
As he walked,
Wade noticed numerous civilians as well as military personnel in the corridors.
The crew of the station consisted of sixty thousand civilians and twenty
thousand military personnel. It was a crew and military made up of people from
across Earth. Each had been implanted with one of the small universal
translation devices, which allowed all the different languages of the planet as
well as this section of the galaxy to be understood. Marken and several other
Kiveans had helped to program the small devices with all of Earth’s languages.
Wade took one
of the small transportation trams, which could be taken to many of the
different areas of the station. Narrow tubes crisscrossed Centerpoint, allowing
crewmembers to rapidly go from one end of the station to the other in a
reasonable amount of time. Centerpoint Station was one hundred and twenty
kilometers across and twenty-four kilometers thick. On its surface, were dozens
of habitation domes ranging anywhere from five to fifteen kilometers across. These
domes were where the station’s personnel lived and the military trained.
Wade watched
the walls whisk by as the tram hurtled through the station at a high speed. He
knew that visitors often became ill at seeing the walls passing by so quickly.
He had taken the trams so often he scarcely noticed the breakneck speed at
which they traveled. After a few minutes, the tram began to slow and then came
to a gentle stop. Wade and several others exited to find themselves on the
command level of the station.
The meeting
was going to be held in one of the conference rooms next to the Command Center, which was only a few short corridors away. It didn’t take Wade long to
reach the Command Center and as he passed it, he smiled at seeing two soldiers
in Type Two battle suits standing rigidly next to the large metal hatch that
prevented entrance. Security was tight on Centerpoint Station as it was likely
that someday the Kleese would return and try to take it back. Reaching the next
corridor, Wade walked down partway and then stopped in front of two more
soldiers in Type Two suits. He pulled his ID out of his pocket and was allowed immediate
entrance.
“Major
Nelson,” spoke an alien with a light red tinted body. The alien’s face was humanoid
with narrow eyes, no eyebrows, a wide nose, and small ears. There was no hair
on his head and he was slightly over six foot tall.
“Marken!”
spoke Wade, pleased to see the Kivean. He walked over and shook Marken’s hand.
“What are you doing
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