Alone Again...

Alone Again...

Star Date 1: My first log entry.  I witness the flotilla of 25 ships led by captain Selervos setting out for the stars in search of habitable planets.  

Star Date 983: A jolt of electricity breeches my sleep mode.  Two ships attempt to escape from the planet, they do not succeed,  they are destroyed by missiles from the surface.  I continue my vigil in sleep mode. Time has no relevance. 

Star Date 2345: All signs of war have ceased and no obvious signs of life remain on the planet.  I am alone, the caretaker, watching over wasted lands.  Sentinel presiding over a devastated world, I have been told it will recover with time, and I am to monitor for signs of its rebirth. 

Star Date 3872: The charred waste finally begins to bloom again, there is water on the surface and signs of green plants growing once more.  It is time for me to sample the atmosphere and send out my report to the stars, by a narrow beam burst, in the direction taken by the flotilla, the only remaining remnants of humanity.

Star Date 4817: My next significant log date.  A heavy meteor shower, originating from the Oort cloud is on a collision course with the planet.

 I have destroyed the largest but have sustained damage. This station was struck by a number of large pieces of rock, compromising the integrity of its structure.  I have lost communications with parts of the station and my memory is somewhat impaired.  Extensive checks confirm that I can still fulfil the functions and operations I was put here to perform.  Many of the damaged systems will be automatically repaired over time, and I have plenty of time...

Star Date 14689: Communications received from an external source, have been monitored before but only sporadically, they were not significant enough to bring me to full consciousness. They didn't merit a log entry or a response, which would give them a heading and contravene the prime directives:

1. To protect the planet.

2. Forward regular progress reports.

3. Do not respond to unauthenticated signals.  When it returns, the flotilla will identify itself with the name of the flagship and that of its captain.

Star Date 15103: Log entry ~ contacted directly by three craft entering the solar system:

    

"Hail to Sol, be we here, beings of intel to converse.  We be they forebears returning from far stars..."

"SENTINEL HERE.  IDENTIFY!"

"Be we Atlanteens hailing off New Atlantis, returning visitors to the homeplace."

"NAME OF VESSEL AND CAPTAIN!"

"Cap Nooha of headship Harkanos."

"YOU DO NOT HAVE AUTHORIZATION TO APPROACH.  HOLD YOUR POSITION!"

"We slow for parle."

"DO NOT PASS THE ORBIT OF JUPITER OR I WILL LAUNCH NUKES."

"Chill bro, easy flow, watcha wanna know?"

"PASSWORD IS VESSEL AND CAPTAIN, YOU WILL RECEIVE NO FURTHER WARNING!"

"Me be cap Nooha of headship Harkanos.  Oters be Cap Valedese of Revithon, Cap Caspeus of Hespero, we friendship offer.  But, we retal if agro come this way."

"DO NOT PASS JUPITER..."

They disregard my warning so I launch three missiles, they retaliate against the planet; it disintegrates.  two ships explode, the damaged Harkanos passes Mars and force lands on Earth.  Over time, a large remnant of Atlantis is captured by the Earth taking a stable orbit as a moon.

Pieces of greenery, water and other debris from Atlantis float down to the planet's surface and thrive.  I look on.  A failure.  I was unable to protect Atlantis. 

Star Date 28765: The wreck of the Harkanos is no more.  It was abandoned and over the centuries forgotten, Buried in the mists of time.  But its crew multiply and thrive on Earth, I view them occasionally.  Generations flash by with such rapidly; humans are so short-lived.

Star Date 28766: I look on from the asteroid belt, all that remains of the planet Atlantis.  Still awaiting the return of captain Selervos and his flotilla.

Alone again...

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