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24 hours later the entire team of five enters the command centre to prepare for blast-off.  The ship is bigger than the Soyuz, there is no extra supplies and only the bare minimum has been packed.  Everywhere you look spells out suicide mission. The ship moves forward with atomic thrusters, which the Russians developed forty years ago.  They were determined to keep it secret, but there desperate times called for desperate measure.  The ship does not seem like it was designed to make a two way trip if you compared it with the Soyuz, but you know that if it was built anything like the Soyuz it wouldn’t be able to travel as fast.  There are only three screens on the entire ship and they used advanced memory foam for the seats.   The ship isn’t much bigger than the Soyuz, but it looks nothing like it.  From the alloy used, to the clean and simple interior with only the bare minimum inside.  There are no radios on the ship and only four cameras that are kept safe beneath hatchets on the dark grey exterior of the ship.  Once the ship comes to a stop they will be used to determine the best position for the ship to blast the rocks into space dust.

 

“Quinn, Professor Scot, Doctor Penner, Charlie, you are earth’s last hope.  The lives of everyone on earth depends on us now.   Once we enter the warp, we will be travelling for two hours, at which point you will faint.  It might take another hour after the ship came to a halt for everyone to regain consciousness.   I know we’ve went over this a thousand times.  But we can’t afford even one mistake.  I am afraid too, but humanity needs us to be brave.”

 

“Uhh Proffessor, we need the facts, you’re bunny trailing to a motivational speech.”

 

“Quinn, let the Professor speak.”

 

“Uh, so once we’ve regained consciousness we need to position the ship at the best angle possible to nuke the rocks from a safe distance.  If everything pans out, we will travel back to the station within 10 to 12 hours of our arrival.  It is an unthinkably small window. If we stay for more than 12 hours there will be no power in the ship for us to return.   Say your prayers, we are ready for the launch.”

 

Professor Jane undocks the ship and you type in the final calculations.

 

“Blast off in three…two….one.”

 

The ship bursts forward…

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