Fiction:Anachronia


 * Dr. Julia Backer
 * MedSci - Chief Medical Officer

Dear audio diary.

This station, - why just that name, I don't know. Anyhow - is an orbital station intended to assist the colonies of and, until a bigger terminal has been built, serve as its port to the space itself. Its crew, me included, is put in stasis inside cryogenic pods until we would be needed or when the computer wakes us up for a routine maintenance and more son... Every thirty years, then spend one month or more to maintain the station in shape before we head back to continue our service in stasis.

I am making this entry, because we just woke up. For reasons, unknown. But we do know, for one, that this is not a routine mission. But we all were awoken, and we are currently preparing ourselves for the mission. I remember the year before we last went into cryostasis, it was... Ah. 2212. Well, I do have my diary. But, I kinda didn't intend looking back at my older entries. You know.

At my department at the medical bay, it is me. Doctor Flitch, our geneticist. Doctor Ruben, our doctor. Research is directed by Doctor Peppers.

Whether it is, I am kinda nervous about the mission.

Best wishes, Julia.


 * Joan Anders
 * Command - Station Commander

Good morning,. Good morning,. But most of all - good morning audio diary.

This is Joan Anders speaking. Commander of the orbital station, behold its glory - even with only a skeleton crew. We were in stasis since 2212, but we were recently awoken to an unknown reason. We've run the first items of the protocol for these wake-up calls with haste, it could be an emergency. Before I move on, regulations require me to state the names of the occupations of the crew that is operating this orbital...

Starting with me and my department:

Joan Anders, station commander. Victor Graham, flight officer. Sid Hall, logistics officer. Ian Westfall, marshal.

Medical:

Julia Backer, chief medical officer. Hans Flitch, geneticist. Billy Ruben, doctor.

Research:

Malecoy Peppers, research director. Joseph Johannsen, researcher.

Engineering:

Frans Koening, chief engineer. Louise de'Crox, engineer. Alexander Imisalov, engineer.

Lastly, our cadets are, serving as our extra hands for those who need it:

Ivan Gmyizl Carl Paterson Jeanette le'Charles

Okay, big total. But for a station the size like this, we are quite small, no kidding.

Besides, the station seems to be in a different state than how I recognized it last before going to cryo-sleep. Some machinery are stuck or not working, but that ain't anything engineering can't fix. The chief engineer looked quite concerned earlier after we woke up. Besides, we have had no contact from the ground control down at. Meaning, they didn't trigger our activation. But I do not have access to the logs right now or the central computer itself. Protocols, protocols.

Tally'ho.


 * Frans Koening
 * Engineering - Chief Engineer

Guten tag,.

Frans, Koening, the chief engineer speaking. We woke up, last year was 2212. I don't know which year it is right now, yet. The onboard equipment ain't working to our favor, despite them being designed and manufactured to last very long time, and specially all the year when not in use. I doubt if we really have a pest problem, because the station becomes a cold freezer when we enter stasis, to conserve equipment lifetime and energy. These conditions would make it inhospitable for these small furry hellsents so called rattes.

But - I've noticed concerning issues with integrity of the station structure and reliability of the equipment onboard the station. The most obvious part is that the lightning is dim, it means we are either on low stored energy, of the power supply is so low it is only sufficient to supply vital equipment and lightning. Otherwise, it is just, like an ill gut feeling, and something feels off about them. Something is not right. - Okay, thirty years is lot and plenty enough for the rust and decay to settle in on the hull. It is also enough for most of our solars get smashed into pieces, but this not so frequent as I imply. This is worse than what I've seen at previous routine missions - perhaps it is just a coincidence? I am skeptical.

To verify my concerns. I would, and I should, ask one of my subordinates, but preferably Louise, to follow with me on exterior activity to keep a check on the solars and the hull of the station - routines check-up. But this won't be possible until we finished the first of the protocol -- and when we have finished getting the vitals working, Alexander will be taking the non-vital equipment.

Diary, you and me. Let's hope it just a mere coincidence