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Hannes pressed his hands on his ears when a loud, ear-piercing screeching sound interrupted whatever anyone had been doing. Followed by a low crash and rumble - then the floor shook, sending Johannes to his knees.

“Women and children to the shuttles, immediately! Immediately!” 

Pressing himself up on his feet, Hannes took a second to review his exploration walks to remember where the shuttles where located - then he looked around. The noise was unbearable, now partnered with panicked screams, people running around, falling, getting hit by debris. It was bad. Very, very bad. His hands were shaking. ‘To the shuttles!’, his body yelled at him, muscles sharp and aching.

Johannes took a deep breath, then looked around and ran to someone who seemed to be part of the crew. He had taken an oath, afterall.

“I’m a doctor - how can I help?”

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;;welcome to the uss visitor - part 1.

Welcome to the USS Visitor, everyone. If you’re wondering, we are now 719 days away from arriving on your new home. We have received many messages from Abellio in our sleep — all is well and there is nothing to fear. They have been expanding the settlement to house us all.

There will be a great get together at the observation deck tonight — a party, if you will. We would love for you to become aquainted with your shipmates for the next two years.

Thank you.

Captain Yesenia Alexandrova

Sevenhundredandnineteen days. Around two years. Two years that he would live on this ship, on this star cruise in the very midsts of planets and novas, of stars and comets. It still felt unreal. Not surreal - just... not real. It was something that he knew was true, he could feel the sleep in his bones, but still, his mind just wouldn’t quite accept it yet.

Catching himself out of staring at his room’s ceiling with a disbelieving smile, Johannes returned his gaze to the two suits laid out on his bed. He had over-packed, that was for sure, although to be expected. He had over-packed for vacation back on Earth, too, just too unsure whether it was going to be hot or cold, whether it was going to rain or not, whether he was going to meet someone special or need some lounging clothes in case he needed to spend some days at the hotel, just reading. And now - now, again, he was in  s p a c e. Whoever had just packed with no hesitation seemed to be a master of an art to Hannes.

Sighing and dropping his shoulders, Hannes went a step forward and carefully took the simple black suit. He liked the other one better, it was fun wearing the other one, but well... it was green. And had little embroidered cacti. It wasn’t flashy and the embroidery was subtle, but to Johannes, who didn’t like being at the center of attention, he might as well have worn a giant disco ball. This cocktail party - it was to get to know the other shipmates, the other people like him, lottery winners, ticket buyers, spaceship crew. It was exciting, very exciting and really, he loved the cactus suit very much, but Hannes knew that as soon as he’d enter the room, he’d imagine everyone’s eyes on him with the black suit anyway, judging its fit, the way he’d gel back half of his hair, the way he’d let the lower part of his shoulder length black curls roam free, uncurled, the way he’d have trimmed his beard, not worked out, not eaten enough, not --

He shook his head. Hannes looked behind him once more to check if he really was alone in his room and there was nobody sleeping in their beds to wake up exactly when he was changing. But his first check hadn’t deceived him and his roommates were out already. At the party, presumably. They were nice, he liked them, even if they hadn’t spoken much, yet. Taking off his warm sweater, goosebumps ran over Hannes’ chest. Hurriedly, he made put on the black suit, pulling here and there to get it to sit well. A dab of aftershave, a hazelnut of hair gel to just get his hair out of his face - that was enough. He didn’t want to be overdressed, either, overdressed was generally better than being overdressed, but it made people look at lot more than if he was underdressed.

Hannes looked at his face intensely. Nothing between his teeth. No pimples. No weird spots. There was nothing he could waste time on fixing anymore. He had to go. His heart beat hard against the smooth white shirt. One hand on the door knob, Johannes looked down between his shiny black shoes and the black suit trousers. Green socks. At least a little something.

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   Ivana Cajina