The Recovery of Dreams

[Emily Gataki]

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Emily found herself spending as much time working out as she did learning what was needed and expected of her in the upcoming mission. She needed to be at the peak levels of performance, especially considering the mission ahead. To recover such an iconic vessel, one that had spent so long out there, exploring the farther reaches of the sector. It gave her heart a flutter whenever she thought about the Dreamscape and its journey. There was nothing more that she wanted than to be one of the people to bring her back to Ikarus, no matter the condition of the ship.

Her mind toyed with the possibilities, the discoveries, the potential answers that the Consortium hadn't even thought questions for yet. Then of the origins of Earhart, the structures and the possible implications of a connection to Sirius in some shape or form. She had read the brief notes available to her describing the structures and its immediate surrounding area. The dangers didn't phase her; this opportunity was of far greater magnitude than any threat could present to her.

It was a short walk from the gym to her allocated quarters, where she washed, dried and refreshed herself. She flicked through the mission details again, thinking about the likely weak points and problems they’d come across. Three shrill beeps sounded the alarm to head to the mess hall for dinner. A groan escaped her. Aboard the Gryphon, it hadn’t been easy to make friends. This had been emphasised by the sideways glances and whispering whenever any of the Consortium walked by them. Mealtimes were no exception to this. Nevertheless, she found herself yet again alone in one of the further corners.

”We have a lot of work to do if we want to bring her home..”

A mutter to herself. The Dreamscape was not in good shape by the looks of the data available. More thoughts were mulled over while she ate, a process made slightly awkward by the distractions. There were thousands on board the Gryphon. Starlight had only moved aboard for the operation. She knew why they didn’t like the Consortium. We were taking their home for a dangerous joyride for a potentially fatal salvage mission. They hadn’t signed up for this, they merely wanted to live their lives in relative safety. She understood and respected that, but it did not change the fact that the mission was going ahead in this manner.

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