New Contact

A short story for your enjoyment

It had been a generation or two since anyone had heard from home. They escaped the planet after the attack by the Zorgon, and the 500 men and women had no idea if there are any humans other than them left alive.

Some ships left before the attack came and all of them left in different directions, the plan was to scatter about in hopes of giving Humanity the best chance of surviving finding another planet to live on. Most of the original crew of the McKinley had long since died, never finding a new planet to take up residence on. The current crew, the grandchildren of The Originals, were now debating if they should return to Earth to see if there was a civilization left or if the human survivors were enslaved.

Most felt it would be best not to return. They’ve only no life on the ship. But A fifty-year-old space vessel it’s showing its age, and might be another 50 years before they reach Earth again, and they will need to find a Planet soon or face the possibility that the ship might break down and they will all die in space.

The only habitable planet that they ever found was already inhabited by a humanoid life-form. Barely out of the caveman stage, there was nowhere on that planet for the crew of the McKinley to set down to try and create a new life.

So on and on they traveled, jury rigging repairs to the ship, whenever the need a rose. They staved off disaster…