>>5417082Eventually you’re pretty sure that your crate has been loaded onto a cargo ship and that you’re under way, the feeling of acceleration growing and then remaining constant like the tug of gravity. After exchanging brief looks with Casval you know what has to be done. You both reach for the crate’s release lever, and one of its sides falls away with a hiss.
“No, it’s still to early!” Jimba protests, but you’re greeted with the sight of sterile rows of stacked cargo within an otherwise barren cargo bay. It’s completely safe, he’s just being paranoid. The acceleration of the vessel slows, and you feel yourself suddenly become weightless as the reality of microgravity sets it. It feels… natural.
“W-why am I floating?” Artesia asks, waving her arms around as she tries to right herself.
“There isn’t gravity in space,” You explain, kicking lightly off the plating below you and floating over to help her.
“Come on, both of you.” Casval says, waving you toward a gap in the crates nearby.
Aha! There it is, a window. Ms. Hamon told you there’d be quite the view from the ship, that you could see Earth and the Sun from where you’d be on the ship. Before you lies an inky black void, dotted with a million million tiny lights - a beautiful sea of stars, the brightest and largest of which you immediately recognize as the sun. The exterior of the colony is also visible, along with a few cargo vessels moving in and out of the port.
It’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your life.
“It’s amazing!” Artesia exclaims.
“This… this is space?” You brother Casval asks in wonder, peering intently through the small window.
You say nothing, unable to put your feeling of awe into words.
Artesia nearly jumps in excitement as she spots something, pressing a tiny finger against the glass as she points, “Casval, Felix, look! It’s so pretty!”
A tiny blue orb hangs in the distance, a beautiful world utterly unlike anything else in the darkness of space.
“That must be the earth!” Casval states, leaning in closer.
“Earth?” Artesia questions, “That’s earth? The place we’re going?”
“That’s right, Artesia.” You say, trying to get a better view.
“It’s blue and beautiful but humans have polluted it,” Casval explains to her, “That’s why spacenoids were driven away from there and came into space.”
…The journey goes by quickly, too quickly, the three of you discussing each new sight as it presents itself before the tiny window.
