Origin: Prologue Ch. 02

A week later Darnel stared out the observation deck as the three shuttles commenced the last run. Her Senior staff had left with the first group to leave the ship so that they could scout out potential settlement sites. At the site of the shuttles leaving a wave of melancholy hit Darnel, and she turned away from the window as the computer announced, "Captain, inventory confirms, some of the survival equipment is missing." Darnel's eyes narrowed momentarily and she said, "Let the senior staff know, try and see that it finds it's way back here, but if it doesn't it will run out of power soon enough. "Acknowledged Captain, is there anything else you require before we begin our descent.?"

Darnel closed her arms around her stomach as if hugging herself and said, "No, I'll be in my quarters, drinking the last of the Firewine the Admiral gave me. After this is done, I expect you to take care of the ship, do we have an understanding?" The AI acknowledged and then commenced calculating the descent vectors as the Captain went to her quarters for the last time. The AI took the ship to a distant island as far away from the other settlements as possible and upon finding a suitable mountain set the maintainence bots to dig itself into the belly of the mountain. Once this task that took several weeks to fully bury the ship the last drone buried Captain Soren in a grave at the head of the ship and retreated inside the airlock which sealed itself. The AI went into standby mode and awaited it's eventual awakening.

While the settlements that were placed would grow and evolve, and into the annals of history they would pass as mankind forgot it's origins, it's history and the legacy that awaited it. Over time the names of the shuttles changed as the language of man first devolved and then re-evolved until something similar but radically different to the originals emerged. Africa, Europe and America.

But this is not the end of the Tale, no this is but the beginning.