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This is a test subject on branched stories, and it's a stub now. If it's improper, talk to me. The finished product may be submitted to KSP Fan-Works forum.

This is the Fan-Work that may not follow the game features completely.

Please point out grammar mistakes. This is a beginner of English.

This one is called "the owner of hollows" in their culture, which means the one starting an unfinished project (dig a hole). Especially when the progress is slow or even stopped.

Space is always a place to think.

Three centuries has passed, and we are at what is called "the golden era". The steps of Kerbals have been on Mun, on Duna and on Laythe. But what's the most marvelous is, many evidences found indicating we're not alone. The unknown species that have visited a number of bodies in Kerbol system, but they're gone now, leaving an empty place for us. Well... Massive amount of mysteries.

The universe is still young, Kod knows how many wonders may she have!

"Auto RCS adjust."

Voice drag me out from thoughts.

"Finished."

I'm now in the Picker Base C-2 - a new base designed for mining - strictly, in an ascending ship it carried. Differed from its company B-5, this base has this ascending ship named Pegasus with we three Kerbanauts, which now have a special mission.

"Well, such a maneuver has no precedent, are you ready?" Said by base commander Jackson on screen.

"Yes." Answered by me affirmatively. "And good luck for you."

"Good luck for youselves, too. We don't know what's waiting for you." We know he means the mission.

"Fine, we know nothing about EACH mission!" Jokingly said by Conard sitting next to me.

Our laugh is accompanied by the noise of flashing plasma outside, although laugh can't completely wipe out my feelings. I'm still having a rock on my heart... The fear of unknown, I think. Once this thing is done, I'll have the rest of my life with families on the ground. No matter Kerbin or Laythe or whatever else.

"Thirty seconds to go!"

"Heat shield seperated!"

"Retroburn start!"

"Throttle 10 percent."

"AoA 90 degrees, ready to go."

Usually brake parachutes should be deployed first, then separate the heat shield. But as we will be launched in the air, now the engines used for final descend of the base are fired for deceleration.

"Cargo Bay opening!"

The airtight door around us is opened, with the wind flowing in. Two tail engines are slightly throttled up to balance the base.

"Three, two, one, FIRE!" Conard screams. Ignoring his excitement, I start the engine. Then without a time to think, we are straightly thrown out both by the burning propellant and wild turbulence.

"Picker C's well, they got the control and deployed chutes." Finally, Stephen said something. "Now I'm contacting Quark."

As Stephen contacts Quark Colony, I hold the joystick firmly, although the flight computer is helping to stabilize the orientation. Because this maneuver is out of plan, the autopilot can't help much. 12 seconds passed, we're now at the correct trajectory.

"Landing legs extended."

"Throttle 5 percent."

"2 per second."

"Touch down. Engine shutdown."

Now we are on the land. Temperature is about 268K, not warm of course. Wore in cotton clothes, we open the door and push aside the parachute. A dark blue sky is welcoming us, and right there, hundred meters away lays Quark Colony surrounded by woods, the first and only colony on Laythe. In the front, a service team is coming to visit us.

"Well... Let's finish the horrible welcoming ceremony quickly and have a sleep." I suggest.

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