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| Greenspoint | Feb 2 2005, 06:02 PM Post #21 |
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Big Tex called me a "Goofball" :)
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Control room 2, Strickland Space Center, Webster, Greenspoint "Roger that, Strickland. We are green across the board, standing by for deployment." "Strickland copies you standing by Two. Take a short break while we put the finishing touches on things down here," Carl Harding acknowledged Major Tim Hongos' transmission as he glanced up at the big clock. It had only been an hour since they'd sent the rapid response rescue team on their way, and gotten Lone Star 2 into the proper orbit and orientation for the deployment of the NewAlamo's Command Module, but damn it felt like it'd been months! In that hour they'd had to: deal with a faulty relay which delayed the nav burn for 10 minutes, fix a glitch in the programming that kept the cargo bay doors from opening, and remove a chunk of ice from the Cargo Deployment Arm which had required a quick EVA by one of the mission specialists to accomplish. Now everything seemed to be ready, and Carl, feeling the full weight of his responsibility, needed to take a quick breather before the next step in the mission. He unconsciously ran his hand through his hair as he took a deep breath and surveyed the control room. He didn't focus on any one thing or person, just tried to take it all in at once, to get a sense of the big picture. He'd switched from coffee to hot English tea twenty minutes earlier, and he frowned as he realized his cup was now empty. He thought about getting a refill, but noticed that several of the other controllers were watching him from their seats. He looked around. No, almost all of them were watching him. Well of course they're watching you. The next move can't go until you say so, he told himself. Stop stalling and let's get this thing done! He took another deep breath. "Ok folks, as one very wise man once said, 'Ain't nuthin' to it but to do it!' Let's get this thing online!" He saw several heads nod, and a muted cheer went up quietly from a couple of the telemetry guys in the front of the room. Carl smiled. "Col. Hongos, this is Strickland. Proceed with deployment of the NewAlamo Command Module," he said over the all stations channel. "Roger that, Strickland, " Major Tim Hongos voice came over the line. "Commencing deployment." Carl sat back and watched as several indicator lights on his master board turned green as Lone Star 2 began the task of placing the large piece of equipment into its precise orbit. Whichever mission specialist was actually handling the controls up there knew what he was doing. It was like a robotic ballet watching the live feed from the cargo bay camera as the long boom of the CDA began to lift the Command Module clear of its mooring position in the bay. He was interrupted by a felt presence near his right shoulder. He turned and looked up into the face of Gwen, her copper hair more disheveled than ever. Carl smiled up at her. "Hey," she said with an answering smile. "Hey." "How come you keep calling Tim 'Colonel' when he's a Major?" she asked with a perplexed smile on her face, yet with a twinkle in her eye that showed she expected it was some sort of inside joke. "Cause I'm a Bowie fan." She frowned at him, not understanding. "Ground Control to Major Tom?" he prompted. She still didn't get it. "If I keep calling him Major, I'm going to eventually slip and call him Tom instead of Tim. And he hates Bowie." Light dawned on Gwen's face, and she smiled and nodded. "Want some more tea?" she offered. "Sure, thanks." Carl watched her as she took the empty cup over to the coffee bar at the back of the control room. He turned back to the video feed as she was pouring more tea. Things are looking up he thought to himself. |
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| Iwduan | Feb 3 2005, 08:42 PM Post #22 |
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Honorary Texan
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God speed Lone Star 2 |
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| Greenspoint | Feb 6 2005, 05:43 PM Post #23 |
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Big Tex called me a "Goofball" :)
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Operations Deck, Texas Space Shuttle Lone Star 2, Earth Orbit Mission Specialist Daniel Ruffner calmly and confidently worked the controls of the CDA as he progressed with the task of placing the NewAlamo command module into its primary orbit. He unconsciously hummed to himself while he was working, unaware that this was severely annoying the other two members of the Lone Star 2 crew working near him. He really really REALLY enjoyed what he was doing. His hands worked the control levers almost of their own accord as he reflected on his sheer exhuberance at being picked for this mission. When he’d emigrated from the Kingdom of Grays Harbor to the newly purchased Crown Colony of Channelview the previous year, he’d had no idea that it would be so easy for him to get into the Greenspoint Aeronautic and Space Administration’s astronaut program. The law had said that Channelview citizens were to be treated as Greenspoint citizens for any such national program. The fact that the law didn’t differentiate between native Channelviewers and legal emigres from the KGH presented the GASA administration, and the Greenspoint State Department, with a loophole that they quickly shut, but not before the Senior Leftenant in the RAF was able to secure his place. Once into the program, he’d clearly shown his aptitude and skill for working in freefall, and had been at the top of the list for the next mission. Now here he was, working on perhaps the greatest adventure in Texas history since the Battle of San Jacinto. Certainly one for the record books. He watched the coordinates shift as the CDA extended into space, with the large command module held firmly in its robotic grip. It was slow going because of the large mass of the module. The entire task was going to take upwards of another 90 minutes before--- “Daniel!” the husky contralto voice said from right next to his ear, almost causing his heart to stop. “If you don’t stop humming God Save the Queen in a continuous loop, I’m going to strangle you.” Ruffner turned and looked at Mission Specialist Lita Ford. The young astrophysicist and quantum mechanic was a fully tenured professor at North Hendrixston University in Bangon, but that didn’t mean that Ruffner doubted she’d carry through on her threat. No, more like a promise from her. And the fact that there was no malice at all in her tone of voice just made it seem all the more ominous to him. He could feel his face burning as he blushed. “Sorry about that,” he muttered, with a sheepish grin. He’d imagined having her face this close to his on several occasions since they’d met only six weeks ago. That made his face burn even more, and he turned back to the CDA controls, hoping she hadn’t seen. He could hear the other man on the deck, Lt. Cmdr. James McPearson from the Ukroatian Air Force, chuckling as Lita moved back to her station. “Something a bit more contemporary would be nice is you just MUST hum,” she said. “Know any Steve Stone Band stuff?” Oh Lord, Ruffner thought. Steve Stone Band? That’s the worst excuse for music short of that rap stuff. Ruffner’s actual reply was cut off before he could even open his mouth. “Lone Star 2, this is Strickland. The CDA has stopped moving. Is there a problem?” Ruffner recovered his composure. “No problem, Strickland,” Ruffner answered. “Just.. uh.. had to get a new grip on the levers. This is long work.” “Roger that Two. Best to take a little more time and do it right, eh?” “That’s affirmative, Strickland. Recommencing deployment now.” Ruffner paid close attention once more to the coordinate readout of the CDA. He paid closer attention to his humming. *** Ninety-five minutes later the coordinates were at their prescribed values. Ruffner heaved a sigh of relief and stepped away from the console to work some of the tension out of his shoulders. Mission Commander Hongos was talking to ground control. “Roger Strickland. The NewAlamo Command Module is fully deployed and we are standing by to release the CDA.” Hongos was on the command deck of the shuttle, but his voice was clear through the radios in the operations deck console. “Strickland copies that Two. You are go for CDA release, at your convenience.” “Anytime your ready down there, Daniel,” Major Hongos said over the intercom. “I don’t need to tell you to make damn sure that module has absolutely no delta V relative to the ship, do I?” “No sir, you don’t,” Ruffner answered. He knew how important it was that the command module of the space station be perfectly stationary alongside the shuttle for the next phase of the mission. That meant that he had to be even more careful with releasing the grip of the CDA than he had been in placing the module in the first place. The slightest bump of the grip as it let go would give the module just enough relative motion that it would go floating away, either into a higher orbit or down to a fiery death in the atmosphere. It would take more fuel for Lone Star 2 to catch up to the module in either event than they had in their reserves for the landing. Ruffner had worked most of the kinks out of his neck and shoulders and was ready for this next important task. Lita looked over at him. “Daniel, if you need to hum, go ahead.” She smiled at him, and he smiled his thanks to her. He took hold of the controls of the CDA, double checking the geospatial coordinates on the module, and the force readings on the CDA itself. Everything was motionless. He slowly squeezed the trigger mechanism that would cause the robotic grip to open. The video camera at the end of the CDA showed the grip clearly, and Ruffner saw the jaws of the grip slowly part as he applied the pressure. He kept it up until the jaws were at their fullest extent. At this point, for all intents and purposes, the command module was falling around the planet as a separate entity from the shuttle. But Ruffner knew he still needed to retract the CDA. He confidently worked the controls which slid the CDA away from the module, and clear of any possibility of nudging it. Without the large mass in the grip, the CDA moved a lot faster than on the deployment, and in a mere five minutes he had the CDA back in its cradle in the cargo bay, and the NewAlamo command module was alone in space. Major Hongos’ voice came across the radio. “CDA release is confirmed, Strickland. Standing by for EVA to commence NewAlamo power up.” “We copy CDA release, Two. You have a go for the EVA.” The cheers of the ground control crew could be clearly heard over the link. “Nice job, Daniel,” Hongos’ voice came across the intercom. “Time for that EVA, folks.” James McPearson looked around. “Guess that means me, huh?” The crew moved to the airlock hatch that led into the cargo bay to assist McPearson with his EVA suit. *** Fifteen minutes later, McPearson was exiting the airlock into the hard vacuum of space. Standing within the cargo bay he could look “up” and see the command module clearly. “Ok, here goes nothing,” he muttered, as he activated the thruster on his EVA pack and began the slow journey across the gulf between the two vehicles. As he landed on the side of the module near the hatch, he heard Major Hongos’ voice. “Ok, James, you have ten minutes to get inside and get the power online. You need to use the module’s thrusters to bring its delta V back to zero.” “I’m on it, boss,” McPearson said. He cycled the hatch and climbed into the module. The interior was dark, but his suit lamps provided plenty of light. I don’t know why we didn’t power the module up before we turned it loose he thought. That idea probably made too much sense to the gov’mint bureaucrats. Oh well, it all pays the same. As the module slowly drifted away from Lone Star 2, McPearson worked his way to the command console at the center of the module. Hopefully everything was working properly and it fired right up. If it didn’t, he’d have to get out of the module within those ten minutes so he’d still be close enough to the shuttle to fly back. Otherwise he’d be returning home to Ukroatia in a blazing streak of light across the sky. He got to work on entering the computer codes that would bring the NewAlamo finally to life. |
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| Greenspoint | Feb 7 2005, 07:38 PM Post #24 |
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Big Tex called me a "Goofball" :)
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Control Room 2, Strickland Space Center, Webster, Greenspoint The way the mission had been going, Carl Harding had expected... well, he wasn't sure what he'd expected, but he'd felt sure it would have involved a lot of stressful sweating, high blood pressure, and tension so thick it could be cut by a knife. But it was just a little over three minutes after Lt. Cmdr. McPearson had entered the NewAlamo Command Module when his voice came across the radio. "Batteries are charged and online, Two. I'm powering up all systems now and should have station keeping thrusters in 30 seconds." Carl felt the tension that hadn't quite built up flow away in relief. Major Hongos' voice replied to McPearson. "We copy that James. We're ready for CPU boot up and transponder signal acquisition. Two standing by." After an eternity that was only four minutes by the clock, McPearson's voice came again. "Two, the Command Module is back on station and holding position relative. Commencing CPU boot up." Hongos acknowledged, and Carl waited another two minutes as high above, the Command Module's main computer came online and ran several internal systems checks. Then: "Two, I'm ready to bring the transponder online." "Roger that McPearson," Hongos' voice answered. "Stand by. Strickland, this is Lone Star 2, standing by to enable NewAlamo transponder. At your command." Carl looked around. This is it, he thought. He glanced around at the various controllers at their consoles on the main floor of the room. Those that were looking his way nodded when he locked eyes with them. He took a deep breath. "You are go to enable transponder, Two." "Roger that, Strickland. You heard the man James, hit the switch!" And just that suddenly, there were two space vehicles displayed on the main tracking plot on the front wall of the control room. Carl checked the clock, then spoke into his all channels link. "Ladies and Gentlemen, at 28 minutes past the hour of 3:00 PM, Texas Space Station NewAlamo is officially in orbit and online." Cheers almost drowned him out as the controllers in the room burst into applause. 40 meters beneath the Bexar Battlegroup, Gulf of Texas In the CIC just aft of the main control room, the submarine commander turned as the sensor technician looked up. "There it is, sir." He pointed at the new light code on the screen, now tagged "NewAlamo". The commander nodded. He checked the time. "A little behind schedule, but close enough to on time as doesn't matter." He walked over to the intercom and spoke. "Missile room, begin prepping birds 3 and 4 for launch." "Aye aye!" came the reply. The commander switched to PA mode. "Exec to the CIC." the commander called. He turned back to the main plot that showed the battlegroup sailing along above him. They'd be getting a surprise soon. He just hoped his boat didn't get too beat up trying to get away after the surprise was sprung. |
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| Channelview | Feb 10 2005, 08:01 PM Post #25 |
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"Daniel, I've been meaning to ask you a question. A couple of them actually." Lita said, looking across the small bit of aluminium that passed for a "dinner table" onboard the space station. "OK?" he said, swallowing what was in his mouth, and making a 'go ahead' gesture with his hand "Well, You're a lieutenant, right? But when I checked the bio's of who was going to be on the mission before we left, it said you're a Major. Whats up with that?" "Hmm? Oh, nothing really. In the RAF, a Senior Leftenant is the equivelant of what you call a major. Our rank structure is similar, but the titles are a bit differant is all. A bit confusing I suppose, when you get used to your own ranks, I guess. Actually, Major Hongo's rank had ME a bit confused as back in the Kingdom only the army and marines use the rank of major, but there its the same as what you call a leftenant colonel, so our own majors actually out rank yours!" He replied around a bite of the concemtrated paste that passed for dinner, and reminded him a bit of trying to consume a tube of toothpaste. "You said you had a couple of questions?" "Umm, yeah, I guess I did" Lita answered, looking a bit sheepish, "Uh, I don't know how to ask this without sounding all uptight and all, but ......... whats with all the humming??" "Oh, That! I don't know, its just a habit I picked up in flight school, I think. Some pilots talk to themselves, others flex their fingers on the control stick alot, its just my way of concentrating, I guess. I don't even realize I'm doing it half the time. I did try to quit once back when I was a brand new Pilot Officer, thats like a 2nd Leftenant in your services. I had just converted to Gladiators, our primary fighter. One day I was on a routine flight with my flight leader, getting to know the ropes, when a general radio signal came across to all aircraft flying from the control tower saying that "the commanding general was in the tower and whoever was doing the piss-poor imitation of a bloody starling can cease and desist right now!". It seemed that while humming I had accidently keyed my own com and was broadcasting to the entire wing!" "Oh, My!" Lita managed to get out around a startled burst of laughter, "Did they ever find out it was you?" "Fortunately for my backside, no. The Wing CG at the time was a bit of a stickler when itcame to proper radio procedure, and I had broken vitually every 'commandment' he had for it! I made a very conscious effort for a while to keep a low profile." "I imagine you did." She laughed again, "One more, then thats all, I promise. How did you get into the Space Program for Greenspoint?" "Well, I had just volunteered for the new wing forming for Channelview and was set to become a Squadron XO, plus I liked the climate here and planned on becoming a colonial citizen when I heard about the program. I checked with our admin types and they told me I could apply without loosing my commision, rather tike a temporay-duty assignment, plus, the Greenspoint government had opened their slots to any Channelviewers since we had previously been a part of Greenspoint. I expect they thought they woulfd just get Texas-Channelviewers applying. I don't believe they expected the small flood of Harberian-Channelviwer applications. They must have liked what they saw in my records jacket, and I was invited to take a battery of tests and physicals and such. Out of 43 applications, only 4 of us made the cut. The other three are set for future flights, as far as I know. I considered myself quite fortunate to be chosen for this one. I always thought flying Glads was the pinnacle, but frankly, they pale compared to this!" |
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| Pablicosta | Mar 31 2005, 12:17 PM Post #26 |
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---Gulf Of Texas Monitoring Department--- Beep........Beep........Beep........Beep Gary Mcfervon sits on a swivel stool, starring blankly into his monitor. "I dont know why we are here" He thinks to himself as he scratches at his thick eyebrow "Its not like anything could get in here". He reaches up and rmeoves his headphones, resting them on his shoulders. Swiveling round he calls out, "Sarge, nothing to report...again.". A muscular man with a bushy moustache steps out from behind a corner and commands that Mcfervon continues ot monitor the sutiuation. A call comes through from one of the other consoles to the Commander; "Sarge, Underwater sensors 3 and 4 are displaying signs of unusual movement in the area" "Where abouts are they?" "Pretty much central to the Gulf, about 20 Km North" "Okay. Lemme call The Irvin, see if they are arround there, it could be them being a little clumsy with our equipment Y'know?" "Okay Sarge" "You keep watching" The Sarge reaches out and pats the operator on the back "You're doing a good job." The Sarge steps away and pick up his phone, dialing in the number for Sea Control. "Sargeant Lucas, Gulf Monitoring. Put me through to Irvin please" "One moment" "..." "Hello? This is Captain John Fisher of the PNF Irvin, how can we be of assistance?" " "Goodevening Captain, It's Sargeant Lucas from Gulf Monitoring here. We need to query you about some possible foul play in your area" "Go on..." "Well, 2 of our Underwater Movement Sensors have been showing some somewhat unusual movement patterns in the last 3 or 4 minutes, thats just about your operating area. Just need to check if you've been doing anything to disturb them?" "Erm, thats a no from us Sargaent, we are just sitting here waiting for clearance to leave the Gulf, engines are down, and no probes are out" "Ah...You positive there Captain? Nothing could'v caused it form your vessel?" "No sir, we havnt even launched any of our Gunships for 48 hours. There is no way we caused any significant movement to your sensors" "Okay Captain. You say you have Gunships onboard, any chance we could loan one to investigate this?" "I shouldnt see why not Sargaent, but you'l have to talk to my Flight Co Ordinator. I'l patch you through now" "Thank you" "Brown here?" "Ah, Mr Brown. This is Sargaent Lucas from Gulf Monitoring. I could do with borrowing one of your Flying Gunships to survey the area for a possible hostile. I understand you have no reason to believe there is anythign out there, but we need to be sure." "Sure Sargaent, we can get a Ship down the strip for you in a few minutes, now, why dont you lemme know where you want us to check out while we get it ready to fly..." |
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| Pablicosta | Jul 26 2005, 02:47 AM Post #27 |
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Several miles above Texas the Lone Star 2 shuttle is slowing down, with all engines cut out. Captain Hongos turned in his seat to call back to his Navigation Team but stopped hald way as he found one of the few windows which he could see anything but speckled black through. He stared, transfixed with the beauty he was leaving behind as he called back; "Boy, would you look at that. It's odd aint it-" he started, being met by puzzled looks from his dedicated flight crew "-She's so beautifull down there, and we spend our lives trying to get away from her?" Hongos didn't wait for a reply, he just snapped his head round and peered down the shuttle towards the Navigation Team, who were staring with interest at their computer screens. The Major wistled at them and got their attention immediatley as their heads rose to meat his eyes with perfect synchronicity. The Nav. team leader smiled, with a hint of glee, and spoke the words Hongos wanted to hear, "It's perfect Major. Nav is go for deploy" Hongos reached up above him to the control panel and pushed a large yellow button with his thumb which had the words "HOLD POSITION FOR DEPLOY" scrolling across it. The shuttle gave a light shudder as soon as he pressed it as the engines equalized in order to distribute thrust as it was needed. "Well-" said Hongos, beaming at his crew, "Lets get started". Everyone on the shuttle nodded and donned their space protection suits, even those who were not actually leaving the vehicle had to wear the some-what uncomfortable piece of kit. The Major was the exeption to the rule, as he had instead turned to face his comms pannel to explain the status to Ground control. |
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| Pablicosta | Aug 11 2005, 04:52 AM Post #28 |
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The Major turned away from the control booth and smiled to his crew as he said "Command are A-OK for us to go ahead and deploy. So if you guys are all good to go then we can run our final checks and open up the doors. Lets not rush any of this though yeah? We dont have any side of the nebula garages to pull into a fix this thing Y'know?" The crew laughed apprehensively before going about setting things up for Go on the doors. Hongos looked out his window again taking a deep breath before runnign his eyes down the sream of LED's which kept him alert of what was going on. One by one the lights under the "OK FOR DEPLOY" label began to illuminate and soon only one was left dim. "Doors Open". He quickly remedied that, opening a safety flap on the roof of the shuttle and flicking the switch it hid. The whole shuttle shuddered quite violently, but none of them could feel any of it, enclosed in their padded space suits, as the massive folding doors on the shuttle began to open for the first time. It took several minutes for them to lock into their positions, leaving room for the long box containing Module 01 of the Texas Space Station, the control hub and part 1 of the Star Wars Defence System which would defend texas from miles above. Hongos realised that this section was the actual gun, and when it was conected to the control hub it may aswell be locked and loaded. He shuddered slightly as his crew began to leave the shuttle, keeping hold of the massive package. Of course the ramp which was lifting it up helped a bit, but guiding the module into position was all manual work. 10 minutes passed as the slow arm lifted the module into the darkness of space where it was received by the arms of every crew member, with Hongos whispering orders into his Comms headset from a few meters away. When the positioning was right, and well away from the shuttle body Hongos pulled on one pannel of the protective package untill it came loose. Hongos let go and the white piece of sheeting spun off into the darkness of space. The rest fo the crew yanked at the remaining 5 sheets until they were left with only the module, floating idle in space. The delicate process of getting the positioning right would be done from back inside the shuttle which was quite some way away now and it took them 15 minutes before they were back inside and had the doors closing. Hongos now had the honour of pushing the activate button which would power up the Module's engines, just enough to keep it in its correct orbit. The technical stuff would be left to the next shuttle crew when they brought up the next couple of modules and got the station ready for a few inhabitants. "Mission Control" Hongos said into the voice panel "Deployment of Module 01 of the Texas Space Station is a complete success, were coming home" |
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| NewTexas | Aug 11 2005, 07:33 AM Post #29 |
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News Flash NewTexas Corporate Headquarters, NewAustin, NewTexas - NewTexas Network News President Big Tex had been sitting and staring at the big screen closed circuit monitor in his office for the last several hours. Upon hearing "Deployment of Module 01 of the Texas Space Station is a complete success", he let out a "Yippie-Ki-O-Ki-Yay!" that could be heard all the way to NewMarfa. The whole Headquarters shook with delight. Obviously the President of Texas was pleased that the long awaited New Alamo was actually being deployed. And the Star Wars Missile Defense Sytem was amongst the first parts to be deployed. Scientists had been working for years on these twin guns that would defend Texas. Everyone at the Corporate Headquarters is positively beaming with the delight of success. This is merely the first module, but the fact that it "could" be done at all, not to mention safely and correctly, will certainly pave the way for the rest of the project to proceed. Today is going to be a grand day in Texas Space history. President Big Tex called Secretary of Space Pabli to congratulate him on a job well done and Secretary Pabli deferred the congratulations to the staff and crew. He even connected Big Tex up to the Space Shuttle Comm so he could address the crew directly. It was short but sweet, "To the men and women of the Space Shuttle Lone Star One, it is a momentous day in Texas history, on behalf of the entire region, we thank you for paving the way into space for this and future generations. One small module for NewAlamo, one giant leap for Texas. Congratulations!". |
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| Crazy Hell for War | Apr 8 2007, 06:55 AM Post #30 |
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you see i join Texas before and i here too i fell powerless as my nation is small my nation is over population about 10million so my people suggested that we should conquer something you dun want war of course so we decide to conquer space we want to the moon and build a base for all of my people until that i also want to create the largest space station and then i also want our nation to became a big nation and a famous one my country is in crazy hell for war and black market is everywhere so i hope this will happen after that....
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