Destiny Among the Stars - Scifi - LitRPG - Adventure

"There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart."

– Jane Austen

The Triumph sliced silently through the void, twenty days after their chaotic departure from the Genesis Platform. Twenty days of meticulous system checks, jury-rigged repairs, and constant FTL drive calibrations had led to this moment.

Zoe's voice crackled through the ship-wide comms. "Captain to the bridge. All pre-flight FTL diagnostics are green. We are five minutes from the optimal Oort Cloud Passage alignment. Ready to kick off the FTL jump sequence."

Luca grinned as he headed for the bridge. "Acknowledged, Zoe. All hands to the bridge. On the double."

The crew was already assembling as he arrived, the air thick with anticipation. Emily was closest to him, sitting on her chair and buckling her harness. Ryan was surprisingly still for once, eyes locked on his engineering readouts. Danny triple-checked his sensor alignments while Chris maintained his usual stoic presence at tactical, though even he looked more alert than usual.

"Well," Luca said, settling into the captain's chair, "this is it. Everything we've worked for." He looked around at their faces. "Anyone having second thoughts? Because now would be the time to speak up."

"Are you kidding?" Ryan said, a grin spreading across his face. "We've got an alien FTL drive that we barely understand, heading into uncharted space with no backup plan. This is the best Tuesday I've had in years."

Danny laughed. "When you put it like that, it sounds absolutely terrifying."

"It is terrifying," Emily said, her voice steady but her eyes finding Luca's. There was something in her gaze, trust, maybe, or faith in him that he wasn't sure he deserved. "And incredible. How many people get to do what we're about to do?"

"Probably not many," Chris observed dryly. "Most people have better survival instincts."

Zoe's voice floated over from the pilot's station, warm with anticipation. "Speak for yourself. I've been dreaming about this moment since we first saw those schematics." She turned in her chair to flash a grin at Danny. "We're about to become the fastest humans in history, genius boy. Your calculations are going to make this possible."

Danny's cheeks flushed pink, his nervous energy suddenly shifting. "The first humans to travel between star systems," he managed, his voice catching slightly. "That's... that's actually insane when you think about it. If my math is right—"

"Your math is always right," Zoe said softly, and there was something in her tone that made the air shimmer with possibility.

Luca felt some of his tension ease, watching the easy banter flow between them. Zoe's quiet confidence in Danny and the way Emily's eyes kept finding his reminded him why they'd made it this far. "You know what? Ryan's right. This is definitely the best Tuesday any of us has ever had." He caught Emily's gaze and held it for a beat longer than necessary. "Besides, it's not like we have anything back on Earth holding us back."

Emily smiled, and there was something like relief in her expression. "No, we really don't," she said quietly, and there was weight in those words that had nothing to do with FTL drives or star travel.

"Damn right it does," Ryan said, oblivious to the undercurrents. "Besides, if this thing decides to turn us into exotic particles, at least we'll make a really pretty light show."

"Ryan!" Emily laughed, the moment breaking but not disappearing entirely. "That's not helping with the nerves."

"What nerves?" Zoe called out. "I'm ready to punch a hole through space-time. Let's make history, people."

Luca's heart hammered as he gripped the armrests of his chair, but now it was more excitement than fear. The crew's energy was infectious, their bonds filling the bridge with something that felt like hope. "Alright then. Let's see what's waiting for us out there." He met Emily's eyes one more time, and this time he didn't look away quite so quickly.

Well, if we die, at least they'd all die together.

"Everyone ready?" His voice was steady.

Zoe, ever the professional, confirmed from navigation, "All systems green, Captain. Reality Anchor Field pre-charge nominal. Capacitor banks at one hundred percent. Just waiting on your go to initiate the FTL jump sequence." He bet she was sweating just as bad as he was, but you'd never know it. She was born for this shit.

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"Engage," Luca said with a grin, trying to ignore the way his palms were sweating as he pressed down on the controls.

"What is this, Star Trek?" Ryan said, a huge, goofy smile plastered on his face, and Luca couldn't help but roll his eyes. Of course, he'd make a pop culture reference, like this was all a big joke. Luca tried to calm his racing thoughts, but how was he supposed to calm down when he could see the fear and excitement in everyone's eyes?

"Brace yourselves," Zoe said, her voice tight, barely concealing a slight waver. It was pure adrenaline, a cocktail of what if and maybe they'll be okay, making his brain go a million miles a minute.

Everyone fumbled with their restraint harnesses, looking way clumsier than they probably wanted to. He caught Danny almost tangling himself up like he was trying to fight the straps, and Ryan rolling his eyes as he clicked his harness into place like it was no big deal.

Here we go!

The bridge rumbled as the FTL engine engaged, and a low hum filled the air, vibrating through the deck and up into his chest. Time seemed to slow down, or maybe it sped up. Luca couldn't tell. Did he forget something? What if Ryan hadn't tightened a bolt? This could really be it, but he had to be cool.

Shit.

Was that weird light by Ryan's console supposed to blink like that? And, oh God, did he even put on his harness? He glanced down to see the straps secured across his chest. Great.

Through the viewport, the stars outside stretched, twisting into streaks of light before vanishing completely. The sensation hit like a roller coaster drop that just kept going, pulling them through... something. It wasn't just space. It felt like they were being dragged through a dimension he couldn't even describe, like everything around them was folding and unfolding at the same time. His stomach flipped, and for a second, he wondered if this was what dying felt like.

And then it was over. Just like that, the pull stopped, the hum eased, and they were back to normal speed. He stared out the viewport. Where there had been streaks, there was now only pitch-black nothingness. No stars. Just the void. It was the most amazing thing he had ever witnessed.

Zoe was the first to move, punching away at her console as she checked the trajectory. Her brow furrowed in concentration, and he found himself staring at her face. Was she scared? If she was, she didn't show it. Stone-cold warrior, as usual.

Emily let out a long breath, leaning back in her seat, her eyes locking with his. That sigh? It might've been the most beautiful sound he'd heard all day. He grinned at her, a weird mix of anticipation and pure terror bubbling up in his chest. They did it. They actually did it. Emily, too. She was going to be ok.

"Holy shit," Ryan muttered, pulling off his harness with a grin that stretched across his face. He reached over, slapping Danny's shoulder. "We're alive, man. Alive."

Danny blinked, like he was still processing, before a grin broke out on his face. "Yeah," he said, his voice cracking like he'd just hit puberty all over again. "We're alive." He lifted his hand for a high-five, and Ryan met it with an echoing smack that made the whole room feel a little lighter.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, the weight in his chest easing up as he looked around. Everyone was smiling now, even Zoe, though hers was faint, more relieved than anything else. Goosebumps prickled along his arms, but for the first time, it wasn't from fear, it was from the sheer holy shit of what they'd just done.

"Trajectory locked, Captain!" Zoe called from her console. "We are on the money. The current acceleration curve puts us at Alpha Centauri in... call it three weeks, and give or take a few unforeseen mechanical emergencies out here," she said, a hint of excitement behind it.

Her words hung in the air, and for a second, the relief faded just a little. Unforeseen events. Because nothing they ever did was without risk, they were just kids, barely in their twenties, pretending to be adults, running headfirst into the unknown. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

He didn't even bother hiding his grin as Emily clapped him on the shoulder, her excitement spilling over into laughter. "We did it!" she said, her green eyes sparkling like she'd just discovered a new planet.

"Hell yeah, we did," Luca replied, the tension finally starting to bleed out of him. For a moment, the bridge felt less like a control room and more like a celebration, a shared victory that made all the risk feel worth it.

A wave of overwhelming relief and gratitude washed over him. They were alive. They'd made it! And it was all thanks to the grit, ingenuity, and sheer damn skill of this team.

Ryan spun in his chair, pointing at Zoe. "We're alive and on course. Admit it, you're impressed."

"I'm satisfied," Zoe deadpanned, but there was a glint of humor in her eyes that said she wasn't as unshakable as she pretended.

Before he knew it, he was hugging Emily tightly. His arms wrapped around her before he even thought about it. One around her waist, the other settling between her shoulder blades. Her body was warm against his, and he was just so damn thankful she was alive.

Then Chris clapped him on the shoulder, nearly knocking him over. "Alright, Rossi, save some of that love for the rest of us. We all survived!"

He pulled back, still grinning. "Alright, alright," he said, laughing and shoving Chris.

He leaned in and, swept up in the overwhelming relief, pressed a quick kiss to the crown of her head. The moment the contact was made, his brain caught up with his actions. He pulled back a fraction of an inch, a jolt of panic shooting through him. Too much. That was too much. He was an idiot

They turned to look out the viewport together, side by side.

"We did it," she whispered.

"Yeah," he said, his voice low, barely more than a breath. "We really did."

He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her in against his side, the way he always did when they were watching something cool, and she settled against his side. They stood like that, shoulder to shoulder, staring out at the stars they couldn't see, the ones they were finally racing toward.

After a moment, she turned toward him, that soft grin tugging at the edge of her lips. "Wanna go up to the observation lounge?" she asked. "Zoe said the view's incredible when the field stabilizes."

He nodded, heart still pounding. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I really do."

They left the bridge together.

Stepping out of the chaos and into the quiet hum of a ship finally in motion, headed for the stars, and whatever waited for them out there.