Axtrolon

I felt my cells come back to life, restarting the organs they formed. I regained my sense of sight, hearing and taste. Thereafter came back touch and smell. I felt the iron shackles holding me in place release their grip on my arms, legs and torso. I fell to the ground, unable to retrieve balance or control over my muscles. The taste of steel flooring went through my head as I heard the same thing happen to four other people, similarly falling limp out of their cabins.

Yellow lights flickered on, and as I regained control over my own body, I was able to lift up my chest from the metal plating and turn my head to face ahead of me. A dim blue light reflected off the walls outside the room. I heaved myself up from the ground, swaying on my feet. I looked about me and at the other crewmates as my memories came rushing back to me.

Artificial wormholes. Axtrolon. An alternative Earth. Our mission of expedition.

I remembered how, years before, humanity's first transportation wormhole was created. Our first attempt at bending the stars to our will.

And now we had used it. We had travelled the fourth dimension, all in search for a new world. A new chance.

A world where we could live more peacefully, where humanity could plan things out, could regulate carbon emissions, and maybe not fall into the devilish grasp of war and destruction.

My crewmates, like I probably did moments ago, had puzzled expressions. It was as if they weren't quite sure if their legs were still attached to their hip, or their hands to their arms. Some tried testing their flexibility, performing movements that could have been interpreted as some kind of modern dance. One other just stood there, his gaze fixated on the yellow light, his face and posture void of any significant expressions.

I walked, like a toddler would waddle his feet, out of the room and into the corridor outside, my crewmates slowly following me.

We came into the blue light, still a little drunken from the flight.

There she was.

The giant sphere of blue and green, white and gray. Axtrolon, our new hope.

It was there that the sun of this new solar system decided to greet us from behind our soon-to-be home. Dazzling rays of the BX-46 solar system's center drove all the other distant stars into jealousy.

I sat down at the control panel, sending but a single line back through the passage we had come from.

Voyager 7 speaking - we've made it through.

I sped up the ship and entered the gravitational field of Axtrolon. This was going to be it, we were here now. We had accomplished the impossible.

We had arrived at our new home.