Black North

Black North was made to nip at the heels of Light itself. In the seven years since the discovery of Karat, humanities greatest minds have worked tirelessly towards her creation. Black North would be humanities masterpiece, and the Commander their herald to the stars.

She was as black as night, as black as Karat some would say, paying homage to her unforeseeable future out in the void. She would run on nuclear fusion, the most powerful form of energy known to man. Although they would never be able to match the energy levels of the Sun, humanities miniature stars could power Black North for centuries. Her cargo hold was enormous. There was only one person going on this mission, and that was exactly the point. He would need all the supplies he could get, seeing as he would be all alone on his mission to push the boundaries of humanities influence. There was enough supplies to support a crew of four for one hundred years, more than the Commander could possibly need. A garden of sorts was also aboard the ship. The Commander could potentially grow food such as potatoes in the garden, but its main purpose was to recycle the oxygen aboard Black North. It was an imperfect process, but it was one less thing the Commander would have to worry about. He could breathe freely, and would not have to spend all his time in stasis.

With the Commanders journey upon them, the scientists who had worked on Black North gathered to marvel at her one last time. She was quite the sight to behold, and many were downhearted at the thought of never seeing her again. Their depressed mood was soon broken, however, as the Commander stepped through the automatic sliding doors that led to the hanger. There he stood, tall and strong. The man who would bear the weight of humanities fears, their curiosities, their dreams. He was the harbinger of the new lords of the sky, and Black North was his mighty steed.