Crewed Awakening

Boeing’s Starliner And SpaceX’s Crew Dragon Prepare To Visit The International Space Station

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Each vessel also has an abort system to carry astronauts to safety during emergencies that occur while the spacecraft waits on the launchpad or as it rockets into space. To make sure those systems operate as intended, SpaceX is planning an in-flight test of its abort technology, whereas Boeing will conduct an abort test from the pad SpaceX completed a version of this test in The return to Earth will also look different for Starliner and Crew Dragon.

But Starliner aims to land on solid ground with the help of an airbag system to cushion the shock, while Crew Dragon will cool its heels with a water landing in the ocean. You must be logged in to post a comment. Adyashanti Alberto Villoldo Ph. Byron Katie View all. About Awaken Awaken Interviews.

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Light flooded in through the translucent cover panel of the hatch. This was natural light, with a warmth she could feel through the cover. The Space Bay doors were open, Novi surmised. Peering through the cover, she opened the panel carefully, her heart pounding. No one met her eyes but a murmur of voices from the other end of the vast Bay had Novi scrambling out of the hatch. As the voices neared, Novi peeped out from behind the crates. Across the width of the Bay, a man and a woman stood in conversation by the Bay Controls.

Sunlight flooded into the wide-open Bay, lighting up the vast chamber. Through the open Bay doors, she caught a glimpse of an arid and barren world. Similar to the view from the Vista Screen. Novi glanced around her cautiously. Before her lay a stretch of Bay, with no crates to provide cover. There was nothing to do but wait out the duo, she realized. Cursing her misfortune, Novi waited in trepidation.

Novi watched the two with seething impatience. Then, finally it seemed that her patience was to be rewarded. As if responding to a silent signal, the man strode to the Bay Controls. As a whirring sound echoed in the vast Bay, the woman moved to face the Bay doors. The woman would easily see her if she made a move towards the interior of the ship. But curiosity drove Novi to creep behind the line of crates, until she found a vantage point that allowed her to observe the woman. A curious Novi peeked at the Bay doors. There was a rumble of a vehicle before a large half-open four-wheeler drove into the Bay to come to a stop by the woman.

Four men rode the all-terrain vehicle. Beside the Captain, sat an older InnerWorlder male. Zufon Ventini was of medium height with a shock of gray hair and an air of vitality that gave him the appearance of a much younger man. The flashing eyes and charisma that had made him a StarVision celebrity all over the Inner Worlds was still in evidence years later. As the Captain strode into view, Novi noted the flasher strapped to his thigh. He had not been armed either in his chamber or in Navigation Control.

The two RimWorlders with him busied themselves with unpacking cargo from the four-wheeler. One carried a beautifully carved box to place it by Zufon Ventini. Something about the way the large RimWorlder moved made Novi suspect that he was Kali, the skilled pilot who had navigated the ship so expertly into the Badlands. He too had a flasher strapped to his thigh. The low whine of a cargo crane permeated the air as it deposited a pair of enormous crates into the Bay through the open doors. The robot arms hefted the crates up to stack them neatly in a corner of the Bay, by the hatch to the maintenance duct.

For the next half hour, more crates were deposited into the Bay by a crane outside the ship. These were neatly stacked with the others, coordinated by the two RimWorlders, with Jerik manning the robot arms from Bay Controls. Novi counted twenty crates. He seemed to know the two Renegades well. We celebrate the success of the expedition. The Captain shook his head.

I know the way to camp. Ventini glanced down at the box by his feet. Zedak will take possession at Headquarters. Two men in Ventini livery appeared behind him. Novi noted that the bright livery was dusty and marred with streaks of dirt and grease. Though, Zufon Ventini, as snazzily dressed as his son had been, looked pristine.

The Captain waited for Zufon Ventini to exit with his liveried personnel, before he addressed Kali. Novi scooted herself back hastily behind the crates. It seemed the box was to be stored in the maintenance duct. Getting out of the duct had been a good call, she realized, as she tried to frantically remember if she had left behind any incriminating signs of her stay in the duct. In her hurry to abandon ship, she had not taken care to hide the evidence, assuming herself to be long gone before anyone ventured into the maintenance duct.

The flame-haired InnerWorlder strode into the Bay to hail the Captain. One marked for your ears only. The Captain turned to the others. Zin and I leave at seven. Novi breathed a silent sigh of relief. The pilot had not detected any signs of her presence in the maintenance duct. I might even let you win. The flame-haired girl scoffed. There were eight crew in total, including the Captain, she now knew after a day aboard the ship. Six RimWorlders and two InnerWorlders. Only Jerik addressed Ryfkin Soren as boss. The others all called him Captain, with the uniquely shortened syllables version of the moniker.

Like the beautiful Commander Jeryn. The Captain smiled, silver eyes flashing. To us, all the worlds here seem barren and parched, unlike the lush rainforests of our worlds. I spied deer and rabbits and plump game birds. The man was certainly more familiar with the Commander than the other crew on the ship. Kidani will help me with the job. The Commander acquiesced silently.

As she turned to go, the Captain called to her. Unstrapping the flasher from his thigh, he threw it to her. Without missing a beat, she plucked the flasher from the air to strap it to her thigh. If you leave it to Yukon, I see no stew in my future. And leave the hunting to me. The RimWorlder countered with something rude that had the pilot laughing. The Commander flashed a singularly attractive smile that lit up her face before striding away towards the Bay doors. The Captain and Kidani exited into the corridor while the others busied themselves in the Bay.

After about ten minutes, the enormous Bay doors slid shut, plunging the Bay into darkness. Jerik glanced at the controls one last time, as the floor lights winked on, before he exited the Bay. Novi crept behind the crates to the access hatch. The Bay lay silent and dark, her eyes having a hard time adjusting to it after the abundance of sunshine. Of the other crew, there was no sign.

Novi concluded that the others had used the opportunity to stretch their legs too. One thing was for sure. And hence, the prospect of a Shuttle Vestibule unlikely. She climbed hastily back into the access hatch to make her way cautiously to the walkway. Though the carved box had been hidden under the walkway in a specially designed nook, Novi could tell exactly where it was.

Something, a kind of energy, emanated from the box. It seemed to draw Novi irresistibly. The pull was strong and unmistakable. Hidden deep in the duct, the crew would not feel its energy. But Novi had to fight against every instinct to steer clear of the box. If the box had not been padlocked, Novi might have thrown caution to the winds. But she was reluctant to draw attention to her presence by breaking open the old-fashioned lock on the box. Especially since it looked like she was to be a stowaway on the ship for longer.

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If anyone checked on the box, a broken lock would be a sure give away. Tearing herself away from the box with some difficulty, Novi made her way to Navigation Control. The Captain and the flame-haired girl stood directly under the access hatch, in conversation with someone on the communicator. By the sound of him, it was a man. And he was on the Vista Screen console. There was a short silence and then the Captain spoke again, his voice soft. We do the run once a month. But after the last brigand attack, we decided to change it up.

This month, our withdrawal will be a day early. The flame-haired girl made for the Co-Pilot Seat to enable the console. Novi wondered what had changed since the Bay.

He had assured the Commander that they had nowhere to be. In the silence, Novi peered down, angling her head to catch a glimpse of the stranger on the large Vista Screen console. A commitment is a commitment. There was something about the man, Novi mused. A presence, almost a magnetism that drew others. She had felt it, even at a distance as she watched him from behind the vent in his chamber. After observing him, Novi had an inkling of why the RimWorlders had followed him into what must have seemed a hopeless battle against the Guild Coalition. It was too good to be true.

The flame-haired girl spoke up, addressing the man on the screen for the first time. But that would put it on the same day that we usually do the transfer. The brigands will anticipate it. The Captain said nothing, for an infinitesimal second, before he assured the man on the console.

An insignificant pause but Novi caught it. She had been observing him for over a day now. The flame-haired girl seemed to come to the same conclusion for she cast a sidelong glance at the Captain. There was another short silence. Please send over the details of the route, Mr. We will see you at sun up. The flame-haired girl turned away from the Vista Screen to face the Captain. Novi guessed that Benito had signed off from the communicator. We might not get another one. Something had changed since the Bay, she mused. It must be the message marked for his ears only. She nodded, changing the subject.

The pilot was laidback, with an outgoing personality. The rest of the RimWorlder crew were more reserved, from what Novi had observed. The most extroverted on the ship were Jerik and Kali, who seemed to reserve his wittiest comebacks for Kidani. The RimWorlder pilot and the flame-haired girl had an interesting relationship. Kidani was less reticent than the RimWorlders, but not as extroverted as Jerik. To her astonishment, Novi realized that the Synth with the bounty on his head had agreed to meet the Captain.

This is why he had pushed back the security gig. Can we make it? The Captain turned to the second RimWorlder, silent so far. Flag anything that requires attention. Tonight, we make a plan. Novi wished she could catch a glimpse of the crew once before she disembarked this ship. After her time aboard the ship, she was starting to feel like she knew them. He was a big man and moved with the same loose-limbed grace as Ryfkin Soren.

But the other RimWorlders were amorphous faces to her. Goes through some rough country, from what I hear. It was clear that the girl was the one with contacts on the Inner Worlds. Novi surmised that Kidani was also the one with the most knowledge of the corporations that controlled the Inner Worlds. According to StarWeb, it controls a few rustic, mostly agrarian, worlds.

Zubiko Ethera is one of them. The Captain and Kali directed their attention to Vizir. Financially, it would be a fantastic deal for the corporation. And, it would be easier than finding the right forces or training them. He turned to the pilot. If anything seems gnarly, let me know. Deep pockets and untrained private forces make for recurring business for us. Novi bit ravenously into the loaf. Her eyes closed blissfully, as she savored the taste of the fresh bread and the thick stew.

The flame-haired girl was an amazing cook, Novi sighed. Her sigh held an equal measure of relief, as well as satisfaction. It had taken her eight hours to successfully sneak any food today. Eight long hours that Novi had spent waiting for her chance. With the Captain away, the five remaining crew had been off duty. They had crawled all over the ship, making it impossible for Novi to risk venturing into the Rec Chamber. Novi had waited impatiently for the coast to be clear.

All to no avail. First, Kidani and Kali had taken over the Rec Chamber. The flame-haired girl had busied herself in the tiny kitchen, while the big RimWorlder had lounged nearby to exchange quips with her. Once Kidani was done, they had pored over their tablets. Before Novi could slip into the Rec Chamber though, the rest of the crew had tromped in for their evening meal.

Novi had hissed with impatience as they lingered over their meal, discussing the upcoming gig and studying the details transmitted to the Captain by Deziti Corp. He had given the order to sail and the crew had scattered to their duties. Novi had waited with seething impatience, as Kidani cleaned up in the Rec Chamber before finally retiring for the night. Novi, her hunger finally satisfied, made her way to Navigation Control for a last look, before settling down for the night herself. Despite her singularly frustrating day cooped up in the maintenance duct, she was feeling optimistic.

Her shot at freedom loomed ahead. The Captain had given his word to be on Zubiko Ethera by sun up in one day. That would be her chance to slip away. Panthera Sector was far away, on the other side of the Ring, from Idriko. But she would miss this ship, Novi admitted to herself. And, in a strange way, the crew. The ship and its crew led an interesting life. They travelled the stars to take on interesting gigs all over the Inner Worlds. And the camaraderie between the motley crew stoked her admiration and envy.

It had been fun to sail with them, even hidden away as a stowaway, she mused with a pang. The Captain was absent. In his place, in the Command Seat, sat Commander Jeryn, engrossed in the console attached to the seat. Angled up as the console was, Novi could make out some kind of map on it. Every now and then, the Commander would respond to a comment from a discombobulated voice with the exotic RimWorlder cadences.

The night crew was studying the details of the upcoming payroll convoy job on Zubiko Ethera, Novi guessed. It was time to rest, while the ship slumbered. Novi made her way back to the jumble of bedclothes and sleeping bag she had left in the passage by the unoccupied chamber. Whatever strong energy emanated from the box was starting to give Novi a powerful headache. Eight hours of proximity to the box had given her a pounding ache between her ears. Between fighting her instincts to feel the contents of the box and the persistent migraine the proximity seemed to cause her, Novi was exhausted.

Drained, she slipped into weary slumber. She was awakened once during the night, with the piercing pain that seemed to squeeze at her head, causing her unbearable agony. Like before, the agony was fleeting. Novi fancied that she saw stars, swirling around her head and flashing by her with dizzying speed before she lost consciousness. When she awoke again, her watch told her that it was late morning.

Slipping into the chamber, Novi washed up and completed her ablutions, before climbing back into the duct to crawl to Navigation Control. The Control chamber was busy this morning, with a full crew complement, from what Novi could tell. They were on approach to the Badlands. Soon, if the last time was an indication, they would commence what the Captain referred to as RimWorlder Ring protocol, with hot weapons, a skilled crew and eyes peeled in all directions to watch for hurtling asteroids, while Kali maneuvered the big DragonFly-class ship through the treacherous Asteroid Ring.

When that difficult endeavor commenced, Novi was determined to sneak into the Rec Chamber in search of nourishment. And she was determined to not be forced to fight off hunger pangs all day, like yesterday. Novi already had a migraine to deal with. Yet, it still persisted, a nagging throbbing in her head that made her vaguely nauseous and singularly irritable.

While the thought of leaving the ship caused her a pang or two, Novi would be glad to see the last of the maintenance duct. Between the constant pull of the energy waves from the carved box, her nagging headache, the persistent lack of warmth in the access passages and the nightly agony that made her see stars and black out, she would be glad to see the back of it. Novi was confident that everyone else would be in the Control chamber. As for Jerik, Novi guessed that he was dead to the world, asleep in his chamber, after sailing the ship through the night.

She was able to slip into the room to sneak a bit from the freshly cooked afternoon meal and a few snacks to last her the day. After a hearty and satisfying meal, Novi dragged her blanket over to Navigation Control. She swathed herself in the blanket to lie on her stomach and peer down into the chamber below.

Her senses told Novi that the ship was stationed. The unique and subtle vibrations in the ship when it sailed were noticeably absent. She guessed that they were in an oasis in the Ring, like before, waiting for the Synth to make contact. Down below, the Captain, his attention on the console mounted on his Seat, was speaking. The Captain stabbed his finger onto his console.

The payroll is to be dropped off at the docks. Once the cash is loaded, the route is mainly farm land and some steep mountainous country until the docks. Commander Jeryn threw him a glance. Her voice held a note of eagerness. The Commander was excited about the job, Novi surmised. Clearly, the eagerness was not limited to just the Commander, Novi mused. I know you have one. We follow a half hour behind the official convoy. Novi recalled that the Captain had put this RimWorlder in charge of manning the weapons during their first treacherous sail into the Badlands. He glanced at the man in the Co-Pilot Seat.

What do you think? Make it pass through a few settlements, without adding too much time to the route. If the brigands hear of Deziti hiring outsiders to protect the payroll, I want them to believe that we made some changes. The pilot and the RimWorlder called Vizir, along with Commander Jeryn and Ryfkin Soren, must be the senior crew, Novi concluded, as she avidly followed the conversation in the chamber below. So, we split them up. From the reactions in the chamber below, Novi surmised that something about this was unusual.

The Captain chuckled, along with some of the crew, as Kali flashed her a smile. Kali shook his head. However, there were no reports of brigand attacks on the planet. Kidani and I checked. And farmers are not known to be a boisterous lot. The Captain straightened in his seat. Only your contacts knew that we were soliciting jobs. He was suspicious about the gig on Zubiko Ethera.

A discreet beep had Kali and the co-pilot turning back to their consoles. Novi could almost sense the palpable anticipation in Navigation Control. No wonder the crew was so pumped up.

Only the Captain seemed unaffected. Even less than the other RimWorlders who were all fairly poker-faced. Compared to the more emotional InnerWorlders, the RimWorlders lack of expression stood out starkly. Novi peered down, attempting to see him clearly. But to no avail. The angle of the console did not allow her to discern more details. However, his voice came through loud and clear over the COM. For a moment, the man on the console was silent.

This time, Novi sensed that the Synth was surprised. While no one else could see Vedino, they could all hear the conversation. Right, like the Guild would ever have anything to do with Ryfkin Soren. Someone else, an independent entity, offered us the contract. It was common knowledge that the persecution of Synths was an effort led by the powerful Guild Coalition. And the prison was Guild operated. But per their definition, I am a Synth. However, I have never been to Kuzhampa Prison. Zin shot a look at the Captain, before striding over to the Command Seat to stand beside him.

The Captain angled the console to allow the Synth to see her. The new angle also allowed Novi to see the man on the console better. His voice gentled subtly. That tells me they believe you know something that threatens them.

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Synths are persecuted on Guild worlds and many of us have been driven into the dangerous Ring to hide from the Corps. The Captain cocked his head. And most of ours are very inexperienced. And many continue to lose their lives merely trying to survive amidst the asteroids. The Renegade pilots were known to dodge the Corps in the Ring. Could some of them be willing to train Synth pilots, Captain Soren? Novi surmised that the others in Navigation Control were as taken aback by the unusual request as the RimWorlder woman.

Any assistance would be greatly appreciated. The Renegades are much admired amongst Synths. Your success in expelling the Guild from your worlds gives us hope. The Captain inclined his head. For a few seconds, there was silence. Neither man broke it. The Synth shot another glance at the silent Commander, before addressing Soren again. He was being transported, presumably to a Guild prison, when the ship crashed on an uninhabited world.

Through sheer damn luck, he was able to escape. But the other Synth prisoners from the ship were too weak to make the attempt. These Synth talked of facilities where the Guild ran experiments on us. Until I heard his account, I believed that the Guild hunted us to use as unpaid labor in their mines. But now, I wonder if the Guild is interested in studying us. He turned to the Captain. Dead, they cannot experiment on me. Novi, astonished herself, heard a muted gasp from someone in the chamber.

She suspected it was Kidani who had swallowed an unwary exclamation. The man on the console shook his head. The planet it crashed on.

But we cannot follow up. It is a world Synths are not allowed on. They know which worlds are off-limits to Synths. Was the Synth implying that the Guild tortured Synths on a planet designated as a Sacred Realm, she wondered. Anything associated with the Benevolent Ones was sacred to the denizens of the Inner Worlds. And worlds where evidence of the Benevolent Ones had been unearthed were set aside as sites for pilgrimages. If word got out that the Guild was running a prison on a Sacred Realm, even die-hard Guild loyalists would not forgive the Coalition.

Even if the prison was meant for Synths. The Guild had been talking up the threat of Synths to the Inner Worlds for a while now. And while many had bought into it, they would not look the other way if the Guild involved a Sacred Realm in their campaign against the Synths. The irony of it did not escape Novi. Serak Vedino was correct, Novi mused.

This information, if true, was radioactive for the Guild. In the hands of someone canny enough to exploit it, it could light the spark of the revolution against the Coalition that Ryfkin Soren desired.

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If you desire to contact me, come to this section of the Ring and hail any of the Synth ships that hide out here. They can all get a message to me. It made Novi muse again on the irony of the situation. For a moment, no one in Navigation Control said anything. She knew she was. The Captain was the first to break the silence. He glanced to his side. They possess the blood of those that once tried to harm the Benevolent Ones.

Which world is that? The Commander moved back to her station to glance at her own console. It should show up on your map with the old name. Once a world was designated as a Sacred Realm, it became a shrine for InnerWorlders. The Realm was then referenced only by a number. Many InnerWorlders dreamt of a pilgrimage in their lifetime to traverse the Sacred Realms and pay homage to the Benevolent Ones who had once saved their race from extinction.

The folds of the blanket around her slid along the smooth surface. Her balance impaired, Novi pitched nose first onto the panel cover. Attempting to right herself, her palm smashed against the controls to the side of the panel. She must have hit the wrong button, for the panel cover swung open abruptly. Momentum pushed Novi forward, even as she fought frantically to hold on to something. With a wild yell, Novi pitched forward, tumbling head first into the chamber below. As Novi pitched forward, the blanket swaddled around her snagged at the edge of the panel, to halt her headlong fall.

Hands scrabbling wildly for purchase, she grasped desperately at the handle of the open panel cover.

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