Admiral Boreredare explained the Scotts' mission, sharing almost every classified detail. "Operation Genesis-Manifest is Humanity's greatest expansion into the Interstellar-Frontier unlike anything ever attempted." The Admiral took a small sip of water from a nearby glass of water on his desk, then continued. "The Spirit of Freedom is now tasked with meeting up with the Uni-Stellar Innovation-Class Starship, Sol-Terra Everlasting. Upon rendevous, the Spirit of Freedom will make a helix-powered faster-than-light jump... several galaxies away. In essence, you are escorting the future of humanity to the furthest any human has ever traversed. Am I clear?"
"The mission shall no fail, you can count on us, sir." Replied Prescott before the holo-transmission ended. Jetscott let out a metallic, gravelly sigh before he broke the silence. "Organic civilizations rise... evolve... advance... then at the apex of their civilization's ascent... they attempt to circumvent extinction." His metallic, gravelly spoken words captured the full gravity of the mission they were to undertake. Arscott and Drescott nodded in agreement. Prescott said nothing, rather, he got up and motioned for the others to head back to the ship. As the Tetrad made their way back to the Spirit of Freedom, Prescott sent a mass-recall ping to his crew from his wrist-mounted communicator.
Once the ping was sent, the whole crew scrambled back to the ship. Station fuelers had refueled and stocked the ship the nuclear material that power the Spirit of Freedom's heart known as the Helix-FTL Reciprocal-Mass-Driver Dual Reactors. Once the docking crews had cleared them for departure and released the docking clamps, Prescott took helm-controls and piloted their ship, roughly 386-meters in length (422.135-yards in imperal measurement or 2.5 oceanic cruise ships long), into their designated FTL-Lane. Once cleared for FTL-Jump, Prescott throttle the Helix Mass Drivers to maximum output. The FTL nacelles that provided FTL-capable-thrust, spun up and launched them towards Terra Prime, otherwise formerly known as Earth.
It took the Spirit of Freedom less than five minutes to reach Terra Prime's outer limits. Prescott dropped the ship out of FTL-Jump and headed for Luna-Tranquility Deep Space Prep-Station. The Tetrad had no idea what ship they would meet up with, other than the ship's name. However, as they approached the darkside of Luna-Tranquility, a massive ship, roughly the size of three San Franscisco sized-cities, came into view. It's gravity rings were akin to that of the rings of Saturn, just far smaller. It was, in all respects, an interstellar hyper-metropolis. Upon an exchanging of clearance codes, the Spirit of Freedom and Sol-Terra Everlasting began preparing for a series of tandom FTL-Jumps.
However, Prescott studied the projected course laid out by Admiral Boreredare. The last eight jumps had them in hostile alien territory. However, he had faith in his ship, his crew, and ordered all hands to respective stations. "Admiral, the USS Spirit of Freedom is ready to get underway." Prescott's transmission was replied to by Vice-Admiral Harding. "Roger that, spinning up FTL-Drives and ship controls have been successfully linked. We're in your hands, Captain." Prescott took a deep breath and jumped both ships into FTL. The journey before reach enemy territory would take about forty-eight hours. The first eight would be spent ensuring both ships maintained a successful link. Once those had flown by, the crews were permitted to rest. Upon passing their nineth-hour mark, the two crews rested.
During this time, Arscott had gone to the Officer's mess hall for dinner. She stood around five-foot, two inches in height, peach-complexion, ginger hair, a slender, yet curvy physique, and wore regulation sweatpants, and a short-sleeved shirt. Once she'd finished dinner, she got up and made her way to the Captain's Quarters. Before she could buzz the quarters for permission to enter, the door opened. As she walked in, Prescott was at his window-facing desk. He was clearly lost in thought. Arscott, for the first time in months, saw his in all his five-foot, nine-inch height glory. His milk chocolate complexion was paired with a toned physique, glasses, wearing regulation sweatpants and a "332nd Pursuit Squadron - Red Tails" hoodie.
Arscott draped her arms around Prescott's head, letting them rest on his upper chest. "Missing home?" She asked gently. Prescott's copper-colored eyes glanced up at her. "No, just... enjoying the beauty of space." His eyes returned to looking out the quarter's window. Arscott rolled her eyes, straddled him, and looked him in the eyes. "Prescott... you always push yourself well too far. You know your can rest too. You're not a machine." Her tone was soft, with a slight hint of a slovic-accent. Her green eyes cut into his gaze as he sighed. "You know as much as I do... just how much this mission means... and not to humanity, to me."
Arscott held Prescott's cheek in her hand. The last eight FTL-Jumps fell on the anniversary of his parents murder at the hands of the Tro-Dori. The top-brass thought this mission would give the date a new meaning, promote morale across the Sol System. However, there wasn't a date in history that weighed on Prescott's soul more. His parents' mission was supposed to Humanity's introduction into the Intrastellar community. All of which resulted in murder, then full a planetary extinction of the Tro-Dori's homeworld. However, for her crush and the ship's Captain to be mentally prepared for this mission, Arscott planted her lips on his, coaxing him into bed. For there were more challenges to ahead of them.