Since the very beginning, mankind had this part of themselves that carved exploration, the discovery, the conquer of the unknown. For all his story, men and women had dared to break the established rules and walk past the horizon, sail through undiscovered seas or cross entire regions that were not mapped. But there was always a frontier that no one had ever able to cross; space. For entire centuries scientists of all places had tried again and again to no avail. Until now. Wars are long time gone, peace reigns all over the world, and it is now the right time to take the next step. "This is NASA control, we are prep for FTL. Initiate at admiral's command." The radio chatter came from all places, making last time preparations and multiple checks in all systems of the Arclight. "Initiating FTL at admiral Abner command." Replied another voice through the comms. Everybody on board was tight in their places. Sure they had been told they would feel nothing when the ship jumped into FTL, but still, you couldn't be able to see anyone who wasn't holding to something right now. "Order is green. Starting countdown." The voice of the second in command marked the last seconds of the ship on Mars orbit as millions of persons on earth held themselves to their seats, watching the biggest step humanity had ever dared to give. "I am so far at the edge of the seat, the chair is practically irrelevant at this point!" Exclaimed one of the men of the crew with a funny Russain accent. "Five, four..." Everyone went silent. For a moment, it could even be sworn that the only voice talking among all humans was the second in command one. "Three, two, one..." Complete silence was made, only the mild noises of the computers and machinery could be heard, as the Commander ran his hand over the holographic panel in front of him. The ship then disappeared from all screens, mapping systems and sights. It was nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be found. Seconds passed, but the vessel didn't reappeared in the screens. The travel was supposed to last less than a second, just a quick jump to the Earth form Mars shipyards to show its shiny hull to the press and then their journey would begin. But almost ten seconds had been passed and there was no sign of the ship. "Arclight, this is NASA control, do you copy?" Asked a voice over the comms, receiving no response. "Arclight, are you there? Arclight? Arclight, do you copy?" All of sudden, the huge frigate appeared next to Earth, a almost three kilometer long piece of metal too close for comfort. "This is Abner. The jump failed, we are in Earth orbit, but loosing altitude rapidly." Said the commander with desperation. "Ehhh... Stand by, Arclight, we are scrambling rescue shuttles right now..." But the operator voice was abruptly interrupted by Abner. "There's no time! Doctor Etsuke reports we've lost all power on the orbital drives." Said the admiral. "I need you to project the Arclight impact site, the in-ground situation and scramble disaster teams." Ordered the Admiral. "I can confirm that, accord control. Loss of orbit is irreversible." Said Etsuke. "Copy that. Initial projections indicate a west-Atlantic crash zone." Announced the ground operator. "NASA control, diverse the third fleet to the west Atlantic." Ordered Abner. Besides tapping into their holographic panels like mindless robots, there was few more most of the crew could do. "Etsuke, can we re-trigger the orbital drives?" Asked Abner as he leaned on the edge of the CIC command table in the center of the bridge, looking at all the numbers and projections that appeared in front of him. "No, the safety protocols are locking them up." Replied the doctor. "Divert all power to the jump drive. Maybe we can get out of Earth orbit." Commanded Abner. "Sir, projections are coming up... Looks to be... Tokyo. The casualties of the blast must be count to a hundred per cent." Said Accord control. "What!? That cant be..." Said Abner. "Admiral..." Tried to say the doctor. "Etsuke! Give me that jump drive. Now!" Ordered the commander. "We have to wait for them to be charged at its maximum capacity. It would be useless otherwise." Replied the doctor. "Negative, Arclight. If you ignite that drive, there is a 95% chance the gravity well of the earth pushes the ship towards the ground. At FTL velocity no one knows what could be the damage!" Exclaimed NASA. "Ready to burn. Give me manual control." Demanded Abner. "Sir, if you do that countless people could die!" Exclaimed NASA control. "I'm well aware of that!!" Replied Abner. "Now give me control." Demanded once more the admiral. "Admiral, you have full control." Said the voice of the doctor. "Initiating jump drive in five, four..." The voice of NASA kept begging in the background. "Arclight! Abort! Abort!" Three, two... "Please, Admiral! Don't do that!" One.