[29 M]Diamond head's Journal (Journey 2 becomeTetrax )

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Hi This is a Diamond head’s journey To become more powerful Alien of his kind That is Tetrax ( Upgraded version of Diamondhead) I will share my journey experiences and failure ,relapses etc ,day to day life challenges … I will share my thoughts on any topic . Im not expert in writting journal on this platform but I will try my best …Let’s see how it goes …

Consider this is Multigenrational Spaceship and we are in search of better solar system. And this is our journey and I’m Captain of This Spaceship Named Daedalus AKA Singularity Scout

For this page to continue I will need to recruit team of :

• Captain/Commander: The overall leader of the ship, responsible for all aspects of the mission.
• First Officer/Executive Officer: The second in command, often responsible for specific tasks or departments.
• Science Officer: Focuses on scientific research, exploration, and analysis.
• Tactics Officer: Responsible for the ship’s security and combat capabilities.
• Engineering Officer: Oversees the ship’s mechanical systems, maintenance, and repair.
• Pilot/Helm: Controls the ship’s navigation and movement through space.
• Communications Officer: Handles all communication with other vessels or stations.
• Medic/Doctor: Provides medical care to the crew.
• Security Officer: Maintains the ship’s security and enforces rules.
• Various Specialists: Depending on the mission, a spaceship might also have specialists in fields like xenolinguistics, robotics, or resource management.

Please take your posts and manage your area of work …We need to start from a scratch…like…Taking best of the best Genome sequences in deepfreezer …we will need cryochambers ,trees ,food,animal ,children ,hospital ,school, etc

My Role will be is to keep Supervision on All the activities going on on the Daedalus OR “Singularity Scout”

And our space Exploration will be based on the real life Space Map.

“Project XO”

Captain Tetrax over and out( three bird noises)…

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Captain Tetrax Incoming " I’m A captain also and Medical incharge (Incharge of Medical Bay)also. Actually I’m a Medic Then I become Captain ."

Please have faith in "Captain Tetrax " I wont let anyone down.

Ok present scenario " We have much less time left and there’s so much work to do . Our Milkiway and Andromeda galaxy galaxies are on verge of collapsing each other .and we as a being are mixture of andromeda and milkiway galaxy individuals .My English is not fluent please try to understand what I want to convey the msg to all the Sigularity Scout

I will give you updates later …
Captain Tetrax over and out (Three bird noises)…

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Incoming image (upload://p1s2cEN6E2wiDsQK8uEUAtMYFV.jpeg)

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This is our Spaceship’s Blueprint…I’m sharing archive files with you

This is Our Spaceship Daedalus

And this was Another model but I rejected it …

Our Ship is as a size of 10,000 Football Field ,I know Not much bigher ,but we can adjust . Have a Nice Day ! Captain over and out …(three bird noises)…

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Captain Incoming ""Gear up Buccal up and be ready for Cosmic Stellar Travel “”

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I’m reading danger in Deep space by carry Rockwell Tom Corbett’s stories . With me you also read it very Interesting and mysterious to read .

DANGER IN DEEP SPACE

CHAPTER 1

“Stand by to reduce thrust on main drive rockets!” The tall, broad-shouldered officer in the uniform of the Solar Guard snapped out the order as he watched the telescanner screen and saw the Western Hemisphere of Earth looming larger and larger.

“Aye, aye, Captain Strong,” replied a handsome curly-haired Space Cadet. He turned to the ship’s intercom and spoke quickly into the microphone.

“Control deck to power deck. Check in!”

“Power deck, aye,” a bull-throated voice bellowed over the loud-speaker.

“Stand by rockets, Astro! We’re coming in for a landing.”

“Standing by!”

The Solar Guard officer turned away from the telescanner and glanced quickly over the illuminated banks of indicators on the control panel. “Is our orbit to Space Academy clear?” he asked the cadet. “Have we been assigned a landing ramp?”

“I’ll check topside, sir,” answered the cadet, turning back to the intercom. “Control deck to radar deck. Check in!”[2]

“Radar bridge, aye,” drawled a lazy voice over the speaker.

“Are we cleared for landing, Roger?”

“Everything clear as glass ahead, Tom,” was the calm reply.

“We’re steady on orbit and we touch down on ramp seven. Then”—the voice began to quicken with excitement—“three weeks’ liberty coming up!”

The rumbling voice of the power-deck cadet suddenly broke in over the intercom. “Lay off that space gas, Manning. Just see that this space wagon gets on the ground in one piece. Then you can dream about your leave!”

“Plug your jets, you big Venusian ape man,” was the reply, “or I’ll turn you inside out!”

“Yeah? You and what fleet of spaceships?”

“Just me, buster, with my bare hands!”

The Solar Guard officer on the control deck smiled at the young cadet beside him as the good-natured argument crackled over the intercom speaker overhead. “Looks like those two will never stop battling, Corbett,” he commented dryly.

“Guess they’ll never learn, sir,” sighed the cadet.

“That’s all right. It’s when they stop battling that I’ll start getting worried,” answered the officer. He turned back to the controls. “One hundred thousand feet from Earth’s surface! Begin landing procedure!”

As Cadet Tom Corbett snapped orders into the intercom and his unit-mates responded by smooth co-ordinated action, the giant rocket cruiser Polaris slowly arched through Earth’s atmosphere, first nosing up to lose speed and then settling tailfirst toward its destination—the spaceport at Space Academy, U.S.A.

Far below, on the grounds of the Academy, cadets wearing the green uniforms of first-year Earthworms[3] and the blue of the upper-classmen stopped all activity as they heard the blasting of the braking rockets high in the heavens. They stared enviously into the sky, watching the smooth steel-hulled spaceship drop toward the concrete ramp area of the spaceport, three miles away.

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“Aye, aye, Captain Strong,” replied a handsome curly-haired Space Cadet. He turned to the ship’s intercom and spoke quickly into the microphone.

“Control deck to power deck. Check in!”

“Power deck, aye,” a bull-throated voice bellowed over the loud-speaker.

“Stand by rockets, Astro! We’re coming in for a landing.”

“Standing by!”

The Solar Guard officer turned away from the telescanner and glanced quickly over the illuminated banks of indicators on the control panel. “Is our orbit to Space Academy clear?” he asked the cadet. “Have we been assigned a landing ramp?”

“I’ll check topside, sir,” answered the cadet, turning back to the intercom. “Control deck to radar deck. Check in!”[2]

“Radar bridge, aye,” drawled a lazy voice over the speaker.

“Are we cleared for landing, Roger?”

“Everything clear as glass ahead, Tom,” was the calm reply.

“We’re steady on orbit and we touch down on ramp seven. Then”—the voice began to quicken with excitement—“three weeks’ liberty coming up!”

The rumbling voice of the power-deck cadet suddenly broke in over the intercom. “Lay off that space gas, Manning. Just see that this space wagon gets on the ground in one piece. Then you can dream about your leave!”

“Plug your jets, you big Venusian ape man,” was the reply, “or I’ll turn you inside out!”

“Yeah? You and what fleet of spaceships?”

“Just me, buster, with my bare hands!”

The Solar Guard officer on the control deck smiled at the young cadet beside him as the good-natured argument crackled over the intercom speaker overhead. “Looks like those two will never stop battling, Corbett,” he commented dryly.

“Guess they’ll never learn, sir,” sighed the cadet.

“That’s all right. It’s when they stop battling that I’ll start getting worried,” answered the officer. He turned back to the controls. “One hundred thousand feet from Earth’s surface! Begin landing procedure!”

As Cadet Tom Corbett snapped orders into the intercom and his unit-mates responded by smooth co-ordinated action, the giant rocket cruiser Polaris slowly arched through Earth’s atmosphere, first nosing up to lose speed and then settling tailfirst toward its destination—the spaceport at Space Academy, U.S.A.

Far below, on the grounds of the Academy, cadets wearing the green uniforms of first-year Earthworms[3] and the blue of the upper-classmen stopped all activity as they heard the blasting of the braking rockets high in the heavens. They stared enviously into the sky, watching the smooth steel-hulled spaceship drop toward the concrete ramp area of the spaceport, three miles away.