Towncraft: The Story – Part 3
The sun came up the next morning just as it had for billions of years on Yeterra. As the darkness of the night was slowly eaten by fresh sunshine, eyes across Towncraft were opening to the first full day of their new reality. This planet was going to be destroyed and everyone has to escape.
Every man, woman, and child were assigned a duty. Food needed to be gathered. Survival gear needed to be crafted. And of course, starships needed to be constructed.
Eli clasped his hands in front of him as he leaned forward against the rail at the top of the scaffolding. Construction was in full swing, as the scent of smelting metals permeated the air and the crackling and sparking from the various welders going about their work dotted the construction yard.
“Eli!” a young blacksmith named Lego Block hollered from the base of the scaffolding. Known for his ability to balance speed with quality, Eli tasked Lego with overseeing the construction schedule.
Eli grabbed on to the ladder and made his way down. “What is it?”
“We’ve discovered a way to speed up construction by up to 30 percent!” Lego was beaming with pride.
“What? How?” Eli couldn’t believe his ears. If this was true, they’d have enough ships to save everyone!
“We found a blue print for an more efficient fabrication machine in Professor Squeaky’s office,” Lego replied.
“All right! Let’s get it up and running and build some ships!” Eli gave Lego a congratulatory slap on the back and Lego sprinted off to get back to work.
Kolgrath sat in the pilot’s chair of TASA’s exploratory rocket, re-familiarizing himself with the various knobs and instruments one last time before lift off.
“Kol,” Reznovski poked his head in the cockpit.
“Yeah Rez?” Kolgrath turned to look at him.
“All the gear is packed. We’re ready to light this candlestick,” Rez informed Kolgrath.
Kolgrath nodded and grabbed the PA microphone. He pressed down the button and the speakers throughout the rocket awoke with a hint of static.
“Men, it’s time. Take your places,” ordered Kolgrath.
General Gabriel, Reznovski, Quilt Jack, and Philcraft made their way to the passenger section and buckled in. Mr. Kiwi took his place beside Kolgrath in the co-pilot’s chair.
The radio speaker emitted a tinny sound as a voice began to speak, “Kolgrath, this is the tower. Do you copy?”
Kolgrath reached forward and pressed the transmission button, “Tower, this is Kolgrath, over. Read you loud and clear.”
“Roger. We show you clear for launch.” It was indeed time. Kolgrath flipped a few switches, and turned a knob.
“Tower, give us the countdown,” Kolgrath released the transmission button and settled back in his chair to await the final go.
A large speaker outside the ship on the launchpad began to count down from 30. At 5 seconds the crew could feel the vibration throughout the vessel as the large rockets roared with life. Then came that amazing feeling as each of their chairs sucked them in as the tremendous force thundered them to the heavens… and their mission.
Torrenz was hustling back and forth throughout an enormous warehouse with a clipboard in his hand.
“Guys, we need more wheat. Lots more wheat. Go flag down Jessy and tell her to send more up,” Torrenz commanded to his assistants, Vortexdavid and Biblop. With a salute they were on their way.
The two assistants galloped on their steeds down a winding road leading from the warehouse up to a farm that was as long as the eye could see. From a nearby hill all you could view was a vast sea of green from the freshly budding crops that coated the farmland.
“Messy” Jessy as they called her, was in charge of the farming system in Towncraft. Every person who lived in Towncraft has had something grown by Jessy on their dinner plate at some point.
“Jessy! Tor needs more wheat!” shouted Biblop as he and Vortexdavid rode up to her.
“Ugh! Guys I just planted those carrots,” Jessy shook her head. In their haste the two guys trampled a small section of fresh produce.
“I’m sorry Jessy,” Vortexdavid blushed with a hint of embarrassment, “but I’ve got orders from Torrenz. He needs a lot more wheat!”
Jessy wrinkled her nose as she thought. Then she cupped a hand to the side of her mouth.
“Kay Kay! I need you!” Jessy yelled over to another woman working out in the field.
Kay Kay set her hoe down and jogged over to Jessy. “What is it?”
“Crack open another case of bone meal. We need another crop of wheat, pronto,” explained Jessy.
“You got it!” Kay Kay nodded and sprinted off for the tool shed to fetch supplies.
On the other side of Capitol City, Bettyhorde walked out from her bedroom and on to the second floor balcony of the modest chateau that she shared with Kolgrath. Holding a single Red Rose that Kolgrath gave her just before he departed on his mission, she gazed at the sky, watching the plumes of smoke that bellowed from the powerful rockets that was sending her love away.
“Good luck,” she whispered to herself as a single tear tickled down her face. She threw the rose down to the pond below before wiping her face and getting back to the task of packing supplies.