Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2012 0:14:27 GMT
*April 13, 2012 Afternoon broadcast*
TV personality Michael Garren stepped out onto the stage, his award winning smile shining brightly into the cameras. The audience in the studio cheered loudly. Sliding into his chair with class, he let out a small laugh as he began to read the teleprompter.
"Hello ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, to the evening LN- excuse me, LINN news broadcast! That's right everyone, we are now broadcasting to an international audience! I'd better be on my best behavior!" The audience laughed loudly.
"We will now go to our reporter at the Parliament Building in Long River City, to report on the new shuttle launch! Stop reading here. Oh, my bad..."
Parliament Building
Long River City, Laster
6:00 pm
The Prime Minister of Laster, Russel Gardner, came onto the stage. The 72 year old man walked slow, his cane supporting him as he came to the podium. He looked out into the crowd; reporters, ministers, and civilians filled the courtyard in front of the Parliament building. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out the words on the teleprompter. 3. 2. 1. Mark.
"Hello ladies and gentlemen," He began, he old voice echoing through the microphone. "We are gathered here to celebrate a wondrous occasion. For the last twenty years, the Space Technology Administration has been working to bring us new technology and opportunities. Now, they have offered us the greatest opportunity and achievement yet: to land the first Lasteran astronaut on the moon." He smiled brightly as the crowd cheered. Turning around, he could see the screen behind him powering on, showing the space shuttle that was to take them to the moon. He turned back to the crowd and spoke again. "There are ten of Laster's finest men and women in that shuttle. Let us give them a round of applause as they take us to a new age." The crowd began clapping and cheering ecstatically, drowning the voice of the countdown. As they calmed, you could here the woman over the speakers.
" 23, 22, 21"
The crowd joined in the countdown.
"18, 17, 16, 15"
Gardner turned and looked into the screen, smiling as they brought pride to the country.
"9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1"
The crowd became ecstatic as the shuttle lifted off the platform, fire breathing from the engines. Then the unthinkable happened.
The shuttle went into the air and a loud boom filled the speakers as it exploded, pieces of the shuttle falling to the ground. The entire crowd was dead silent as they looked into the screen with shock and horror as fire engulfed what was left of wreckage. Several other explosions sounded from the wreckage, and you could see emergency vehicles speeding towards it. Suddenly the screen turned black, and words appeared on it:
We are currently experiencing technical difficulties, please contact the STA guest offices for more information.
The Prime Ministers bodyguards caught him as he fell, tears streaming down his face.
TV personality Michael Garren stepped out onto the stage, his award winning smile shining brightly into the cameras. The audience in the studio cheered loudly. Sliding into his chair with class, he let out a small laugh as he began to read the teleprompter.
"Hello ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, to the evening LN- excuse me, LINN news broadcast! That's right everyone, we are now broadcasting to an international audience! I'd better be on my best behavior!" The audience laughed loudly.
"We will now go to our reporter at the Parliament Building in Long River City, to report on the new shuttle launch! Stop reading here. Oh, my bad..."
Parliament Building
Long River City, Laster
6:00 pm
The Prime Minister of Laster, Russel Gardner, came onto the stage. The 72 year old man walked slow, his cane supporting him as he came to the podium. He looked out into the crowd; reporters, ministers, and civilians filled the courtyard in front of the Parliament building. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out the words on the teleprompter. 3. 2. 1. Mark.
"Hello ladies and gentlemen," He began, he old voice echoing through the microphone. "We are gathered here to celebrate a wondrous occasion. For the last twenty years, the Space Technology Administration has been working to bring us new technology and opportunities. Now, they have offered us the greatest opportunity and achievement yet: to land the first Lasteran astronaut on the moon." He smiled brightly as the crowd cheered. Turning around, he could see the screen behind him powering on, showing the space shuttle that was to take them to the moon. He turned back to the crowd and spoke again. "There are ten of Laster's finest men and women in that shuttle. Let us give them a round of applause as they take us to a new age." The crowd began clapping and cheering ecstatically, drowning the voice of the countdown. As they calmed, you could here the woman over the speakers.
" 23, 22, 21"
The crowd joined in the countdown.
"18, 17, 16, 15"
Gardner turned and looked into the screen, smiling as they brought pride to the country.
"9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1"
The crowd became ecstatic as the shuttle lifted off the platform, fire breathing from the engines. Then the unthinkable happened.
The shuttle went into the air and a loud boom filled the speakers as it exploded, pieces of the shuttle falling to the ground. The entire crowd was dead silent as they looked into the screen with shock and horror as fire engulfed what was left of wreckage. Several other explosions sounded from the wreckage, and you could see emergency vehicles speeding towards it. Suddenly the screen turned black, and words appeared on it:
We are currently experiencing technical difficulties, please contact the STA guest offices for more information.
The Prime Ministers bodyguards caught him as he fell, tears streaming down his face.