The first hour after my de-freeze passed only with the feeling of discomfort. It's only now that I have started to actually think again. Feels like my brain itself has only just defrosted. Though my mind wasn't actually frozen. It was uploaded into neural storage while my body was in cryostasis, then downloaded again as the ship stabilised in orbit. But my body feels horrible. No wonder Knowledge Seekers are few and far between. Still, I shouldn't complain, this is my life, it's what I chose. The sour sting of Toupmelon juice works its way through my sinuses and I splutter the vile green stuff over myself and the deck. Thank the Oe I'm the only one on board. Well besides K-40, but I still need to switch that orb online. Speaking of orbs, every now and then the brilliance of the planet Yentika Prime enters through various port windows of my ship. Smaller than Tablon, my homeworld, but much more vibrant in colour. It has a violet tinged atmosphere, with a ring of a red autotrophic life outlining the twilight zone of this tidally locked planet. Starting from a defined edge on the Yentikan shadow side, these scarlet forests, interrupted only by colossal mountain ranges, extend all the way onto the shores of a singular pale pink ocean on the sunward side. Ribbons of white clouds stream in arcs across this ocean, pulled by cyclonic winds. They extend from the most sunward point, indicated by a intensely reflective hurricane over the ocean, bending and fading into darkness at the twilight zone. Pulling myself away from the window, I feel the caffeine like compounds in the Toupmelon has done it's job. I'm awake enough now to start the decent. In five minuets, I'm fully prepped and moving. My signature green, orange and black all-planet venture suit gleams confindent in the light of the local red dwarf. The smooth metallic breast plate and sleek astro-mask keen to be used again after 12 relativistic years of hyper travel. K-40 hovering and blinking above me looks as happy as a droid can, lights flashing "excitedly" whilst the ship shudders and shakes as we enter the atmosphere. Unlike me, K-40 is unaffected by any G forces, thanks to Oe tech. The shaking subsides, the nav systems lock onto Jenopa Et, the Yentikan Settlement, and the blue heat flares on the ships heat shield subside as we start to glide down. The canopies of gigantic red Snatcher Trees rush past, their whip like tentacles trying to slash at my ship. In the distance, through the purple haze of the atmosphere, grows the impressive Entopan Mountain ranges, the largest range in this system, cloud topped black pyres of jagged rock bursting out of the red forests below. Menacing, but the only safe area to build a settlement, lest it be trampled by the migratory plant life. Cliff faces and knife sharp peaks flash by and, if I'd blinked i'd have missed it, the Settlement emerges in a relativity flat rock outcropping, it's compilation of glass and new metal throws glares through my visor. The ship hovers for a moment, mandatory scans are made, the intercom buzzes and I'm allowed to dock. "K, get a route up to the nearest vacuum looper", K-40 beeps cheerily and a minimap appears on my astromasks visor. Ten minuets and several stops later the looper train arrives at the Jenopa's main Dome. The main hall is buzzing with people of all species and manufacture. Yellow vested construction crews, consisting mainly of wasp like Zsettiiiipik, work in groups around sectioned off sites. Workers of all specifications zip around carrying tablets and samples or poking at the air, evidently using smart eyes. Every local seems hurried. That's the stress that comes with new settlements, the constant worry that a system will fail, or the funding will stop, the need to prove the settlements worth to the investors. The only people moving at a leisurely place are tourists or geared up Knowledge Seekers like myself, some of them armed. I take a seat at a nearby open air restaurant overlooking the Main Dome and order a Entiloan breakfast meal (What? hyper travel makes you hungry). I sit back into the warm never ending light of the twilight zone sunset and begin to read through the incomplete guide (which I'm here to fill) of Known Yentikan Lifeforms, whilst a 12 year catch up report enters my neural link. Tomorrow I head out into the Flame Forests, following the pink rapids and streams to the oceans edge, and begin a five year assignment to catalogue the flora and fauna of this newly discovered and dangerously beautiful exoplanet.
I just wanna say, to all the people who write comments in RP to the ambience, you genuinely make my day when i read them, it adds even more to the video and its interesting to see what you come up with and talk about, please never stop!
I LOVE THIS! I feel like I'm sitting at an "outdoor cafe" which is outside of the main cafe but inside the super structure. Much like a food court at those old 20th century malls. I'm sitting here enjoying a cup of coffee and studying software engineering. SOO relaxing. The random announcements are a brilliant touch.
Oh for the love of the Empire, I wanted the Capital City in LHS 3447, not an outpost in LHS 3447-17! That’s a 10,000 light year difference! How did we even get out this far!? I know 2,000c is fast, but not THAT fast! What do you mean, the trip was pre-planned, I never pre-planned anything. Hey! Wait! Don’t leave without me!
love your ability to paint a scene using only sound aswell as the little shortstories that people come up with in the comment section. Its nice to see how these soundscapes sparks this creativity in people
You should work for one of the outer colonies they said, that would be fun they said. Nah, I go home, back to Earth - one G, safe space ports, a atmosphere that is already life friendly and the Sol Home Guard protecting us. Yes, time to go back.
Finally, after several long weeks traversing the dacron galaxy and making it through the local Artificial Intelligence Jump gates during the usual cognitive testing, I arrived on the planet surface. The terraforming machines were operating a little slow, I noticed. Still, that's to be expected, as their gravitron drives had yet to sync with the planets core. The Docking went well to the ship bay, and after a short drive around during orientation in the Autonomous exploration vehicle, I arrived at the settlement. It was well constructed, I noticed, as the main entrance airlock doors cycled smoothly and I stepped into the large reception, my home for the next five years.....
Of all the outposts and settlements my crew and I visit, this little backwater, this tiny, insignificant mining colony out in the ass end of space, has long been a favorite. Being unregistered is occasionally a problem, but the authorities here tend to overlook or minimize that, considering what we usually deliver here. This place is fantastic. The food is delicious and worth every ha'aan'ik, the booze, especially the local beer, is plentiful and cheap, deuterium is undoubtedly the cheapest of anywhere we've ever been, but the women! The women are plainly the most beautiful in the galaxy. Yefim, our chief engineer, has requested permission to bring his girlfriend, a gorgeous, waif-like, wholesome girl with a desire to travel, along when we depart next. I'm tempted to agree, if she agrees to work in the chow hall. It'll be nice to have some better food on the family wagon on our longer trips. She'll be a damn sight nicer to see cooking than Hassan's wrinkly mug. We depart in three days, time enough to cash in the leave I promised the crew, and to finish preparations for cargo loading and takeoff as well. And to catch a little R&R of my own. There's a stunner working the bar I've caught looking at me.
This gives me hope, as an asocial introvert & NEET haha. Give me a one-way trip to a first colony in outer space & I'll be happy to do something for them as a 'mob character'.
Finally. Here on X45BHI. It's taken a while to pay for the trip off of Bexlaria-59, but it was worth it to see my family again! I've decided to stay here for awhile. In the years of living on Bexlaria-59, I met dozens of cool and interesting people. And aliens, mind you. But ONE of my closest friend there is Keith. Pilot Keith. Worked at the loading dock with me, shipped things back and forth, and helped a lot with financial and moral support. Keith stayed on Bexlaria-59, but wished me the best. Said he would visit when he made shipments. It's been 3 months now, still no sign of em. Getting worried.... My other friends name is Addeal. She came with me to X45BHI, shes a cyborg. Right now, she works at the greenhouse. I work as an engineer. An announcement is made, a child has been born. "I miss them back on the ship...." I sigh. Walking into my quarters (not barracks anymore!) I look at the group picture of me and Addela and Keith, and (I cant think of names rn srry) everyone at the bar. Best friends. My computer pings. I open up the message and read: 'Hey Claire!! How are you? Sorry, we've been backed up at work, but I'll be their in about 2 days! See ya soon weirdo' I chuckle, and go back out of my quarters. I head towards the cafeteria, and sit down next to Addela, telling her about the message. Another announcement is made. "ALL WORKERS, PLEASE HEAD TO SECTION D FOR REPAIRS, ALL WORKERS HEAD TO SECTION D FOR REPAIRS." Well, that was my cue, time to get back to work!! Days later.... I look around the orange, purple, polka dot sky for a loading ship. Nothing. It's almost night. I give up. Turning around, head to the ground, I bump into something. Or, rather, someONE. Looking up, I gasp. "Keith! Dude where were you?" I ask "I was working, an alien lost her kid, took us DAYS to find em." We walked along the halls, and Addela joined us later on. We all chatted as if it where the last days on Earth. Or, rather, X45BHI. To be seen later, maybe on another space one!! (Nothing romantic is happening between anyone, everyone here are JUST friends! Mainly cuz I'm basing them off my real friends and it would be weird.) Oh and... (I'm probably gonna introduce a new character, as a love intrest for Claire ;)]
Ah, you're the new guy my employees were talking about, right? Welcome to the Science Sector! I'm your supervisor by the way. Here, let me give you three tips for beginners: 1. Keep your hands clean at all cost. Any exposure to dust, dirt, or biological tissue must be cleaned either by washing your hands or using the decontamination chamber. 2. Make sure to clean and tidy your work table after work. I can't stress it enough; I hate messy scientists since it puts the entire Science Sector under strict observation by the suits. 3. Don't accept any offer to work in Telemarketing, ever! I know for sure, that particular sector has one hell of a turnover rate, even on a colony planet.
Implying I came here as a scientist! Don't you see this 40-watt plasma rifle? Don't you see me in my plasteel armored EVA suit? I'm here for when the science goes wrong. When the scientists during a experiment ask, "can we?" instead of "should we?". The only studying I'm going to be doing is "what does super heated, plasma coated, slugs do to the hostile indigenous life on this specific planet." When it comes to that specific question, only then can I say, I'm something of a scientist myself.
Please everyone dont forget about new exoplanet coordination meeting, agenda departure timing and unknown avatar like nature environment, check your starships as well.
Living on Pluto ain’t all bad. If you can find yourself an ice fishing settlement outside the big city, that’ll make for a decent place to bunk up and fill your pockets. I never liked the city much, it was littered with too much crime and corporate businesses for my taste. The last time me and my friend Ralph visited was to take that space elevator they call the “Pillar of Pluto” up to Charon to see if we couldn’t find a good spot for fishing. Caught me a few Charonian Gillies but not enough for the fee to get home, so we had to spend half an orbit at a friend of Ralph’s. After selling enough of these Gillies we finally paid the fee and headed on home, and I even brought a couple rare ones back with me to sell at a high price. I’m not sure how to end this but I hope you enjoyed my super short sci-fi story about the Lance and Ralph: The Plutonian Fishermen.
Can we please do something about Section D7? The constant depressurisation problems there really create traffic and bottlenecking problems in the other much smaller alternative routes. This is like the 5th time this year. I keep getting to work late.
I'm here so my ship can be re fueled and to run any diagnostics as well as if any repairs are to be done. Until then i'll be ejoying the sights, as well as the local shops and restaurants. Once my ship is ready i'm off to my destination. So far it's the nicest Spaceport and Colony i've been to. Best of all...No troublemakers wanting to start trouble with me just for entering the first cantina.
With a heavy sigh, yet another crate full of biological samples was lifted from the cargo freighter and carried down to the main docks. I watched on waiting for my stack of cargo, fiddling with the recorder on the inside of my spacesuit. With a swift flick of the fingers, a green light lit up informing me that my voice was being recorder " Hello, hello again dear log listeners, this your incredible scientist Penumbra Egriss, botanist and Astronomer of level 2a, coming at you live with day..." I look down to check because with how hectic it often got, I never kept track "571! Wow, it has been a few cycles since my last log hasn't it? Now don't get mad, I didn't forget. I was simply busy with the workload dumped on us by the heads." " In local news, today was one of the slower days on Alpha-Raven with Pink skies, violet clouds and no violent, electrical dust storms in sight. There is due to be a solar storm in the evening of magnitude 7.3, so we might not communications for its duration. As you know already from either being informed or listening to my logs, Alpha-Raven is a really new settlement meaning proper specifications are yet to be fully completed. So we, people of the sciences to explore and learn, while the workers make finishing touches on the home base. It would be a few more cycles before any settlers came here for good and I'm shipped off again elsewhere. " I move back a few steps when one of the massive carriers floats by, weighed down by tons of packages and building material "You know? I've always wondered who listens to my weary logs. Just who are you, dear listener? If you find these, then I've probably been ship off of to another planetary colony for continued work. I'd assume you either a resident adventurer looking for interesting secrets left by us or a new scientist sent to fill my post. If your interested, unscrew the left wall panel next to the comlink in-room 22-A. That should suffice. Alas, I must find myself that nobody could be listening to me ramble on for hours but that's alright too. As long as these exist, I don't really care." Out of the corner of my eye, there is a flash of light cyan, the color that marks my crates which are being unloaded from the freighter. "It seems our little talk has to be cut short here. Until the next cycle my space friends!"
Not sure if this is coincidence or not, but this fits right into Rhythm Bot's (a Discord bot that eats YT links and plays them in a channel) 2 hour limitation, and is PERFECT for ambient music during the scifi campaign I'm in. Thanks sosososososo much :D
"New Earth Base, this settlement houses a scientific research facility, a city hall, a police department, a fire department, a law firm, a bank, a hospital, a satellite tv network, a school, a college, several churches, several restaurants, fast food places, a movie theatre, a sports event center, several grocery stores, clothing stores, barber shops, book and video stores, local taxi & transit services, and many more businesses and community services, plus a residential community, many families who've left Earth to live here, and several parks,gardens,& scenic wonders, all within this planet settlement with futuristic technologies, some venture outside these confines to travel to sightsee around the planet they now call home sweet home, New Earth, present population:3,000, the year:2525. New Earth, On the edge of a New Frontier."-👨🚀👩🚀🤖👽🇺🇸🌐🌎🌏🌍🌐..
Home, sweet home. Europa was where I was born and raised, one of the biggest cities near the equator. Port city, beautiful place, and a lot of air traffic around the main tower, going up and down between that and the geosync station. There, you'll find the starport that took me to the Academy and made me a Solar Expeditionary Fleets aviator. Sealed jobs like this never look like they really change from the outside, not unless you see a full hab being constructed. Very all or nothing that way, is the term. It's what's inside that counts. Back before the Terran States, before the genships and the first FTL ringjobs, way back when Earth was all we had, changing part of some city was...well, it was hard in different ways. Yeah, pre-spaceflight hab disassembly was plenty violent back then. That's why they called it "demolition," all explosives and claws and big swinging weights, and I'm sure it was a hoot for the crews that did it, but there were all these rules about lots lying fallow, chemicals and dust and rubble being allowed to disperse, strict procedures on what would be slated to go up next. That part could take years, if you were really unlucky. Or lucky; depends on what was going down. These sealed habs are different - can't do that demolition stuff in an enclosed space where you're trying to keep an incompatible atmosphere and God knows how many tons of water and ice out. Disassembly crews are who you send to rebuild a place once a building's outlived its purpose. Everything in a hab is engineered to break down and its components stored, recycled or reconfigured. Only the most important landmarks are never slated for some kind of assembly crew visit. Those guys are meticulous as all hell - that's the part that takes a while. At least it's work, and not sitting around doing a whole lot of nothing. Of course, all the real excitement is when a new hab section goes up. With all the modular construction and disassembly tech to use, the only central planning is over what a hab can support in terms of internal buildings. The rules are always changing there. What's all the rage now are your truly universal hab sections, these setups with an all-modular interlocking foundation system. Some genius realized if this could speed up construction of your aerospace port towers, you could speed up the construction of a lot of smaller structures that way. In my lifetime I bet the old foundation systems will become Stone Age tech: it'll be all about these, and the habs will be just like the city blocks on open-air colonies, or back on old Earth. You'll be able to plonk down anything. New architecture...what a thought. One's going up here at home, you can tell by all the ground traffic. It's playing merry havoc with local transit, but I don't mind. This city's ground transit has always kind of been a choked mess: there's always too many self-drivers slowing down the manuals on the expressways, and too many people always try to cram themselves into metroline cars on the same train. Everybody elbows everybody on every walkway, the tourist spots are too loud and you can never get a seat at the cafes at peak hours. Been that way, with or without a new hab under construction needing somewhere to put all those people and all that stuff. I guess we're not so different from our predecessors from back then, dealing with all the bugs of city living. We managed back then, and we manage now. It's easy to take all this achievement for granted. Our predecessors sure weren't the ambitious, hopeful types. I hear they thought we'd never get this far at all. The way that sour grapes line I hear so many of our ancestors spouted went, it sounded almost like they were enjoying the idea while they were at it. We were insecure back then, thinking our problems were super special or some dumb junk like that. I'm glad there are some human things that never change, like growing beyond expectations or having to stand in line for coffee and a sandwich just because there's so many other people that thought it was a good idea. Life goes on, you know?
After years of conflict from pirates, and a close call with an ancient evil scourge, the Terran federation has now reached a age of expansion, as colony ships were sent out housing terrans, Vossk,nivelians and greys, with an influx of immigrants from other species from this side of the galaxy and the population issue at the Terran homeworld, gamindustri, expansion is the way forward, it looks like the leader of the Vossk empire wants to talk, best not keep him waiting.
Hah, my mind went to the Terrans and Mengsk, who ensured the downfall of the Terran Confederecy. He then went on to lead the Terran Dominion until the second great war.
Once deemed uninhabitable by the United space command, this planet located in the Damascus star system , which orbits a dual star, is now a major industrial and logistics hub , providing earth and her colonies with vast amounts of resources some very rare like the hyper fuel cells needed for long range voyages across dozens of systems. There is a rumor that something hidden and dark lies in the core of the planet 🤣
"Proxima Alpha. The biggest city in Alpha Centauri. If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere." "Amazing." "Meh. I prefer the villages back on Xoback Three. They're not as big, you know."
S.O.S S.O.S S.O.S this is “The Próximo and I have run out of fuel and barely have any electricity left Please send help! The life support systems are going to shut down in 3 days from now I don’t wanna die... Anyways I will repeat this message until the very end My Position is In the zhara Star System S.O.S S.O.S S.O.S (Message Repeats)
Dear space journal. Just got here in space camp. I like space camp. They have space cupcakes. Might go up to the space cafeteria then play some space ping pong with my boys.
C.T.H.I.C.C.| Estimated Time of Completion - One hundred twenty to one hundred fifty standard terran days. Status - Forty to fifty-five percent complete. (Around 4 to 5 earth months left assuming each month is 30 days.) C.T.H.I.C.C stands for Colonial Traffic and Habitat for Interstellar Construction Computer
These damn moon kids today and there holophones I remember when I had a smartphone when it came out..... But wait what will schools be like on the moon?
So the environmental conditions in this relaxing place could be at least reasonably habitable without always having to remain in artificially sealed and pressurized conditions. Well, I can't actually prove from the sounds alone whether or not the people walking around outside are wearing pressurized environmental suits, or simply wearing unpressurized garments with boots. There has to be at least some oxygen in the air outside the dome structure, because otherwise there would be no oxygen to allow for the sparking wires at 04:15.
I woke up. I look around at the bustling life around me and realize I am on a space station! God damn tootin dug nubbit. I'd been captured by the humans again!!! THEY ALWAYS BE WANTIN ME POT O GOLD!!!........was that the kinda story yall be lookin fur?
I've been living with these Gellians for 8 weeks now. At first it was amusing, but now I'm starting to get really... well pissed is a fitting name for it. I'm tired of the constant smell of urine everywhere. I don't care if their "slave" caste spend the whole day cleaning up after these barbaric quadrupeds, I'm sick of avoiding puddles in the hallways. And to top it off my boss (who is Gellian too, despite the temp job post saying "primarily human environment") is starting to show frustration with me every time I need to go use a proper restroom. I mean, I never really considered myself a prude, but I am not the kind of guy who's just going to take a leak right on the floor in the middle of a business meeting. At least they find defecation an important part of their religious rituals. I still don't know what the details are, but the wiki I read last night said their religion attributes religious purity to those with "clean" feces. Something apparently determined by the pheromones they can smell in them. I guess that's why my "sensitivity training" (which was completely insufficient by the way) mentioned that you should never use words describing feces in conversation. I slipped last week and said the S word when I smacked my knee on the side of the desk, and every Gellian in my work sector went silent for a solid 5 minutes. I'm not sure if the silence was their prayers for our souls or a cultural attempt at guilting me into never making that mistake again. If it was the latter, it was certainly effective. I can't wait for my reassignment, these last 10 weeks are really going to drag on. And when I get back to properly "diverse" society where bathroom use is more the norm, I'll have to celebrate with a new pair of work shoes. Xalthu leather is fantastic stuff, but I bet it never stops smelling of urine after this. This job is a joke. No one told me I'd be working in such a zoo.
The first hour after my de-freeze passed only with the feeling of discomfort. It's only now that I have started to actually think again. Feels like my brain itself has only just defrosted. Though my mind wasn't actually frozen. It was uploaded into neural storage while my body was in cryostasis, then downloaded again as the ship stabilised in orbit. But my body feels horrible. No wonder Knowledge Seekers are few and far between. Still, I shouldn't complain, this is my life, it's what I chose. The sour sting of Toupmelon juice works its way through my sinuses and I splutter the vile green stuff over myself and the deck. Thank the Oe I'm the only one on board. Well besides K-40, but I still need to switch that orb online. Speaking of orbs, every now and then the brilliance of the planet Yentika Prime enters through various port windows of my ship. Smaller than Tablon, my homeworld, but much more vibrant in colour. It has a violet tinged atmosphere, with a ring of a red autotrophic life outlining the twilight zone of this tidally locked planet. Starting from a defined edge on the Yentikan shadow side, these scarlet forests, interrupted only by colossal mountain ranges, extend all the way onto the shores of a singular pale pink ocean on the sunward side. Ribbons of white clouds stream in arcs across this ocean, pulled by cyclonic winds. They extend from the most sunward point, indicated by a intensely reflective hurricane over the ocean, bending and fading into darkness at the twilight zone.
Pulling myself away from the window, I feel the caffeine like compounds in the Toupmelon has done it's job. I'm awake enough now to start the decent. In five minuets, I'm fully prepped and moving. My signature green, orange and black all-planet venture suit gleams confindent in the light of the local red dwarf. The smooth metallic breast plate and sleek astro-mask keen to be used again after 12 relativistic years of hyper travel. K-40 hovering and blinking above me looks as happy as a droid can, lights flashing "excitedly" whilst the ship shudders and shakes as we enter the atmosphere. Unlike me, K-40 is unaffected by any G forces, thanks to Oe tech. The shaking subsides, the nav systems lock onto Jenopa Et, the Yentikan Settlement, and the blue heat flares on the ships heat shield subside as we start to glide down. The canopies of gigantic red Snatcher Trees rush past, their whip like tentacles trying to slash at my ship. In the distance, through the purple haze of the atmosphere, grows the impressive Entopan Mountain ranges, the largest range in this system, cloud topped black pyres of jagged rock bursting out of the red forests below. Menacing, but the only safe area to build a settlement, lest it be trampled by the migratory plant life.
Cliff faces and knife sharp peaks flash by and, if I'd blinked i'd have missed it, the Settlement emerges in a relativity flat rock outcropping, it's compilation of glass and new metal throws glares through my visor. The ship hovers for a moment, mandatory scans are made, the intercom buzzes and I'm allowed to dock. "K, get a route up to the nearest vacuum looper", K-40 beeps cheerily and a minimap appears on my astromasks visor. Ten minuets and several stops later the looper train arrives at the Jenopa's main Dome. The main hall is buzzing with people of all species and manufacture. Yellow vested construction crews, consisting mainly of wasp like Zsettiiiipik, work in groups around sectioned off sites. Workers of all specifications zip around carrying tablets and samples or poking at the air, evidently using smart eyes. Every local seems hurried. That's the stress that comes with new settlements, the constant worry that a system will fail, or the funding will stop, the need to prove the settlements worth to the investors. The only people moving at a leisurely place are tourists or geared up Knowledge Seekers like myself, some of them armed. I take a seat at a nearby open air restaurant overlooking the Main Dome and order a Entiloan breakfast meal (What? hyper travel makes you hungry). I sit back into the warm never ending light of the twilight zone sunset and begin to read through the incomplete guide (which I'm here to fill) of Known Yentikan Lifeforms, whilst a 12 year catch up report enters my neural link. Tomorrow I head out into the Flame Forests, following the pink rapids and streams to the oceans edge, and begin a five year assignment to catalogue the flora and fauna of this newly discovered and dangerously beautiful exoplanet.
Amazing , you deserve to be a writer and a great 1
@@pakistanzucks I second this
Amazing.
Thanks everyone. I certainly would like to pursue writing one day. Your words have certainly given me encouragement on that front.
Please write a book. I’ll read it!
I just wanna say, to all the people who write comments in RP to the ambience, you genuinely make my day when i read them, it adds even more to the video and its interesting to see what you come up with and talk about, please never stop!
Luv ya too stranger , god bless and stay strong carry on forward in life with the best of intentions .
I WILL NEVER
I won't stop either
Darn, all of these ambient sounds you've been making have engraved a story filled universe in my head. Once again, atmospheric as always!
Thanks, I always love to hear the kinds of stories my viewers come up with when listening to the ambiences :D
@@AmbienceLab imm high asf LAWL
I LOVE THIS! I feel like I'm sitting at an "outdoor cafe" which is outside of the main cafe but inside the super structure. Much like a food court at those old 20th century malls. I'm sitting here enjoying a cup of coffee and studying software engineering. SOO relaxing. The random announcements are a brilliant touch.
Oh for the love of the Empire, I wanted the Capital City in LHS 3447, not an outpost in LHS 3447-17! That’s a 10,000 light year difference! How did we even get out this far!? I know 2,000c is fast, but not THAT fast! What do you mean, the trip was pre-planned, I never pre-planned anything. Hey! Wait! Don’t leave without me!
love your ability to paint a scene using only sound aswell as the little shortstories that people come up with in the comment section. Its nice to see how these soundscapes sparks this creativity in people
Absolutely agree, I love reading such comments :) it amazes me every time!
You should work for one of the outer colonies they said, that would be fun they said. Nah, I go home, back to Earth - one G, safe space ports, a atmosphere that is already life friendly and the Sol Home Guard protecting us. Yes, time to go back.
See you there.
Finally, after several long weeks traversing the dacron galaxy and making it through the local Artificial Intelligence Jump gates during the usual cognitive testing, I arrived on the planet surface. The terraforming machines were operating a little slow, I noticed. Still, that's to be expected, as their gravitron drives had yet to sync with the planets core. The Docking went well to the ship bay, and after a short drive around during orientation in the Autonomous exploration vehicle, I arrived at the settlement. It was well constructed, I noticed, as the main entrance airlock doors cycled smoothly and I stepped into the large reception, my home for the next five years.....
Of all the outposts and settlements my crew and I visit, this little backwater, this tiny, insignificant mining colony out in the ass end of space, has long been a favorite. Being unregistered is occasionally a problem, but the authorities here tend to overlook or minimize that, considering what we usually deliver here.
This place is fantastic. The food is delicious and worth every ha'aan'ik, the booze, especially the local beer, is plentiful and cheap, deuterium is undoubtedly the cheapest of anywhere we've ever been, but the women! The women are plainly the most beautiful in the galaxy. Yefim, our chief engineer, has requested permission to bring his girlfriend, a gorgeous, waif-like, wholesome girl with a desire to travel, along when we depart next. I'm tempted to agree, if she agrees to work in the chow hall. It'll be nice to have some better food on the family wagon on our longer trips. She'll be a damn sight nicer to see cooking than Hassan's wrinkly mug.
We depart in three days, time enough to cash in the leave I promised the crew, and to finish preparations for cargo loading and takeoff as well. And to catch a little R&R of my own. There's a stunner working the bar I've caught looking at me.
Happy birthday, Phoebe!
Thankfully, Phoebe was born just after the renovations to the school/daycare were made, so she'll have a great academic life
Her name is Phoebe Parents, apparently. "Best of luck to the Parents..."
@@atlasking6110I think they were just wishing her mom and dad well on raising her
This gives me hope, as an asocial introvert & NEET haha. Give me a one-way trip to a first colony in outer space & I'll be happy to do something for them as a 'mob character'.
Every night is a fantasy night in my head but I've never had an actual sound to go with it. This great. Thanks.
Your skills with sounds are beyond amazing. You seem to have every aspect covered. Brilliant as always Jamie!
Thank you so much, Ariel!! ^.^
Finally. Here on X45BHI. It's taken a while to pay for the trip off of Bexlaria-59, but it was worth it to see my family again! I've decided to stay here for awhile. In the years of living on Bexlaria-59, I met dozens of cool and interesting people. And aliens, mind you. But ONE of my closest friend there is Keith. Pilot Keith. Worked at the loading dock with me, shipped things back and forth, and helped a lot with financial and moral support. Keith stayed on Bexlaria-59, but wished me the best. Said he would visit when he made shipments. It's been 3 months now, still no sign of em. Getting worried.... My other friends name is Addeal. She came with me to X45BHI, shes a cyborg. Right now, she works at the greenhouse. I work as an engineer. An announcement is made, a child has been born. "I miss them back on the ship...." I sigh. Walking into my quarters (not barracks anymore!) I look at the group picture of me and Addela and Keith, and (I cant think of names rn srry) everyone at the bar. Best friends. My computer pings.
I open up the message and read: 'Hey Claire!! How are you? Sorry, we've been backed up at work, but I'll be their in about 2 days! See ya soon weirdo'
I chuckle, and go back out of my quarters. I head towards the cafeteria, and sit down next to Addela, telling her about the message. Another announcement is made.
"ALL WORKERS, PLEASE HEAD TO SECTION D FOR REPAIRS, ALL WORKERS HEAD TO SECTION D FOR REPAIRS." Well, that was my cue, time to get back to work!!
Days later....
I look around the orange, purple, polka dot sky for a loading ship. Nothing. It's almost night. I give up.
Turning around, head to the ground, I bump into something. Or, rather, someONE.
Looking up, I gasp. "Keith! Dude where were you?" I ask "I was working, an alien lost her kid, took us DAYS to find em."
We walked along the halls, and Addela joined us later on. We all chatted as if it where the last days on Earth.
Or, rather, X45BHI.
To be seen later, maybe on another space one!! (Nothing romantic is happening between anyone, everyone here are JUST friends! Mainly cuz I'm basing them off my real friends and it would be weird.)
Oh and...
(I'm probably gonna introduce a new character, as a love intrest for Claire ;)]
Cringe
Ah, you're the new guy my employees were talking about, right? Welcome to the Science Sector! I'm your supervisor by the way.
Here, let me give you three tips for beginners:
1. Keep your hands clean at all cost. Any exposure to dust, dirt, or biological tissue must be cleaned either by washing your hands or using the decontamination chamber.
2. Make sure to clean and tidy your work table after work. I can't stress it enough; I hate messy scientists since it puts the entire Science Sector under strict observation by the suits.
3. Don't accept any offer to work in Telemarketing, ever! I know for sure, that particular sector has one hell of a turnover rate, even on a colony planet.
And be very, very careful when making coffee! You don't even want to know...
Implying I came here as a scientist! Don't you see this 40-watt plasma rifle? Don't you see me in my plasteel armored EVA suit? I'm here for when the science goes wrong. When the scientists during a experiment ask, "can we?" instead of "should we?". The only studying I'm going to be doing is "what does super heated, plasma coated, slugs do to the hostile indigenous life on this specific planet." When it comes to that specific question, only then can I say, I'm something of a scientist myself.
Uhh, bro I’m just a tourist today, nothing special. Tho...is an internship in astrological biochemistry and medical forensics still off the table?
@@RawkL0bster Excellent!
Please everyone dont forget about new exoplanet coordination meeting, agenda departure timing and unknown avatar like nature environment, check your starships as well.
Living on Pluto ain’t all bad. If you can find yourself an ice fishing settlement outside the big city, that’ll make for a decent place to bunk up and fill your pockets. I never liked the city much, it was littered with too much crime and corporate businesses for my taste. The last time me and my friend Ralph visited was to take that space elevator they call the “Pillar of Pluto” up to Charon to see if we couldn’t find a good spot for fishing. Caught me a few Charonian Gillies but not enough for the fee to get home, so we had to spend half an orbit at a friend of Ralph’s. After selling enough of these Gillies we finally paid the fee and headed on home, and I even brought a couple rare ones back with me to sell at a high price.
I’m not sure how to end this but I hope you enjoyed my super short sci-fi story about the Lance and Ralph: The Plutonian Fishermen.
by far my favorite one so far keep them coming!
Thanks, I will do my best :D
Can we please do something about Section D7? The constant depressurisation problems there really create traffic and bottlenecking problems in the other much smaller alternative routes. This is like the 5th time this year. I keep getting to work late.
I see in comments people dreaming of space exploring...coming soon...we will rock it
YOU are the Most Amazing ambience Maker of all time! I can really imagine the scenes. You are the Best!
I'm Garrus Vakarian and THIS is my new favorite spot on the Citadel!
So amazing. Please never stop!
I'm here so my ship can be re fueled and to run any diagnostics as well as if any repairs are to be done. Until then i'll be ejoying the sights, as well as the local shops and restaurants. Once my ship is ready i'm off to my destination. So far it's the nicest Spaceport and Colony i've been to. Best of all...No troublemakers wanting to start trouble with me just for entering the first cantina.
These ambient sounds inspire me so much, thank you for this!
With a heavy sigh, yet another crate full of biological samples was lifted from the cargo freighter and carried down to the main docks. I watched on waiting for my stack of cargo, fiddling with the recorder on the inside of my spacesuit. With a swift flick of the fingers, a green light lit up informing me that my voice was being recorder " Hello, hello again dear log listeners, this your incredible scientist Penumbra Egriss, botanist and Astronomer of level 2a, coming at you live with day..." I look down to check because with how hectic it often got, I never kept track "571! Wow, it has been a few cycles since my last log hasn't it? Now don't get mad, I didn't forget. I was simply busy with the workload dumped on us by the heads."
" In local news, today was one of the slower days on Alpha-Raven with Pink skies, violet clouds and no violent, electrical dust storms in sight. There is due to be a solar storm in the evening of magnitude 7.3, so we might not communications for its duration. As you know already from either being informed or listening to my logs, Alpha-Raven is a really new settlement meaning proper specifications are yet to be fully completed. So we, people of the sciences to explore and learn, while the workers make finishing touches on the home base. It would be a few more cycles before any settlers came here for good and I'm shipped off again elsewhere. "
I move back a few steps when one of the massive carriers floats by, weighed down by tons of packages and building material "You know? I've always wondered who listens to my weary logs. Just who are you, dear listener? If you find these, then I've probably been ship off of to another planetary colony for continued work. I'd assume you either a resident adventurer looking for interesting secrets left by us or a new scientist sent to fill my post. If your interested, unscrew the left wall panel next to the comlink in-room 22-A. That should suffice. Alas, I must find myself that nobody could be listening to me ramble on for hours but that's alright too. As long as these exist, I don't really care."
Out of the corner of my eye, there is a flash of light cyan, the color that marks my crates which are being unloaded from the freighter. "It seems our little talk has to be cut short here. Until the next cycle my space friends!"
Awesome story!
Not sure if this is coincidence or not, but this fits right into Rhythm Bot's (a Discord bot that eats YT links and plays them in a channel) 2 hour limitation, and is PERFECT for ambient music during the scifi campaign I'm in. Thanks sosososososo much :D
“It’ll all end in tears...”
Oooooo I love the flare sounds!
I wouldnt mind helping out with some lines for this, these are amazing.
"New Earth Base,
this settlement houses a scientific research facility,
a city hall,
a police department,
a fire department,
a law firm,
a bank,
a hospital,
a satellite tv network,
a school,
a college,
several churches,
several restaurants,
fast food places,
a movie theatre,
a sports event center,
several grocery stores,
clothing stores,
barber shops,
book and video stores,
local taxi & transit services,
and many more businesses
and community services,
plus a residential community,
many families who've left Earth
to live here,
and several parks,gardens,& scenic wonders,
all within this planet settlement with
futuristic technologies,
some venture outside these confines to travel
to sightsee around the planet they now call
home sweet home,
New Earth,
present population:3,000,
the year:2525.
New Earth,
On the edge of a New Frontier."-👨🚀👩🚀🤖👽🇺🇸🌐🌎🌏🌍🌐..
The year went kinda deep xD I wouldn't be surprised if this existed in the year 2525 I mean we have to accomplish something by then.
Home, sweet home.
Europa was where I was born and raised, one of the biggest cities near the equator. Port city, beautiful place, and a lot of air traffic around the main tower, going up and down between that and the geosync station. There, you'll find the starport that took me to the Academy and made me a Solar Expeditionary Fleets aviator.
Sealed jobs like this never look like they really change from the outside, not unless you see a full hab being constructed. Very all or nothing that way, is the term. It's what's inside that counts. Back before the Terran States, before the genships and the first FTL ringjobs, way back when Earth was all we had, changing part of some city was...well, it was hard in different ways. Yeah, pre-spaceflight hab disassembly was plenty violent back then. That's why they called it "demolition," all explosives and claws and big swinging weights, and I'm sure it was a hoot for the crews that did it, but there were all these rules about lots lying fallow, chemicals and dust and rubble being allowed to disperse, strict procedures on what would be slated to go up next. That part could take years, if you were really unlucky. Or lucky; depends on what was going down.
These sealed habs are different - can't do that demolition stuff in an enclosed space where you're trying to keep an incompatible atmosphere and God knows how many tons of water and ice out. Disassembly crews are who you send to rebuild a place once a building's outlived its purpose. Everything in a hab is engineered to break down and its components stored, recycled or reconfigured. Only the most important landmarks are never slated for some kind of assembly crew visit. Those guys are meticulous as all hell - that's the part that takes a while. At least it's work, and not sitting around doing a whole lot of nothing.
Of course, all the real excitement is when a new hab section goes up. With all the modular construction and disassembly tech to use, the only central planning is over what a hab can support in terms of internal buildings. The rules are always changing there. What's all the rage now are your truly universal hab sections, these setups with an all-modular interlocking foundation system. Some genius realized if this could speed up construction of your aerospace port towers, you could speed up the construction of a lot of smaller structures that way. In my lifetime I bet the old foundation systems will become Stone Age tech: it'll be all about these, and the habs will be just like the city blocks on open-air colonies, or back on old Earth. You'll be able to plonk down anything. New architecture...what a thought.
One's going up here at home, you can tell by all the ground traffic. It's playing merry havoc with local transit, but I don't mind. This city's ground transit has always kind of been a choked mess: there's always too many self-drivers slowing down the manuals on the expressways, and too many people always try to cram themselves into metroline cars on the same train. Everybody elbows everybody on every walkway, the tourist spots are too loud and you can never get a seat at the cafes at peak hours. Been that way, with or without a new hab under construction needing somewhere to put all those people and all that stuff. I guess we're not so different from our predecessors from back then, dealing with all the bugs of city living. We managed back then, and we manage now.
It's easy to take all this achievement for granted. Our predecessors sure weren't the ambitious, hopeful types. I hear they thought we'd never get this far at all. The way that sour grapes line I hear so many of our ancestors spouted went, it sounded almost like they were enjoying the idea while they were at it. We were insecure back then, thinking our problems were super special or some dumb junk like that. I'm glad there are some human things that never change, like growing beyond expectations or having to stand in line for coffee and a sandwich just because there's so many other people that thought it was a good idea.
Life goes on, you know?
After years of conflict from pirates, and a close call with an ancient evil scourge, the Terran federation has now reached a age of expansion, as colony ships were sent out housing terrans, Vossk,nivelians and greys, with an influx of immigrants from other species from this side of the galaxy and the population issue at the Terran homeworld, gamindustri, expansion is the way forward, it looks like the leader of the Vossk empire wants to talk, best not keep him waiting.
Galaxy on Fire?
Hah, my mind went to the Terrans and Mengsk, who ensured the downfall of the Terran Confederecy. He then went on to lead the Terran Dominion until the second great war.
Excellent!. Thank YOU so, so much!!!!
Thumbnails & tiles matters. I clicked for the photo first (Mass Effect setting), and then the sountrack.
Did she say” Two weeks before space vodka”!!! Space is so cruel.
Perfection. You guys create some of the best whitenoises out there :-)
Listening to this while reading 'The Moon is a Harsh Mistress'
Good one! 😍 Try "The Stars My Destination" (by Alfred Bester) too.
It feels like space. It's going to be hard. Smart.
Once deemed uninhabitable by the United space command, this planet located in the Damascus star system , which orbits a dual star, is now a major industrial and logistics hub , providing earth and her colonies with vast amounts of resources some very rare like the hyper fuel cells needed for long range voyages across dozens of systems. There is a rumor that something hidden and dark lies in the core of the planet 🤣
Awesome Love that. Very imaginative and clever
More thumbs-ups are needed.
"Proxima Alpha. The biggest city in Alpha Centauri. If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere."
"Amazing."
"Meh. I prefer the villages back on Xoback Three. They're not as big, you know."
S.O.S S.O.S S.O.S this is “The Próximo and I have run out of fuel and barely have any electricity left
Please send help!
The life support systems are going to shut down in 3 days from now
I don’t wanna die...
Anyways I will repeat this message until the very end
My Position is In the zhara Star System
S.O.S S.O.S S.O.S
(Message Repeats)
Dear space journal. Just got here in space camp. I like space camp. They have space cupcakes. Might go up to the space cafeteria then play some space ping pong with my boys.
But when the heck are they going to finish that incomplete radiation shield? Oh, well. Happy birthday, Phoebe!
C.T.H.I.C.C.| Estimated Time of Completion - One hundred twenty to one hundred fifty standard terran days.
Status - Forty to fifty-five percent complete.
(Around 4 to 5 earth months left assuming each month is 30 days.)
C.T.H.I.C.C stands for Colonial Traffic and Habitat for Interstellar Construction Computer
These damn moon kids today and there holophones I remember when I had a smartphone when it came out.....
But wait what will schools be like on the moon?
A lot of classes of astronomy?
Amazing as always :)
We Have Awoken From Stasis! We Have Safely Landed On Our New Stationed Home!!! X-PLANET-3035A
Great Video For Deep Sleep 😴💤
So the environmental conditions in this relaxing place could be at least reasonably habitable without always having to remain in artificially sealed and pressurized conditions. Well, I can't actually prove from the sounds alone whether or not the people walking around outside are wearing pressurized environmental suits, or simply wearing unpressurized garments with boots. There has to be at least some oxygen in the air outside the dome structure, because otherwise there would be no oxygen to allow for the sparking wires at 04:15.
This is great. Thanks.
You have a gtreat imaginations
wtf why are you talking to yourself
Easily the best one. Far sounds and close sounds. Sounds that move to and away from us. It's busy and alive.
What's fascinating is that this is almost exactly what the Apple headquarters looks like!
I woke up. I look around at the bustling life around me and realize I am on a space station! God damn tootin dug nubbit. I'd been captured by the humans again!!! THEY ALWAYS BE WANTIN ME POT O GOLD!!!........was that the kinda story yall be lookin fur?
this is perfect ouo
the humans and their comments are just adorable
So cool!
Thank you! :D
Make a lunar base ambience!
I was thinking of doing some kind of audiobook podcast thing. Would I be able to use your clips on them for the background?
53:15 The coffee bean aliens strike again! It all started on that Mars Colony with Jennifer being attacked ; I wonder what the aliens' mission is...
i laughed so hard reading your comment and hearing that.
Looks a lot like my hometown.
No Subway, no Burger King, the whole place smells like feet... Where the hell am I???
Super 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻
Danke dir ! ;)
What happend to the Mars Lab ambience? That was my favorite?
This is Far Point... remade & rebuilt, after freeing the creature then building it rightly, as it should've been 👍
dirt floor?
00:01
That's Farpoint Station Man lol
Watch out where the Huskys go, don’t you eat that yellow snow…
(Starship arrive to the Space Settlement)
My frend...
Champ
Listening to th-cam.com/video/k3fz6CC45ok/w-d-xo.html while I watch. Double layering the awesomeness.
Oh great, I live at my job.
*Konohagakure 2 hours?pleeeasseee* (^-^)
hahahaha
ichiraku's ramen shop ambience
kinda sounds like I am at the airport and it's raining outside
Foot sound effects a little too high volume. Microphone sounds like it's on the floor lol. Constant footscrapes.
Has to be ambience IN the station. No sound in a vacuum, lol.
The sky is not black, so the planet clearly has an atmosphere and therefore it is not vacuum outside
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I've been living with these Gellians for 8 weeks now. At first it was amusing, but now I'm starting to get really... well pissed is a fitting name for it. I'm tired of the constant smell of urine everywhere. I don't care if their "slave" caste spend the whole day cleaning up after these barbaric quadrupeds, I'm sick of avoiding puddles in the hallways. And to top it off my boss (who is Gellian too, despite the temp job post saying "primarily human environment") is starting to show frustration with me every time I need to go use a proper restroom. I mean, I never really considered myself a prude, but I am not the kind of guy who's just going to take a leak right on the floor in the middle of a business meeting. At least they find defecation an important part of their religious rituals. I still don't know what the details are, but the wiki I read last night said their religion attributes religious purity to those with "clean" feces. Something apparently determined by the pheromones they can smell in them. I guess that's why my "sensitivity training" (which was completely insufficient by the way) mentioned that you should never use words describing feces in conversation. I slipped last week and said the S word when I smacked my knee on the side of the desk, and every Gellian in my work sector went silent for a solid 5 minutes. I'm not sure if the silence was their prayers for our souls or a cultural attempt at guilting me into never making that mistake again. If it was the latter, it was certainly effective. I can't wait for my reassignment, these last 10 weeks are really going to drag on. And when I get back to properly "diverse" society where bathroom use is more the norm, I'll have to celebrate with a new pair of work shoes. Xalthu leather is fantastic stuff, but I bet it never stops smelling of urine after this. This job is a joke. No one told me I'd be working in such a zoo.
The welding sound is really bad and distracting.
Looks like a separatist base to me.
shame you can hear birds