Prologue: From Unknown Journal, Discovered in the Rubble of the ruined Space Center

You know, it's hard to imagine that Kerbals are so violent. We're short, round, and green for Monolith's Sake! Yet here we are on the cusp of annihilation. Thankfully the government got their act together in the 11th hour, and here we are. The last bastion of Kerbin. At this point our doors are open to anyone. If this initiative succeeds it just might be the second chance our species needs. If it doesn't, then I shudder to think that we ended this way.

Everyone thought that rockets would usher in a new age of peace, instead all they've brought is misery and destruction. Oh sure, we made great strides on our journey to the Mun and with our probes to Duna. All good things come to an end I suppose. Still, after the accident...I shudder to think about being alive then. I feel bad enough being around after the end of the the last...hopefully last, resource war. Still...

The new KSC plans are laid before us. We're placing it on the equator, currently in the last habitable zone on the planet. We've got maybe 5 years to put this together and get everyone into hibernation before we run into our emergency stores. Jeb thinks we can get it done in 4, but it will be close. If stragglers keep coming in, then I think we'll make it. I've got to stay positive though. I've got to set a good example

The Diary is blackened and moldy from long years buried under Monolith knows what. You struggle to read the next few pages, with only scarce paragraphs here and there being discernible.

All of the buildings are going up nicely. The Vehicle Assembly Building was finished yesterday, and the concrete for the runway is being poured today. It's amazing how fast this goes when Kerbal ingenuity meets a bit of motivation. I even saw Hermey smile today, and that never happens. I think we all have a sense of pride, and hope that we just haven't had for a long time....

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The factory and science complex looks incredible! I haven't seen a building complex that big since....well ever. The war destroyed most of the cities overnight, and that's where things this big that weren't military were. I can't wait until it's done and I can take a tour. Work has also commenced on the Com Station. The dishes they brought in can probably make it all the way out to Duna! Maybe even farther.

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More and more. Just more and more all the time. What are they even doing here, and where is the science crew? In fact where is anyone. I just realized I haven't seen anyone but building crew in days. At first I thought that's because I was just so busy working so many shifts, but I've had two days off now. This doesn't seem good.

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This is crazy! Absolutely Crazy! What in the name of Moho are they talking about! We were the last....but what if they are right. What if we weren't the last?


Many more short scribbles are dashed here and there, but make no sense without more context. You wonder just what happened here, before turning to the last page and read this....

This is it. This is the end! All our hope rests in the fallout shelters being able to withstand the blasts of the Thors. If they can't...we're done for. All that work wasted, gone! All because some crazy Islanders refused to go along with our new government. They called a unified government a travesty, and that we would lose all diversity, all semblance of individuality. Well we just might lose everything.

I suppose it doesn't matter if I keep writing. It just helps me feel better...I never really thought about what it would be like to face the end. I guess this is what it is like. I feel strangely calm though. There is one final bunker in the compound. It's a plan C if you want to call it that. If all of this fails, we have one final hope...but if that happens we really will lose all of our diversity. We aren't supposed to know, but after the Thors took off all personnel heads were told about it and given access. We've been scattered across the base in the hopes that some part remains intact. I suppose it doesn't matter if I write it here. It's not like anybody will ever read this. Either I won't let them or....anyway. They only had the hibernation unit ready for 5 Kerbals. So they put the best of us down there. I'm sad I lost the engineer slot, but I know full well he was more qualified than me. Hopefully the gene banks survive, otherwise we'll only have 5 Kerbals to pull from. I say we, but if the gene banks don't survive at the bottom level, nothing will.

If I make it, then I vow to do my best help lead our people on the next adventure, whatever that may mean. If I don't make it...then I pray to Monolith that someone does. Anyone! A whole race snuffed out of existence is...unfathomable to say the least. Even more so when it's us. I suppose only time will tell. The Thors hit in about 5 minutes. I think I want to spend these last moments looking up to the stars. The last true hope for Kerbal kind. There really isn't much left here for us. I just want to dream...dream that we will make it back out there one day. I'll see you on the other side.

That's the end of the journal. This was the last point marked as a safe zone. It really is up to Plan C. But you already knew that. How long were we down there?

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