[ WP ] A rogue planet has destabilized the solar system and flung the Earth into the galaxy as a rogue planet of its own , forcing the survivors to retreat underground .

The year is 167 A.R. The air around the deep survival bunker, other than being stuffy, is tense. I enter the observance chamber, and it's a buzz of activity. People huddling around unrecognizable laptops and computers. The days were finally closing in on the hours. Light was imminent. 
 
 It has been 167 years since the destabilization. 167 years after rogue. Our planet, along with its some 7.8 billion population of people, have been forced to hide, or die trying. Many of us went underground, taking with us seeds and other animals to restart life if possible. We all new the odds of that though. After the first five years of preparation, we went into cryostasis, while a small population elected to stay and try and plot our course through the lonely emptiness of deep space. Needless to say, they succeeded, and they were bloody excited. Our Earth, with its surface now a comfortable -176 degrees Celsius, is on a hopeful course to the Andromeda Galaxy. We are approaching it very fast, but we believe that we will come within orbital distance and speed of at least twenty stars. And so we were awoken. Our planet, after a century of darkness, is starting to receive light from nearby stars. The boffs say that it still is only a full moon of light, but it's a change. Soon, we will pass by a red giant, and very closely. The boffs believe that it will be enough to start thawing out our cold, icy blue planet. 
 
 The day has arrived. I am standing at the airlock, alongside my expeditionary unit. It's been a few days since we started our slingshot around the red giant, and the surface readings say that the temperature is stabilizing between -19 and 2 degrees. It's still cold, but it will be bearable, especially in our survival gear. We have packed 3 days of food. It's been a while since I've had a military ration pack, but the management thought it would be suitable to have one with our return to the surface. Everyone else has backed skis on their backpacks, but I've got my old snowboard kit with me. It was my passion before I left the surface. I stand here, before the airlock, googles on and pretty much looking like a... Like one of those puffy treats you roast on a stick over fire. I ca n't remember their name. Come to think of it, I hardly remember what fire looks like. The attendant starts the opening sequence from his enclosed booth. I stand at the head of the other 11 men and women. Everyone of them has lost something to the darkness, and everyone of them has determination to reclaim our planet and our lives. The air lock breaks, and a flood of air escapes and pours in. As I shield my eyes from the initial blinding light, I know of the struggle to come. I stand upright, and stare out beyond the layered steel frame. Crisp virgin snow lays beyond us, in our bleak abandoned world. 
 `` O brave new world'', I mutter to no one reminiscently. 

