Sifu drops in...
One solution used a good bit in Science Fiction is the Bussard Ramscoop which collects the small amount of hydrogen found in interstellar space and uses it to fuel a fusion drive.
Well now, it just so happens that I have been consumed with that very concept, fiction wise. Have a seat, friends...
FROM novel TALES OF A MAD SCIENTIST
FROM story EXPLORATION SAGA, spisode E PLURIBUS UNUM
Is it really possible to have a viable interstellar culture when there is no faster-than-light transport or communications technology? Common sense says that this is a task that should be placed on the 'impossible' list. Have we encountered a situation where conventional wisdom is trumped by audacity? Some skilled ones have succeeded in just such a way.
This may very well be the case with our intrepid explorers. Bold, determined, fearless. Every generation has its heroes, and these people certainly qualify as such. They could be well on the way to creating something that is much greater than the simple sum of its parts...
...tall waves continue a cycle which began many years in the past, and would continue into the forseeable future. Expending their energy on a rocky shoreline, water dissipates, draining away to leave rocks apparently intact. Will anyone be here to witness ultimate victory, when these same waves end their travels on a shoreline of sand?
A solitary figure sat in calm repose. His meditation posture was a study in perfection. Occasionally salt spray would reach his location, half a meter from a sheer cliff some six meters high. Variable winds would lift his waist length hair and threaten to twist it into a 'Gordian' knot.
None of these events were a worthy distraction, none had an effect on his serene attitude. How about the almost inaudible tones that rose and fell in pitch on a thirty second cycle? Where would someone find wind chimes in this location?
Perhaps this new event qualifies as a worthy distraction. A second sun has appeared. One overhead can be easily dismissed, another on the horizon is more difficult to ignore. Light directed into his eyes seemed to pulse in rythym with those discreetly hidden chimes, now repeating on a ten second cycle. The figure reached up slowly to shield his eyes from that persistent glare...and his vision cleared enough to see.
Responding to his movement, light dimmed to almost zero. Now he could see other dim lights and smell the faint ozone tang of electrostimulation in his nostrils. With enough presence of mind to grasp the two autoresponse handles placed at waist level, he soon saw the plasteel overplate slide away and felt his body beginning to rise. Just when his seat had reached a comfortable sitting posture and locked into place, a work arm slid in front of him, with a flatscreen display attached.
Gentle waves of the hand caused the display to adjust itself until it was at a perfect viewing distance. Finally free of that persistent dream state that seemed to want to stay, he remembered where he was...
UNITED AERTH TRANSTELLAR VEHICLE 'STARDUST'
TOTAL STATUS: BLUE
DECANTING STATUS: WITHIN FIELD NORMS
[CAUTION: RECOMMEND INGESTING STIMULANT FORMULA 1395 TO OBTAIN HOMEOSTASIS]
A work arm came from another direction, delicately holding a vial of clear fluid. He took it and sipped slowly while other displays activated and moved into position around him. He was still amazed that he did not wake up with that mental fog they warned him about. Only that first time did he have the disorientation and lack of focus lasting up to an hour. There were no difficulties with being frozen or decanted, he just didn't want to wake up. Well, one can get used to almost anything...
[MISSION TIME: YEAR 214[6132] //DAY 148 //HOUR 04 //MIN 33 //SEC 06_]
[[ HOME HYPERWAVE STATUS: [ALERT]AERTH - ORANGE
We lost the hyperwave relay to home!
[[VEHICLE HYPERWAVE STATUS: OUTBOUND - GREEN
[CAUTION]RELATIVITY - BLUE
What happened with RELATIVITY that we do not have a transfer protocol?
[[COLONY HYPERWAVE STATUS: LANDFALL - GREEN / ROCKYTOP - GREEN
[CAUTION]KRIEGERLAND - BLUE
I thought the Kriegerland relay would be fully active by now...He shook his head. He had no idea if the machined waveguides they left behind or the tachyon generators they were supposed to build were assembled into a functional system at this time. Besides, it was faster than light, but a minimal advantage. Maybe forty percent faster is all. We may just have not have a transfer protocol yet. I can always get status later...
[[MEDICAL STATUS: ADVISOR COLONIST DECANTING SCHEDULED]
[[COLONY POD TRANSFER INFORMATION]
That datastream never stopped, only going back to the beginning, repeating the cycle with more detail in presented information. Before a screen showed up telling him how many miniature electroforge components were wrapped and stacked, he made a classic motion across his throat with one hand.
Every screen cleared itself, then retracted beyond reach.
"I guess I am as awake as I am going to get for now. Time to get moving. How can I be bored already, when I have been awake for mere minutes?"
It was time for decontamination. He finally had enough stability to stand unassisted, moving to a small cylindrical tube. He stopped in front of it and it twisted around, opening for him. Stepping into the form fitting prints, a series of pressor fields kept him rigid and stable while a work arm pressed an optical blocking visor over his eyes.
Lightning played around that narrow compartment for a few seconds, then soapy water sluiced through. Besides leaving the occupant squeaky clean, they removed fine ash remaining from the carbonization of an entire layer of skin cells and hair.
By nature he was short, stocky and hirsute. Unfortunately, these chilldown canisters made hair brittle and prone to breakage. Only in the dreamtime did he possess hair, though it was nice to not have the task of shaving when he was awake...
He dressed quickly, barely aware that he was doing so. Zipping up his coverall, he happened to look at his hands. He glanced, then looked again. Why do they look different than before? He shook his head and looked again, closer, while eating a meal in the tiny galley space. What is it that fascinates him so?
Finally what it was came to the front of his mind. No clawhand!
Something never seen on Aerth during their experiments, it was a phenomenon encountered with humaans who were frozen for long periods of time. Brittle fingernails and skin pulling back at the cuticles were reported by colonists decanted at Landfall. Irritating and somewhat painful, not debilitating.