Zeo Genesis Travelogues
Greetings, star-nomads! You can call me Trev. (You can also call me Trevallion Franklin-Ridgeway III, but I’d rather you didn’t). I’ve left behind my shallow executive existence to explore the Hundred Suns, to re-connect with insignificant voiders just like you. These are my travels. You’re welcome.
“I’ve just survived the Little Aether Disaster. A massive starship crashed into that massive space station and wiped out a third of the population, injured another third, and rendered the whole place a Zone of Extreme Danger. I’m on this ship now, however, escaping something far more terrifying: my father. He’s been trying to contact me for some time to summon me to the family pile and ‘stop being such an embarrassment.’ Fortunately, this ‘The Common Militia of the Red Sun Decree’ transport just so happens to be going the opposite way, to Saber Ridge—what luck!”
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“I’ve just been greeted by my twin, Vertomio Franklin-Ridgeway III—he insists you call him that—basically me, if I’d been a good little daddy’s boy. Vert has, to his credit, however, offered to hide me. He ‘runs’ the region’s Ridgeway Mining’s auto-administration station. ‘Auto’ being the operative prefix. I’m certain the setup is self-governing and he’s just been given this unnecessarily large station and staff for his ego’s sake. We’re apparently identical, but I can’t see the resemblance: face like a Kligor ratweevil, and arrogant to boot.”
“Currently I’m in these admittedly lovely guest quarters, though Vert seems to be using it for storage. How many clothes does he really need in this astro-pseudofolly?”
“Oh, looks like the hangar is opening for another visitor…. But Vert said he hardly gets anyone out here…”
“System, what ship is arriving?”
“Sys, repeat.”
“Funting funtcicles.”
“Sys, put me through to Vert.”
“Vert… fine, Vertomio Franklin-Ridgeway III. Sys says the True Worth is on its way.”
“Dad’s ship.”
“You know?”
“You invited him?”
“Don’t give me piffle about finally making peace between the wayward son and the severe patriarch; I know exactly what you’re doing, you’re trying to increase your influence in our dynast—”
“...Oh. Wanker’s gone.”
“Funt, he’s locked me in…with all his clothes. There’s a janitor buzzing about. Time to see just how identical Vert and I really are…”
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“I say...mate...y, it’s me, Vert...omio Franklin-Ridgeway III. I’ve managed to lock myself in while trying on my old rags. No need to be polite, I’m well aware I’m a complete funting idiot; I just pretend otherwise. I’m a backstabber, too, by the way, so watch yourself.”
“Great, thank you very much for letting me out!”
“Right, time to find a way off this station…”
“Stay tricky, star-nomads…”
Wealth and Industry Magazine - Captaining Captains of Industry Special
Extract: Venture Capital Vessels profile:
- Name: True Worth
- Category: Space Super Yacht
- Make: Cosmic Constructs
- Model: Rich Signature Series Blue Ocean
- Weight: 14024 heps
- Power: Evans’ Manufacturing Legend Mk.12
- Engine(s): Chilled Conventional “Snake Eaters” 1 & 2
- Owner: Trevallion Franklin-Ridgeway II
- Permanent Staff Complement: 12
Luxuriousness Rating: Paesani
These journals were recorded via Tymphony Aural Augmetics… TAA: Listen Up!
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