Episode 43

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.

“One step forward, two steps back. Having escaped a Ridgeway Mining station, pursued by my furious father, I was rescued by starborne pirates raiding the place. Unfortunately, their sloop was crippled and we’re hurtling back towards the station. Brace!”

“...”

“Everyone OK? Nice surprise, given we scraped off the commspire.”

“Bugger, the PMCs my twin hired to beef up security are on their way, zeo thrusters blazing.”

“Hang about…that structure over there’s the hangar father’s space super-yacht landed in earlier. Captain Taylor Bigg? I don’t suppose you have anything to burn through bulkheads?”

“…”

“Following the Braznov incident, I’m suspicious of auto-defenses, but they’re re-entering my good books now. That racket? The naive PMCs have engaged with the sloop’s still-functioning auto-defenses while we’ve buggered off. You get what you pay for, I suppose! Now for the pirates to burn through these walls.”

“There she is, True Worth, father’s pride and joy. Complete opposite of me, then. Captain, your...what did you say? ‘Ethically redistributed’ zeo looks capable of pulling that gangway door open. Aboard we go!”

“...”

“Lift-off! My piratical pals made it patently but pleasantly plain to True Worth’s crew they didn’t have many options beyond immediately setting sail starward. Normally, I’d protest taking hostages, but it was all so polite, and have you seen my father in a grump?”

“…”

“Funt, looks like those PMCs had some backup waiting up here for us. True Worth is father’s vessel, so they’re not firing on us, but they are herding us towards the Limit. We’d be fine if the slipway hadn’t mysteriously disappeared. There’s nowhere to go.”

“Wait...Captain, do you see those? A fleet! Where’ve they come from? Is the slipway to Periphery back?! What’s all that stuff attached to the ships? All jagged and strange, like nothing I’ve seen before. They’re creeping me out, like some alien techno-refit. Is this first contact?”

“Actually, the tech reminds me of my z-link…”

ERGH!  You’re going to hit the slip? Captain, I’m not sure going through is better than capture! What if you’re wr-”

“…”

“Almost...through-whoahhh!”

“Lots more ships on this side. The size of that one! Fully creep-tech. Listeners, it’s like no... thing I’ve ever seen before, it’s enormous…bizarre…Why are we heading towards it? What do you mean, ‘grav-grapple’?”

“Stay zippy, star-nomads…”

Initial readings retrieved from autonomous data collected from True Worth following its first contact with unidentified object immediately following traversal through the reopened Periphery slipway (“Periphery Slipway Object”)

  • Size: 32 MILLION CUBIC METERS (APPROX.)
  • Dimensions:
    • Length: 641 METERS (APPROX.)
    • Width: 463 METERS (APPROX.)
    • Height: 114 METERS (APPROX.)[GT1] 
  • Hull primary material composition: UNKNOWN
  • Propulsion system: UNKNOWN
  • Crew:  UNKNOWN
  • Origin: UNKNOWN
  • Intent: UNKNOWN

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