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.
“Why am I talking to myself? Errm…my people do it regularly. Perfectly normal. Certainly not a sign I’m recording anything.”
“‘Wuun’, your name was? You’re sure you’re not going to hurt me?”
“So, after my ship and its crew were captured by yours, I ran into a… ‘fractions accelerator column’ and knocked myself out? To be fair, there was a bunch of you and your big friends shouting unintelligibly at my ship’s entrance. Wait, where are you…?”
“Oh my stars…this room has plenty of big friends in cots like mine!”
“…”
“The gazeki’s come and gone again. Wuun correctly assumed that, like them, humans eat. It—it prefers ‘it’; they all do, apparently—brought me a selection of stones, powders, gases and, mercifully, twist apples they’re studying. It assured me the reptile-people, the orgh, are actually badly injured from being attacked and thus dormant. Wuun will be my caregiver while aboard.”
“Here it comes, through a ceiling hatch this time. This six-legged simian-like sentient species have their own sets of doors in all manner of surfaces, as befits their knack for scrambling across them to travel more efficiently.”
"…"
“The eternally affixed z-link is directly translating Wuun’s speech. Wuunn recognized the device but can’t remove it, apparently, but knows someone who might. Walking there, my constantly-disappearing babysitter described how orgh are divided into gene-clans, often with wildly distinct dispositions. Apparently I should feel lucky to be with its particular one. They actively seek alliance with humanity, while others are warlike or duplicitous. Wuun’s evasiveness about the condition of my crew is extra suspicious, then.”
“…”
“We arrived at the sprawling abode of a towering octopod ‘technocrat’ named Humble Fine-Worker Of Vuexuun’s Center. It examined the z-link but can’t remove it either. Did say it looks like the many-handiwork of another technocrat, Renegade Pioneer Of New Methods. Something to pursue in the future. It’s a real funter. In my frustration, I angrily demanded to see my crew again. Humble Fi… ‘Hubert’ was happier to help, instantly bringing up a ‘priscreen’—a colourful image shining from a crystal wand—showing them in a plush recreation room, looking very content. Happy, even!”
“Wuun, to its credit, says it wasn’t sure how fragile human emotions are. It didn’t dare risk me seeing my pals happy and uninjured, unlike my auto-concussing self. Seemingly Wuun is vaguely familiar with the human concept of sheer embarrassment.”
“Stay zippy, star-nomads…”
“Food” offered to pirates/crew of True Worth. Confirmed as same offered to Trevallion Franklin-Ridgeway III.
- 1 large granite stone
- 4 small pink stones of unknown composition
- Gravel of unknown composition
- Light-blue powder of unknown composition
- Powdered aluminium and titonite mix
- Transparent canister of Argon
- Transparent canister of Hydrogen Sulfide
- Unknown sentient viscoelastic fluid
- 9 Twist apples
These journals were recorded via Tymphony Aural Augmetics… TAA: Listen Up!
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