Primitive Polygon
🎖️ Game Master
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~♫ Apparat - Arcadia ♫~
~♫ Bjork - Joga ♫~
~♫ The Police - Walking On The Moon ♫~
~♫ Starforce - Age of Nano ♫~
Null and Void System -> Port Hope System
With the interior cleaned and the last of the crew's favors called in, the Skeleton Ensemble mutely bowed out from it's place on the titanic ornamental array of parked vessels. The sleek red thing was like a weightless kite, swift and bold in a straight line, just as the resident syntelligence had suggested. One had to wonder just how magnificently the arrow could fly when it had proper starlight under it's wings, instead of merely sipping energy from it's diminutive battery. Despite the anti-grav engines, there was a punchy feeling of thrust whilst the space-warping bubble was still expanding at low speeds.
Not many other vessels in the way. The more time that was spent in Null and Void, the more that one could taste a sort of silent, morbid energy. The bitter flavor of all those spacers consigning themselves to a self-imposed prison, probably cursing upwards at the little foolish carmine spark glimmering above.
A quartet of silver-hulled phantasm gunships waited for them at the apex of the vast hexagonal construction of a leyline gate, only entrenching the feeling. No hails. No obstructions. The wardens had probably been tracking them since they stepped foot on Nil, and now only shimmered blue in hushed approval as the tremendous swirling vortex opened behind them.
Dimensional transition was anything but calm and silent, but at least it was quick.
Rematerializing inside of a travel hub that was intentionally much too close to the Fortuna system's turbulent binary stars, the craft then proceeded to slip right through the heart of Nepleslian's northern territories in less than three hours.
Last stop, Port Hope. A torrid red dwarf that cast it's murky light upon a busy system of shattered stones, a seemingly infinite chandelier of small rocky asteroids. No large fraternal gas or ice giants to squash them into a proper worthwhile planetary system.
A small outpost, known for it's involvement in the refugee crisis eight years ago. Spitting distance from both the dead worlds of the spacer ancients, and indeed, the Yamatai frontier. The large space colony that gave the system it's name let it's optimistic welcomes be known, but they weren't fooling anyone.
The station was not their target, at any rate. PH-417b, that was the name of the small vaguely round stone on the VR display, orbiting around a much larger parent body that could only be described as a giant misshapen root vegetable with shotgun injuries.
Top Cockpitbox-
The metal crab at Kiver's side suddenly perked up, filled with the soul of another once more.
"Careful, Miss Spacecase." An urgent digital whisper. "Pirates in these territories, I've heard, by golly, and... Well, the facility presumably has guns to fend them off. Their polysentience server went cold half an hour ago, so I can't even tell what Hollowpoint is up to..."
~♫ Apparat - Arcadia ♫~
~♫ Bjork - Joga ♫~
~♫ The Police - Walking On The Moon ♫~
~♫ Starforce - Age of Nano ♫~
Null and Void System -> Port Hope System
With the interior cleaned and the last of the crew's favors called in, the Skeleton Ensemble mutely bowed out from it's place on the titanic ornamental array of parked vessels. The sleek red thing was like a weightless kite, swift and bold in a straight line, just as the resident syntelligence had suggested. One had to wonder just how magnificently the arrow could fly when it had proper starlight under it's wings, instead of merely sipping energy from it's diminutive battery. Despite the anti-grav engines, there was a punchy feeling of thrust whilst the space-warping bubble was still expanding at low speeds.
Not many other vessels in the way. The more time that was spent in Null and Void, the more that one could taste a sort of silent, morbid energy. The bitter flavor of all those spacers consigning themselves to a self-imposed prison, probably cursing upwards at the little foolish carmine spark glimmering above.
A quartet of silver-hulled phantasm gunships waited for them at the apex of the vast hexagonal construction of a leyline gate, only entrenching the feeling. No hails. No obstructions. The wardens had probably been tracking them since they stepped foot on Nil, and now only shimmered blue in hushed approval as the tremendous swirling vortex opened behind them.
Dimensional transition was anything but calm and silent, but at least it was quick.
Rematerializing inside of a travel hub that was intentionally much too close to the Fortuna system's turbulent binary stars, the craft then proceeded to slip right through the heart of Nepleslian's northern territories in less than three hours.
Last stop, Port Hope. A torrid red dwarf that cast it's murky light upon a busy system of shattered stones, a seemingly infinite chandelier of small rocky asteroids. No large fraternal gas or ice giants to squash them into a proper worthwhile planetary system.
A small outpost, known for it's involvement in the refugee crisis eight years ago. Spitting distance from both the dead worlds of the spacer ancients, and indeed, the Yamatai frontier. The large space colony that gave the system it's name let it's optimistic welcomes be known, but they weren't fooling anyone.
The station was not their target, at any rate. PH-417b, that was the name of the small vaguely round stone on the VR display, orbiting around a much larger parent body that could only be described as a giant misshapen root vegetable with shotgun injuries.
Top Cockpitbox-
The metal crab at Kiver's side suddenly perked up, filled with the soul of another once more.
"Careful, Miss Spacecase." An urgent digital whisper. "Pirates in these territories, I've heard, by golly, and... Well, the facility presumably has guns to fend them off. Their polysentience server went cold half an hour ago, so I can't even tell what Hollowpoint is up to..."
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