Post by Colonel Pricota on Sept 11, 2018 22:27:55 GMT -5
Black Ark Svartheim
A star system within a Dyson Shell within a bubble of warped transspace at the heart of a singularity on the other end of an cloaked persistent natural wormhole leading to a different galaxy. That was the technical way to describe this place. In really simple terms... it was really, really, really hard to get to.
The continuously evolving heptacrypt algorithms required to chart a course to this location rendered approaching ships untraceable.
One might call it the ultimate hideout.
And while the Continuum did not by any means put all of its eggs into one basket, this was a very good investment. One of several rediscovered 'Black Arks', ancient relics from the bygone era of the ancient Tuffle civilization.
These were from ages so ancient they had devolved into myth.
It was a popular theory amongst Tuffle anthropologists in the last days of the Kingdom that Planet Plant - now known as Planet Vegeta - was not their original home. That it was merely a Tuffle colony that had prospered, and forgotten its roots.
And now, in the time the Continuum spent growing its shadowy influence in the galaxy, it appeared this theory had gained so much more credence. What they found over the last six centuries was a vast array of hidden technologies and megastructures forgotten to time. All accessible to those who bore Tuffle genetic markers. All housing databases written in what was surely the ancient ancestor of the modern Tuffle tongue.
These places, they had taken a shine to. They served as homes in the void. Major 'bases' of operations.
Of course, only those of a certain standing within the Continuum were granted knowledge of these places. Apparently, Pricota's crew had just earned that privilege.
<<Be sure to leave your questions at the door,>> the President's quentangled voice echoed in their heads as the Revenant plunged headlong into the Shell's tractor field. <<Whatever happens in Svartheim stays in Svartheim.>>
The details of the system were unimportant. It centered on a Class-G Star, and had around a dozen worlds, each serving their own purpose to the Continuum's ends. A couple of Jupiter Brains stood out to her, calculating who knows what, but the rest were nowhere near as interesting. Shipyards, perhaps. Mining worlds.
They had, however, been directed to a Garden World identified on the ship computer as 'Ilos'. Apparently it was so beautiful that even its moon was green and gardenly.
So why had the President called them here? The answer was simple. They were given shore leave. And by shore leave, he specifically meant on an entirely Tuffle-controlled planet. Which wasn't saying much, considering there were only a thousand of them, and the vast supermajority of this world was populated by drones, androids, and other artificial lifeforms.
Oh yes, mass produced tank grown humanoids who served as primary staff. All fakeries to remind those who came here of bygone times. There were maybe a few dozen Custodians here, all aging and living idyllically on gorgeous estates. Perhaps it was a retirement home for agents, in a way. Boy did she not want to end up here in the end. It meant she failed to make a difference in the galaxy.
Pricota adjusted her safari hat as she stepped out of the airlock and onto the landing platform. What a beautiful planet. Too bad it was just a hideout.
For now, at least, she could go around and see what this place was like.
Words: 576 | Lieutenant Appos
GOING ON VACATION
ON A NURSING HOME PLANET