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.
“That worrisome rumbling? A mongrel-class zoomer deaccelerating too hard. My rough-around-the-edges pilot Maybrick really puts the “slip” in slipshod. He found me near Grav City port after I escaped false imprisonment for allegedly igniting a gang war-cum-police siege-cum-mass panic. I’m on his precious and delicate items transport thanks to bribery from ‘the Big Man,’ which can only mean one thing: Mother. Father couldn’t care less, but she occasionally throws his name around.”
“That clunk’s the autopilot. Here comes Maybrick. Looks like he’s seen things, and I don’t just mean he’s fully sober yet always seems half-cut. Cut’s the word actually; he’s covered in strange scars. Mic’s going up so you can hear him.”
Maybrick: “Alright geeze, you recordin’?”
Trev: “I was about to describe this unusual knife.”
Maybrick: “That’s not actually cargo, that’s mine. ’Ell of a story.”
Trev: “Here we go…”
Maybrick: “What?”
Trev: “...on an adventure of the mind!”
Maybrick: “Not half. Reptiloid, that. ’Eard of ’em?”
Trev: “Just from the… extremely open-minded.”
Maybrick: “Unsurprising. Sparldian royal family chief intelligence officer, I was. Until I wasn’t. Realised ’alf had been replaced by shape-shifting lizard-people. Traced them back to a free-floatin’ rock. Couple ’undred radials from the slip, artificial flatsun, all that shite.”
Maybrick: “No orbital patrols. Funny, but was I gonna argue? I ’eaded for the only city, landin’ in the perimeter jungle. Slipped by the guards no trouble. Every time one got near, someone got on the chatter an’ called ’em away.”
Maybrick: “Biggest pyramid, that’s where I figured I could cut the ’ead off the snake… people. That’s a joke, they’re ’umanoid. It seemed some dozy plonker ’ad left everythin’ unlocked and eventually, I found the empress in ’er egg-layin’ enclosure. I circled around through some ’andy chambers, but some scaly bastards got the drop on me. Before I knew it I was strung-up at the top of that thing, being publicly tortured with that knife.”
Trev: “And you escaped…?”
Maybrick: “Knew you’d ask. Their ’ead of intelligence, a beautiful princess lizard-maiden, ’ad fallen in love with me while gathering intel on us! She’d been the one distracting guards, unlockin’ doors, so I could off ’er tyrannical mam. She piloted this very zoomer to me, leapt out, and gave her life so I could escape. That knife? Was stuck in me shoulder.”
Trev: “Extraordinarily believable. I’ve got another forty days of this…”
Trev: “Stay zippy, star-nomads…”
- Cryptid: Reptiloids
- Common descriptions: humanoid reptilians, green scaly skin, large tail, snake-like head, quick movements.
- Commonly associated narratives: Secretly replace individuals or groups in places of high authority via shape-shifting to control human populations. Matriarchal.
- Purported habitats: far-orbit or slow, free-floating planetoids or asteroids of sufficient mass, or deep subterranean cave networks.
- See also: Space Bugs, Silver Skeletons, Fine Tall People, Leather Torturers, Bug People, Stunties, Green Apes, Elemental Persuaders, Four-way Devils, Malign Behemoths, Twisted Betrayers, Stinking Unstoppables, Pretty Sound-makers, Dust Wizards, Soil-gobblers, Serious Ladies, Large Protectors, Clockwork Weirdos, Sinister Enquirers, the Multitudinous Representatives, Mechanical Lords, Devout Gentlemen, Obvious Vampires, The Guilty Party, Patchwork Men, Secret Bookkeepers, Jaundiced Knuckleheads, Stiff Fingers, Weeping Birds, Kindly Lizards, Snowy Berserkers, Omega Spinners, Pale Horse Wounds.
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