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.
“You might fink I’m drin-drunk. Believe me, I feel drunk. I may be drunk. But I’m not drunk-drunk. I just seem drunk and am drunk. Helluva kick, these painkillers.”
“A cult tried to rishually mass-suicide me into a space-sun. I showed them! The fallout, though, lef’ me sleep-aslee… asconscious... in a space junkyard ’til a nice spaceman lent me a halp. I wuz shootin’ for th’ moon of Mune-Alu. No creatures, jus’ lush forests. Kickin’ back with a cocktail in total peace sounded about right.”
“Unyil these big railin’ gruns shot me down! Thankily I got inna ’scape yacht and managed to crasshh-lant.”
“Wha? Don’t menshon it, Barry... ’appens. ‘Ow long these pills lass? Sweet giblets…”
“Junk f’miles ’ere on Alu, jus’ look atta pitchers. Fink we got aller parz to resume truckin’. Tha’s wha’ we’re doin’ now… workin’ on gettin’ my yod up.”
“Y’know, this cop’pit seat, I never realized… how comfy…”
“Nurghhh, how long’s it been?”
“As I was saying...oh… Where’s everybody? Anyway, I’m among Pledians, refugees from a slow genocide. It destroys me. Everyone’s so helpful, welcoming, but completely traumatized, culturally and generationally, by their shared history. They’d rather be on barren Alu than that orbiting idyll, because here has abundant auto-railcannons. Their only sustenance are those FCDs whizzing around, sucking up scrapings of biomatter between rocks and junkhills, converting everything into… porridge.”
“They’ve no idea how to control their defenses now. Why remember if you’re never leaving? They’ve worked out one path, however, that the guns cannot target, and that’s my escape.”
“Right, comms fixed...Wait…Oh no. No, no. I must tell them…but...I can’t tell them they’ll be uprooted again...No, I must. I won’t deny them a choice which is theirs.”
“Mune-Alu, turns out, is only a vision of vitality for Belera terraforming. Mune-Alu is an experimental celestial seed-bomb, “bomb” being the operative word. They seeded it with flora and enough fertilizer to poison the atmosphere...right after they scatter its fragments onto Alu in six years.”
“The Pledian Council took it…Well, they’re refusing to move. But those porridgebots give me an idea…”
“That’s me starbound! Just dropped a bomb of our own on Mune-Alu! By the time Belera Corporation arrives, that place will be nothing but porridge. Good luck justifying cracking that to pepper a planet!”
“Stay zippy, star-nomads…”
- Planet: Alu
- Diameter: 3,474.8 kilometers approx
- Radius: 1,737.5 kilometers approx
- Orbital Bodies: 2 – Mune-Alu, Mune-Aloo 2
- Settlements: 1 – Pledia-in-Exile
- Human population: 2,854 (last census 4891 Krodolian)
- Native species: 7 - Supax Rock Worm (Fauna), Gritty Rock Mite (Fauna), Gross Double Tubular Flesh Louse (Fauna), Pig Sick Slime Mould (Protista), Mucus Creeper (Flora), Dust Rind (Funga), Flatch (Classification pending)
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