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.
“After being stalked by silver-clad, suspicious sorts on the previous moon, the worryingly effective defense of Premier Spurr’s execution from would-be rescuers was my opportunity to scarper and lose my tail. Fleet-footed, I arrived at neighboring Krulgor—previously ‘Pemphredo,’ orbiting Ceto. It was the one-hundred-and-seventy-eighth anniversary of ‘Kind’ King Krotan Krulgor assuming total control.”
“Krulgor made me feel incredibly welcome, even on today of days. I was the only broadcaster permitted there, obviously recognition of my clear-minded impartiality and integrity. He was intrigued by my z-link I had almost connected to the local omninet—deliberately! However, I still couldn’t shake the feeling of being monitored; a huntsman drone this time, though I wasn’t sure if it was a silvery spy or one of Krulgor’s.”
“Strolling Krulgor Kapital’s streets, all columns, arches, domes, and monumentality, I couldn’t help but notice the amount spent on celebrations versus the abundant homelessness. Still, Krulgor did give me lots of treats! He might even invest in my broadcasting!”
“Krulgor Kolosseum’s gladiatorial contests were the main events. Drawn from nobility, the gladiators were equipped with the finest wares permitted by the rules. All but one, recruited from said homeless—a scrappy lass with basic gear. She was one of the few to make it through the mass robotic beastie battle, though the top performer was Royd Muschnik, the King’s Champion. Afforded a luxury lifestyle for being Krulgor’s proxy, none doubted his skills, but his equipment, specifically his Combat Foresight Helm, gave him a…notable advantage.”
“Krulgor absolutely needs a proxy. It’s not his one-hundred-and-seventy-eighth anniversary for nothing. He’s stuffed with backup and custom organs to keep his immense bod ticking. Come to think, must have several hearts to get the blood round!”
“Next: gladiator against gladiator. While I loved it initially, it became apparent these weren’t staged deaths and the crowd was distressingly bloodthirsty. It was down to Scrappy and the Champion, and while the former was doing well, against the predictive tech of the latter, it couldn’t be a fair fight.”
"Then, for a bizarre moment, my z-link fritzed and it was as if I was looking at Scrappy just before she slashed her axe at my shoulder. I turned the visuals off...for the z-link...I think. Then it fixed itself."
"When I looked back, Scrappy’s wood axe was chopped into the Champion’s clavicle. Well done, her! As his successor she’s destined for a life of limitless luxury, but is it worth it for one also of endless combat?”
“Stay zippy, star-nomads…”
- One-hundred-and-seventy-eighth anniversary of “Kind” King Krotan Krulgor assuming total control state celebrations.
- Great Feast of the Gentry
- Alms to 1.78% of the indentured
- Water-into-wine taps for duration
- Silver Stampede race throughout lowest districts
- Zeo Defence Force military parade
- The Krulgor Kontest gladiatorial games in Krulgor Kolosseum
- Second Great Feast of the Gentry
These journals were recorded via Tymphony Aural Augmetics… TAA: Listen Up!
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