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.
"I’m far too excited for a to-be-fair-still-very-youthful man of my age! Needing fuel, I’ve found myself at the Canaveral Moonstop. You’ll never believe this, but I’ve just touched the actual hull of the Howard-Wardsend Cargo Master transport, Fireball! It’s here too! Space Truckin’ was my favorite childhood show and Captain Gillan and Fireball were my favorites in it! Good gracious, here he comes!"
"Captain Blackmore Gillan! I’d like to pay for whatever you’re going to buy from that bar you’re about to enter and presumably sleep off before getting back behind the controls of an eighteen-engine articulated spaceship! Better retune my mic."
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Captain Gillan: “...you’re alright Trey, you got pure wonder, like myself when I hit the V. Sure, I’ll take a sixth.”
Trev: “So, Captain, I have to ask…”
Captain Gillan: “The missing episode?”
Trev: “The infamous missing episode six of series six!”
Captain Gillan: “There was one, Troy.”
Trev: “I’m… anyway... yes, but everyone knows that was a filler episode hastily crafted by some hack who knew nothing about storytelling.”
Captain Gillan: “An unarguable fact. OK, remember the venumarz convoy? Pony Trekker led the way? System’d exited the economic union. Just my luck, I was plucked for inspection. We were never gonna catch-up with P.T. when the ‘crats finished, so I told the Space Truckin’ crew to bail or join me on a shortcut through the Bruise.”
Trev: “The Bruise?”
Captain Gillan: “Big, deep purple nebula, hence the name. Kinda sorta prohibited. Real accident black spot…purple spot. We’re fifteen spivaks deep and Fireball starts crawlin’. I’m giving her everything but she’s slower than my third husband. This ‘nebula’? It ain’t no normal cosmic powder, it’s metal dust. We flick the exteriors and this shit’s latchin’ onna the venumarz containers. Actual metal fingers diggin’ in! Before I know it, shits’s commin’ outta the console, sticking my hands down. Sound girl, Candice, starts juddering, horrible metallic sounds comin’ outta her throat. Then she’s talkin’ in the voices of… of... Paice, Lord, Glover, all these other truckers that went missin’ over the years. Starts yappin’ about the coming of some ‘Great Metal Dragon’, the ‘Machine Head’ or some crap.
“Venumarz? Venu-the-funt-outta-here, am I right, Tony? I ditched that bitch like my fourth husband and we accelerated away like I did from my fifth. Bruisey could have the venumarz, we kept our lives."
"Hey, you better not be recording this, capiche?”
"Stay zippy, star-nomads…"
- ‘The Bruise’ stellar anomaly.
- AKA ‘Demon’s Eye’, ‘Lucille’, ‘The Mule’, ‘The Surprising’.
- Area: 1894 to 1966 spherical lemaîtres.
- Zone of Extreme Danger rating (ZED): 202 Maximal.
- Travel contention: The Bruise occupies an area where several bodies’ self-asserted jurisdictions meet, the largest being:
- Christian & Pella Joint Operations
- Interhelios
- Jortannord
- Oyumaru Replication Solutions
- Outer Spheres Shipping Union
- The Trade
- White-Metal Creations
- Wolf Kotsiubailo
- The relevant bodies have issued differing, often conflicting, travel advisories, warnings, and/or prohibitions, meaning the legality of travel in ‘The Bruise’ can be dependent on different points of entry, traversal, and exit. This is a widely recognised legal and exploitable grey area.
These journals were recorded via Tymphony Aural Augmetics… TAA: Listen Up!

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