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.
“Why these weird acoustics? I’m hiding from my twin, Vert’s, security team after he tried to capture me for my furious father. No easy task when half this station’s walls are transparent. Thus, hiding in this Sakura. Nice mods, actually—space-flight capable. This hangar is full of zeos. Some rinky-dink PMCs have been brought in since most of our in-house GuardCorps have been diverted to some tense regional blockade. Luckily the pirates that frequent this region are providing distraction. They’re having a scrap with station defenders, plenty of distance away in space above, perfectly safe for me. Nothing to worry about.”
“Funt, there she is. Father’s space super yacht, True Worth. Descending like the hand of doom. I’m going dark for a while.”
***
“Schlid, he’s marching this way with his retinue. This is not good. This is very not-good. Don’t panic, I’ll just softly shut the carapace... aaaaand funt, I’m locked in. Wonder if this z-link at least has a light on it. God knows what my tan-line from it will look like by now…”
“There we go-oooooooooooh noooooooo! Power down! Sakura, power down! Disconnect from z-link!”
“Oh gods, straight through the hangar roof! Thing’s spinning like a pissed-up space-gibbon, can’t… can’t.. bleeurrrghhh!”
“Oh no, zero-g vomi—bluueeuurrrghh!”
“Listeners… I am spiraling straight…into the no-man’s-space...between the GuardCorps...and pirates! Arrrghh! Gunfire everywhere! I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die!”
“I don’t know what pictures will come out of this, but it looks like the pirates are winning. Not great for Ridgeway, but let’s be honest, neither am I!
“Good heavens…the pirates have won, but…they’re not shooting at me? z-link’s receiving their radio chatter…their captain is telling them not to target me?”
***
“Well, I’m aboard their sloop, de-vommed. Once they saw my erratic spiraling, combined with no weapons or defenses activated, they knew I wasn’t a combatant—or even in control! Their ship’s taken an absolute kicking, mind. Feel kinda sorry for them, actually. Ridgeway Mining warehouse workers that weren’t paid enough to live, so here they are. Delightfully, their captain says he’s my biggest fan!”
“...Less delightful are those alarms. What’s happening? Why’s the grav gone patchy?”
“Speaker’s really crackly…what’s she saying? ‘Brace for impact?’ ‘Prepare for crash-landing?!’ We’re headed straight back where I came from?!”
“Stay zippy, star-nomads…”
Internal Memo: Ridgeway Mining clearance rating 19 & above only
(Sourced from whistleblower)
Dear Senior Staff, I am disgusted to report a new pirate “crew” has been making a nuisance of itself for approximately the last four days. Known facts for your memorizing:
- Operate and launch raids from single bronze-colored “Trigger-type” sloop.
- Interests seem to be in thieving valuable goods and corporate property destruction.
- Private investigators suggest their captain is the former Ridgeway Mining Krisapie Warehouse staff member who burned it down due to “pay incompatible with life.” (Keep out of press!) (Laughable!) (Also just get a better paying job then!!)
- Crew seem to be other Ridgeway Mining Krisapie Warehouse staff. (Keep out of press!)
So far this pirate crew has been careful not to cause any fatalities. (Keep out of press!)
These journals were recorded via Tymphony Aural Augmetics… TAA: Listen Up!
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