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Havion had been a major trading post and now it was a giant cloud
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in space. It's funny how beautiful it was at a distance, but from
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within it's more or less a haze of debris.
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Their geothermal engineering had reached deep into the planet's
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core when they made a fatal discovery.
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Havion wasn't a planet, it was an egg, and they hatched it; or at
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least that's the way I interpreted it. Maybe it was a clutch of
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eggs or some kaiju from another dimension, it doesn't matter now,
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whatever it was is gone and so is Havion.
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The monolith we had picked up was another messenger beacon more or
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less like the first one we found, it decanted the story in bits
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through our nearly-human-shaped Nalmykian friends. I doubt they
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have the grape-vine problem us earthlings do, but maybe they were
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different enough to have something lost in translation. I have no
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idea how long The Protectorate of Nalmyke had been out of contact
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with their progenitors. We hadn't had contact with The
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Revengerists, either - 188 days, maybe 200. I'm not even sure our
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systems are synced with earth-time. Morning is when you wake up and
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night is when you go to sleep and there isn't much more to it than
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that.
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The Monolith has a plan, but I guess this sort of nano-tech has no
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means of propulsion to act on it on it's own. There's a nearby
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rogue planet - a planet without a star wandering through space -
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known as The Black Hole. Whoever was there had a dark sense of
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humor, I don't think our alien friends were capable of joking on
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their own. We charted yet another coarse through the cosmos in
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search of more nothingness.
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Space seemed so exciting when I was young, but after all this time
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trapped with less than a dozen people I was tired of the "final
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frontier." At least back home we had Greys, Kyptonians, Misstress
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Hammeats and other denizens of the Butter Nebula, and of course
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whatever Dr Tasty was. But out here there was more nothing than
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usual. Just a bread-crumb trail of grey goo scenarios. Hopefully
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this is leading somewhere.
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