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Euphoric but nonetheless perturbed, the great black creature firmly put its hands to its hips. So much for getting information. Romme could neither sense Derrick nearby nor see him with Volfeed's many eyes. All alone now in this strange yet familiar wilderness, the Scholar mulled over his...

Intriguing. Such ramblings, even to Romme, were of little meaning, however the meaning did not matter so much as the ramblings themselves. In his unending quest for information, Romme had happened upon a number of locales and hubs of people prattling on about similar, profoundly inane things...

The dark EATER regarded its hulking new acquaintance in a short moment of stunned silence. Romme wasn't exactly expecting immediate conversation, but then again he didn't really know what to expect from his first encounter with his own kind. Almost as soon as Romme untensed himself, recognizing...

Dear diary, Should I give you a name? I mean, I know you're just a book but I'm talking to you, aren't I? Well, if you want a name , just tell me, alright? Anyways, Mr. Solomon has been working really hard to get our colony tour set up. He even said he'd try to take us all the way to the...

Almost as soon as Volfeed settled down, the howl rang out and set the EATER on alert once more. Involuntarily, Romme could feel his biomass shifting on its own ever so slightly, as if gearing up to change at a moment's notice; The tall form of Volfeed writhed and pulsed minutely as sinews...

Now fully unfettered by the earlier protective pod, Volfeed whirled around as a thick, cloak-like membrane of flesh unfurled itself from the organism's biomass with an unsettling flapping sound. The towering EATER moved with a disturbing amount of grace as it brought the literal meat shield...

A sort of sixth sense kicked in as the enemy set its sights on Romme. Time felt as if it had stopped for him as he felt the cold metallic gaze of the flyer; Romme quickly weighed his options. As much as he would like to keep his EATER form a secret from Derrick, this wasn't exactly the time nor...

A wave of euphoria washed over the High Scholar as the duo stepped into the verdant, alien biome. He took a quick moment to soak in the "feelings" of the environment before noting the presence of the old, likely Directory relics. He also noted that his compatriot, despite being in an atmosphere...

Romme wasn't exactly expecting a proper docking sequence from what appeared to be a derelict ship, but here they were. Romme's ship blinked on screen that a breathable atmosphere was present and gravity was nominal. The Scholar pressed a few buttons before he unbuckled himself from his seat and...

Romme slowed the craft to a halt before the monolithic structure. He pressed a handful of buttons and the ship began analyzing the great gray mass in front of them. Once more there was relative silence as the ship's system's marked out various data points on the helm's screen, outlining the...

Romme had switched the ship back to manual and prepared to navigate the thunderous boneyard. As the ship entered the clear border between the greater expanses of outer space and the smoky clouds of junk, there was a distinct lack of action from the ship's new system. Although, perhaps the fact...

"Minority or not, you're within company." Romme gave another off smile. "Yes, there are certain... liberties that I'm sure we enjoy but can not fully indulge under Luna's current policies, and her majesty alleviates it somewhat." The Scholar turned slightly to stare out into the stars. "You see...

After what seemed like only a handful of minutes, Romme waltzed out of the laboratory door with a thermos-like object in his arms - the stasis field nullifier. The system had several wires and plugs and a few old looking ribbon cables sticking out of it. In the center of its cylindrical shape...

"Please hold a moment," said Romme. He glided over to a nearby screen on the pillar. "Some data other than the log appears to have been uploaded as well." Romme swiped on a number of holographic displays that popped up before observing a specific one carefully. "Hm. Whatever the 'superstructure'...

---BEGIN PLAYBACK DATED: OVER ERA 0044, APRIL 19TH, 12 PM "You wanted to see me, Captain?" "It's Chairman now, Chairman." "Sorry, force of habit." "Doctor Kalas... I wanted to talk with you about what we uncovered at Lagrange 3." "The super-structure, right. I was wondering why the...

Romme's hand slowly ceased shaking in anticipation as he held the puzzle in his hands. He turned a bit to face a light beaming down from the ceiling and raised the item up to about eye level. Romme produced a small, knowing smile. The lines circumscribing the sphere shone brightly for a moment...

Romme listened intently as Derrick explained the situation. His smile faded almost instantly as he laid eyes upon the object in the visitor's hands. He stared intently at the sphere for a long, silent moment. As High Scholar, Romme knew many things. In fact, it was practically his job to know...

The same pale light, albeit dimmer, shone down on the next room. If "mad scientist" was an adjective attributable to a place, this would be the one word capable of describing the large chamber that Derrick had just stepped into. Ovular in general shape, the perimeter was lined with all manner...

Derrick entered into a room that could only be described as monochromatic. Despite its attempts to appear homely, what with its wood grained tiles and elaborate moldings, the lobby-like area was cast in all manners of white and gray; adding to the cold lifelessness of the room were small...

Jeddah, Saudi Arabia Saturday, 4:00 P.M. ~☆~ The sun was beginning to cast shadows to the east as it traveled to set itself beneath the waves. On the shores of Jeddah, men scurried around bearing all manners of equipment and construction materials. Various stands and canopies were being set up...