IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG!
The Age of Reclamation! Time: A few years after the Arcadia expedition.
Location: The giant debris field remaining from the last great battle of the Necromonicon war.
"The New-Wexxian ship "
Nova-Prime" slowly made its way through the dense field of old warships, on the ships bridge captain Axon watched the wreckage of an old Champion class cruiser drag a trail of debris after it.
Greif struck Axon, to many good people had died here back then; they gave their lives to stop Nemesis and the Necromonicon from conquering the galaxy.
The battle ended the war, but almost also the Wexxians.
Axons crew where some of the last of the Wexxians, but since the downfall their base-code had deteriorated and they where no longer the people they once where.
The last 200 years had been filled with hardship and toil for the New-Wexxian Remnant, Barely scraping together a living being nomads, in the outer rims of the galaxy. Always in danger of pirates and those who prey on the weak.
Axons ship “
Nova-Prime” was the pride of the New-Wexxian Defence Force, but she was far from being in Prime condition. More than 90 years old, she was in a state of rapid decay and the engineers where fighting a regular war to keeping her reactor from overloading while still have enough energy to propulsion.
Their mission in the wreckage field was to salvage what they could find and maybe postpone their demise by yet a few months.
Until now the traumatic memories of the battleground had kept Wexxians from the ghostly place, but in desperation they where forced to fight for their survival.
“Capitan Axon! We are picking up a faint energy signature bearing 032-094, 143 meters from the ships bow!” The communications officer reported.
“Is it a ship?… a possible target for salvaging? Why did we not detect it before?”
“It’s to small a signal sir, I doubt anyone else has picket it up, its origin seams to be a small canister or a container... Or pie sir, I don’t know, those damn sensors are acting weird again, but there is definitely something there!”
“Transport it to engineering, maybe they can tell us what it is!”
Ten minutes later Axon had been called down to engineering to hear the expert’s opinion on what the object was. He looked at the crystal like structure and the small blue lights that emitted from inside, while the chief engineers last few words burned into his mind.
“Tell me that last part again!” he ordered with his voice shaking.
“Well… there is really no other explanation!” the tense engineer told him.
“It’s the
Originator stations, central memory core…”
I'm back.
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