The Restoration: Nova-Prime slowly glided into the gigantic docking bay of the forerunner station and landed on one of the platforms.
Axon and his crew exited the ship and saw the immensely large bay where there where platforms and gravitational holding emitters in all sizes. Above them, the blackness of space was visible through a thin force field, holding in the atmosphere, the air was cold but breathable.
As they progressed through the station, the crew noticed that the architecture was like that of the old
Originator and that the entire complex seamed abandoned.
They reached what appeared to be the stations main command centre after taking a couple of turbo elevators; the command centre was a large circular room with the centre raised from the floor level above the hundreds of computer terminals occupying the room in a round pattern.
Axon walked up to the centre and touched what appeared to be the mainframe console. It started up immediately. He turned to his science officer.
“Get to work, I want to know all that we can find about this station ASAP, Primary systems, type, age, power source and most important, why it was deserted!”
“Sir, why is that important?”
“Because you’d need a damn good reason to just leave a place like this, and if there is any danger to the crew or us, I will order a withdrawal without hesitation.”
An hour later: The science officer addresses Capitan Axon;
“Sir, it appears that this is one of “
The Great Pranksters’” Factory/City Stations, and that it was left here about a million years ago and has been on standby ever since!”
“Hey, hang on there for a minute!” Axon interrupted. “On standby… For a MILLION years?”
“Yes sir, the station seems to be powered by no less than six Zero-Point-Modules!”
Axon grabbed the railing of the centre platform. SIX Zero-Point-Modules!
“By the ascended, that’s huge... What about the reason why it was left here deserted?”
“No information sir, it just seams that the creators left without even turning anything off!”
“Okay then, does there appear to be any danger?” Axon enquired.
“Nothing that we can detect, Sir!”
Axon looked out over the room where the rest of the Wexxians where working. He addressed them;
“Listen up all of you, I, Tagan-Enerva-59-2, captain of the
Nova-Prime, and acting
Protector-of-the-Wexxian-Species, hereby claim this station in the name of the Wexxian civilisation and dub it; The
Licentia Station.
Spread the message through hyperspace to the nomad convoys… Friends, we have a new HOME!!!”
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(OOC: Nice drawing a14gt, I think it looks cool.
And aligon; there is more to paint than most people think... Ok I would also use somthing better if I could figure the more compleks drawing systems!
The Wexxians eternal love to you all!
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