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The boarding house Eice had rented was in a district not far from the spaceport. By Malcraan standards, it was fairly well appointed, although really all that meant was that there was running water, a private refresher and access to a grungy public autochef down the hall. Still, it was a place to work in privacy, and Eice could keep an eye on the street from where she was.
She wasn't sure where they had come from, but Eice had noted the passing of several speeders loaded with Blackrow security troops since she had started keeping track. They seemed to be prowling the streets, obviously searching for something, or someone.
And I bet I know who. She thought bitterly to herself, keying a button on the datapad before her.
The information Henric had pulled from the Blackrow survey ship had proved extremely interesting. Henric had been forced to download most of the ship's logs in a rush to get in and out quickly, but he and Eice had been able to parse out the data afterward, and had managed to find the specific information in the first place.
"So." Eice swiveled around in her seat. "I don't suppose any of you have ever heard of a moon called KN-528?"
The little group - minus Allard, who had had to leave due to sudden business - had assembled in Eice's room, and were gathered around. Eice held up the datapad, which bore the image of a reddish brown moon orbiting a nondescript gas giant.
"Apparently, what Blackrow found is there. It's not a very hospitable place; toxic atmosphere, rough terrain, high radiation... survey team thought it all might be the result of some prehistoric nuclear exchange."
Eice produced a stylus, tapping an icon next to the image. The picture changed to shot taken from the surface, and showed a far-away shot of something large and donut-shaped sticking out of the sand in a forbidding mountain valley.
"It's an old space station, I think. They used to build 'em like that back when artificial gravity was still somewhat expensive to implement. According to the notes, it's been there thousands of years."
Eice took a deep breath, and let it out.
"Guys, they think it's part of Agorander's beacon network."
@Insalius @Minuteman75
She wasn't sure where they had come from, but Eice had noted the passing of several speeders loaded with Blackrow security troops since she had started keeping track. They seemed to be prowling the streets, obviously searching for something, or someone.
And I bet I know who. She thought bitterly to herself, keying a button on the datapad before her.
The information Henric had pulled from the Blackrow survey ship had proved extremely interesting. Henric had been forced to download most of the ship's logs in a rush to get in and out quickly, but he and Eice had been able to parse out the data afterward, and had managed to find the specific information in the first place.
"So." Eice swiveled around in her seat. "I don't suppose any of you have ever heard of a moon called KN-528?"
The little group - minus Allard, who had had to leave due to sudden business - had assembled in Eice's room, and were gathered around. Eice held up the datapad, which bore the image of a reddish brown moon orbiting a nondescript gas giant.
"Apparently, what Blackrow found is there. It's not a very hospitable place; toxic atmosphere, rough terrain, high radiation... survey team thought it all might be the result of some prehistoric nuclear exchange."
Eice produced a stylus, tapping an icon next to the image. The picture changed to shot taken from the surface, and showed a far-away shot of something large and donut-shaped sticking out of the sand in a forbidding mountain valley.
"It's an old space station, I think. They used to build 'em like that back when artificial gravity was still somewhat expensive to implement. According to the notes, it's been there thousands of years."
Eice took a deep breath, and let it out.
"Guys, they think it's part of Agorander's beacon network."
@Insalius @Minuteman75