Dr Simon
Explorer
Episode Three: The Omega Agenda
March 22nd 2267, Renashaa Station, Abbai Homeworld.
The light in the conference chamber is warm and comforting, the walls clean and pearlescent, made of the ubiquitous Abbai “shell” material.
The five of you are gathered around the conference table, with three others present in image only on three viewscreens. The pictures are low quality due to the immense amount of encryption using up processing power. Centre image is a dark-skinned human woman in a formal bubu, the African styling that was fashionable amongst all humans about ten years ago. Valerie Maupassant, your liaison with the ISA
“Welcome,” she says. “May I introduce Dr. Sushar.” The image on the left, an Abbai with the pale colouration that speaks of great age in her species, gives you a polite nod. “Dr. Sushar,” she pronounces the name with emphasis on the second syllable, “ is Abba’s foremost expert on First One technology.” The doctor makes self-deprecating gestures. “And some of you already know Raive Timogen, our expert on Tribon culture.” The wolfish-looking man in the right-hand image gives a smirk. Almost half of his face and head are obscured by cybertech of unknown origin or purpose.
“Ha!” he says, “Ain’t no culture on that hole.”
Maupassant is unfazed.
“Dr. Sushar has been studying the artefact that you bought back from Tribon,” she says. “Doctor, if you please.”
“Of course,” says Sushar. “Although the artefact was quite damaged and definitely non-functional, I have been able to ascertain that the control system is undoubtedly of Shadow origin. The external casing, however, what we have come to term the carapace, is of lower technology indicative of a younger race, although as yet I have been unable to determine which. We can rule out most of the major space-faring nations, I think, based on known manufacturing methods – nothing quite fits. However, we cannot completely rule out any origin.”
“So you can see,” says Maupassant, addressing the conference room, “this is a worrying development. Some previously unknown or minor race with access to Shadow technology. We need you to return to Tribon and learn more. There is a chance that the Drakh may be involved, or that you will uncover some form of Shadowtech that may assist us with the Drakh plague. However, your mission is to observe and report; no engagements. Mr Timogen can provide you with contacts."
“Seems they don’t want me to leave my nice new quarters,” says Raive, “but I can put you guys and gals in touch with an old friend of mine, Man by the name of Vector. Check in with Traven at the Black Nebula again, he can set up the meeting. Vector used to point me in the direction of juicy bits of tech – anything oddball going on he’ll know.”
“There is the slight problem that your last visit to Tribon elicited a lot of interest on your departure,” adds Maupassant. “It may be unwise to take the Fortune back there.”
March 22nd 2267, Renashaa Station, Abbai Homeworld.
The light in the conference chamber is warm and comforting, the walls clean and pearlescent, made of the ubiquitous Abbai “shell” material.
The five of you are gathered around the conference table, with three others present in image only on three viewscreens. The pictures are low quality due to the immense amount of encryption using up processing power. Centre image is a dark-skinned human woman in a formal bubu, the African styling that was fashionable amongst all humans about ten years ago. Valerie Maupassant, your liaison with the ISA
“Welcome,” she says. “May I introduce Dr. Sushar.” The image on the left, an Abbai with the pale colouration that speaks of great age in her species, gives you a polite nod. “Dr. Sushar,” she pronounces the name with emphasis on the second syllable, “ is Abba’s foremost expert on First One technology.” The doctor makes self-deprecating gestures. “And some of you already know Raive Timogen, our expert on Tribon culture.” The wolfish-looking man in the right-hand image gives a smirk. Almost half of his face and head are obscured by cybertech of unknown origin or purpose.
“Ha!” he says, “Ain’t no culture on that hole.”
Maupassant is unfazed.
“Dr. Sushar has been studying the artefact that you bought back from Tribon,” she says. “Doctor, if you please.”
“Of course,” says Sushar. “Although the artefact was quite damaged and definitely non-functional, I have been able to ascertain that the control system is undoubtedly of Shadow origin. The external casing, however, what we have come to term the carapace, is of lower technology indicative of a younger race, although as yet I have been unable to determine which. We can rule out most of the major space-faring nations, I think, based on known manufacturing methods – nothing quite fits. However, we cannot completely rule out any origin.”
“So you can see,” says Maupassant, addressing the conference room, “this is a worrying development. Some previously unknown or minor race with access to Shadow technology. We need you to return to Tribon and learn more. There is a chance that the Drakh may be involved, or that you will uncover some form of Shadowtech that may assist us with the Drakh plague. However, your mission is to observe and report; no engagements. Mr Timogen can provide you with contacts."
“Seems they don’t want me to leave my nice new quarters,” says Raive, “but I can put you guys and gals in touch with an old friend of mine, Man by the name of Vector. Check in with Traven at the Black Nebula again, he can set up the meeting. Vector used to point me in the direction of juicy bits of tech – anything oddball going on he’ll know.”
“There is the slight problem that your last visit to Tribon elicited a lot of interest on your departure,” adds Maupassant. “It may be unwise to take the Fortune back there.”
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