NationStates Jolt Archive

Triton.

The cold moon, layers of ice and rock...

Doomed to fall into neptune one day, constantly loosing energy, constantly in a orbit that forces it down...

On it`s surface, surprisingly enough, life. Deep in the frozen ground, a base, almost forgotten, rarely active...

Nothing is happening. Being the last stop until the final jump to the Sisgardian craftworld is made has some advantages, but still... traffic is minimal.

And this makes it perfect.

Above, in the skies, on it`s own orbit around neptune, the 'Black Sun'. It grew during the last months, the process still isn´t finished... It´s now larger, more than two kilometers in diameter...

And here, the work begins on a new generation. The project, incidentally, has the same name their place of birth has... 'Black Sun'.

They`re small, small cores, like eggs... but they grow, occasionally, engineers come, add details that cannot be grown... and they grow further... They need a lot of food, yes... And they get it, to make them strong for the future, for what they are intended for.

Soon, soon they will be ready to execute what can´t be done. To do what shouldn´t be done.

Their hearts are already there, sleeping in their tubes, frozen, for now...

Soon, they will awake, give life, conciousness, sentience to the little beings growing...

Still, it would be a while...

They grew, their black skin... fascinating.

It was a special skin, nothing like the skins used on normal ships, although it did still incorporate bioorganic technology... but not exclusively, since they incorporated enough 'conventional' tech.

They were small, although still growing... slowly... But they wouldn´t grow much longer.

The problem was, of course, to hide them. But the second skin, the second hull, was constructed as well.

They were fairly beautiful, not the spherical designs one would normally see on DA ships, but sleek, with round edges.

Soon, soon they would be finished... Which was, in some way, sad, since Triton would become dead... again.

[code:1:12ee3341a4]Message to Imperial Government-Top priority

We have been observing strange occurences on the Moon Triton. we would like some advice from the science division.

-Neptune Gas mining platform 7X08

[/code:1:12ee3341a4]

ooc: shipbuilding is fairly regular... even there... the only irregular thing is slightly more (say, 20%) activity than normal... which can be explained with the sisgardian craftworld project. Not that it´s true, but...

ooc: shipbuilding is fairly regular... even there... the only irregular thing is slightly more (say, 20%) activity than normal... which can be explained with the sisgardian craftworld project. Not that it´s true, but...

The extra activity is why I posted. The miners are nervous of increased building on the Neptune moons...

I'd also like to thank the evil thread elves for crashing the forum again.

I'd also like to thank the evil thread elves for crashing the forum again.

VERY ooc, and no- one can stop me hijacking my own thread: DEAT TEH ELVES! For the forum of MEN is about to BEGIN!

[/hijack]

Traffic was increasing, although the reason wasn`t exactly the 'special' ships that were build. It was more the special talks, rumours going on... A city floating in Neptunes atmosphere.

Of course, right now it was just in its planning stage... nonetheless, the amount of people, ships, and materials arriving at Neptune increased almost daily.

Meanwhile, the dark ships grew... It was time for them... time to leave.

They weren´t finished yet, far from it, to be correct. But one could hardly grow them in the docks...

So, long before they were actually finished, they begun moving, assisted by a couple of light cruisers, who also carried the equipment that was to be added...

It is a fair advantage to have a couple of mini- space stations floating around, orbiting the sun, though. Now, they were quite handy.

Interplanetary Pizza Inc., on board of the Hazard station, 300mio km from Uranus

"Woah..." The young trainee was still amazed at the recent events. He wasn`t alone, though. "Didn`t think anything would happen here... and now... this..."
"Yeah." was the simple answer his boss gave, while looking at the black, elliptic ship floating there, in space, perhaps a hundred meters from them. "Well... any customers?"
"No. As usual."

They were cursed by fate, being stationed at this Mini- space station in solar orbit... A sphere of about 300m, there were ships far larger than this station out there.

The idea had been to sell pizza to ships coming by, rather than sitting here, on this godforgotten piece of artificial asteorid, without doing anything worthwhile.

Well, this kind of failed, and aside from the occasional customer from other businesses based on the station, nothing happened. Nothing at all.

Until two days ago, when this ship arrived.

Of course, all of them had to sign a document, guaranteeing that they would never, ever talk about this event... And since the crew that came with the ship (An engineer, well mannered, at least according to the waitress, and a few assistants) brought money to the space station, they had no problem with signing it.

Still, they were intrigued...

Well, only the future would show.