The Space Rider
Darkness. Silence. Solitude. The Rider trailed on, through the endless void. Dim, distant stars observed his progression quietly as his small cruiser advanced, disturbing the darkness with its blue glow. Inside his cockpit, the rider slept. His craft was a one-person device, not much bigger than an earthly motorcycle. He has set his cryoPad to wake him five hours before his entry into the Fandor solar system. There, his task would be the same it always was. Infiltrate. Deceive. Pillage. Long ago, a cursed charged had been bestowed upon the Spade Rider. In a dying universe, where endless expansion meant a distant yet inevitable road to emptiness, the Rider had been tasked with the creation of new galaxies. But to create, something must be destroyed. There are some planets in the universe that may harbor life. Some call it a probability, a coincidence, an unlikely combination of rare factors. They are far from the truth. Within select planets, chosen for their position rather than their qualities, entities our minds could not depict planted seeds of life. And these “seeds” are but a material. Just like iron, or coal, these entities inserted into the core of these planets matter called alfite. Alfite is what allows for a planet to evolve towards conditions suitable for life to exist. It is the matter of creation. Yet it is also what is required to create a galaxy. And the only source of alfite left in the universe is within these planets’ cores. If alfite is removed, the planets slowly, but invariably, crumble back towards lifeless hunks of rock. And so the Space Rider’s task is laid bare. Steal. Destroy. To create.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. The Rider awoke. The large, red sun illuminated the space around it, and revealed parts of distant orbiting planets, four in total. According to his logs, the third furthest planet was the inhabited one. It was the smallest of them. He set a trajectory towards one of the world’s natural moons, to hide behind as he searched for signs of spatial technology. After a few hours to reach the moon, and a few more to scan, he concluded that this civilization was entirely planet bound. Not even a simple satellite could be seen around the lush, green planet. He analyzed the surface, and noted large, isolated clusters of population. Most of the planet was empty, wild, made up mostly of green hills and plains, forest, and mountainous terrain. There was only one ocean, around its southern hemisphere. Civilization seemed to be concentrated in a few scarce super-cities. The rider decided to touch down about 20 kilometers east of one, in a small plateau hidden amongst short mountains.
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The Space Rider
Darkness. Silence. Solitude. The Rider trailed on, through the endless void. Dim, distant stars observed his progression quietly as his small cruiser advanced, disturbing the darkness with its blue glow. Inside his cockpit, the rider slept. His craft was a one-person device, not much bigger than an earthly motorcycle. He has set his cryoPad to wake him five hours before his entry into the Fandor solar system. There, his task would be the same it always was. Infiltrate. Deceive. Pillage. Long ago, a cursed charged had been bestowed upon the Spade Rider. In a dying universe, where endless expansion meant a distant yet inevitable road to emptiness, the Rider had been tasked with the creation of new galaxies. But to create, something must be destroyed. There are some planets in the universe that may harbor life. Some call it a probability, a coincidence, an unlikely combination of rare factors. They are far from the truth. Within select planets, chosen for their position rather than their qualities, entities our minds could not depict planted seeds of life. And these “seeds” are but a material. Just like iron, or coal, these entities inserted into the core of these planets matter called alfite. Alfite is what allows for a planet to evolve towards conditions suitable for life to exist. It is the matter of creation. Yet it is also what is required to create a galaxy. And the only source of alfite left in the universe is within these planets’ cores. If alfite is removed, the planets slowly, but invariably, crumble back towards lifeless hunks of rock. And so the Space Rider’s task is laid bare. Steal. Destroy. To create.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. The Rider awoke. The large, red sun illuminated the space around it, and revealed parts of distant orbiting planets, four in total. According to his logs, the third furthest planet was the inhabited one. It was the smallest of them. He set a trajectory towards one of the world’s natural moons, to hide behind as he searched for signs of spatial technology. After a few hours to reach the moon, and a few more to scan, he concluded that this civilization was entirely planet bound. Not even a simple satellite could be seen around the lush, green planet. He analyzed the surface, and noted large, isolated clusters of population. Most of the planet was empty, wild, made up mostly of green hills and plains, forest, and mountainous terrain. There was only one ocean, around its southern hemisphere. Civilization seemed to be concentrated in a few scarce super-cities. The rider decided to touch down about 20 kilometers east of one, in a small plateau hidden amongst short mountains.
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