A long time ago I tried to revive forums of the @itsHafu with a several projects, including Station 22. It didn't work and it remained a ghost town. But, It doesn't mean I can't salvage my own work and share it with all those like 20 people, who actually read my blog ( I feel so special).
This project named as a station 22 was a simple idea, I will write a story, and let it go it's way. I have no idea where it goes and will write it on the go. No plans ahead. Basically web-comic style but by a person who can't draw at all. No retcons - what happened happened and will affect the future of the story. I, of course, may be inspired by the comments below and work it in. Care to join me on an adventure?
Station 22
"I am Rinn, the Elder and Overseer of station 22. Welcome among us."
Young Shael was intrigued and nervous. She never thought she could be of any aid to the galaxy as she was born with extremely rare disability - a psi-negative syndrome. Person with PN could not be connected to the minds of others and therefore was denied the access to the common mind and subconsciousness of the Community. This disability also prevented affected mind to be read by the others. This communication defect prevented her from gaining any position within the galactic community. Not only she could not operate any machinery or communicate at normal level... the people of the Community feared her kind. It was a common belief that PM's were born without a soul.
"Thank you Elder Rinn for this opportunity. May I compliment you on your uncommon skill in using a vocal communication sir? For it is truly outstanding." Shael felt flattered and amazed that someone beyond her caretakers took time to train the vocal abilities to communicate with her.
"Thank you young one. You will find out that it is not as uncommon on this station. We are very unique on many aspects. From serving staff to our assignment. We all are psi-negatives." The Elder was speaking slowly as if he had all the time in the world. His voice was calm and fluid. It was obvious he was using it for the whole life, which could be a thousands of cycles. His head horns were magnificent but he did not wore any horn-rings that would help Shael identify his age.
"I am sure you are eager to learn and find out why you had been invited. Let us look outside." Tap on the panel in the middle of the room lit up the holoprojector. Now she did believe everyone was PN here. Control panels... not mind commands. This whole place was build to accommodate and work with people like her.
"Do you know the legend of the Silent ones? The story of the soul-less devourers of the galaxy..." Shael did not answer, it was a rhetorical question. Everyone knew the story of the biggest threat the Community has ever faced and rise or Seraphim as the defenders and rulers of the galaxy. Also, a sad thought, a reason why people of the community were terrified of her.
"The story itself starts more than a two hundred thousand cycles ago. The ships of the unknown species has emerged over the colony of Seh'rai. They did not tried to make contact. Just stopped on the orbit and waited. Operators on the orbital station could not feel anything. It was like the ships were abandoned. They were a complete mystery. After a few rotations it was decided that a boarding party would be sent to investigate. When their ship approached the strangers... they fired. A plasma beam tore through the scouting ship completely obliterating it and killing everyone aboard. The attack begun. Until than a violent death was something unheard of. A sentient being killing another one was unthinkable and the echo of the event resonated throughout the common mind. Thousands had died that day. The entire colony was exterminated, hunted down to the last one and murdered by the marauders in their shimmering armors and deadly weapons."
The Elder had took a moment of silence for those whose spirits were lost. Shael stood there and did not dared to interrupt the silence. It was horrific to just imagine such a destruction and merciless brutality.
"The war that followed took millions of lives and the galaxy was almost overwhelmed. Only the sacrifices of the Seraphim, our kind, were able to stop their advance. Any other race that met the Silent ones either died, or if they fled, their souls became corrupted. That is the reason why our kind rules over the Community as watchful protectors. We found a way to fight and managed to defeat the plague of the Silent ones. They fought until the last men and it was right as none in the galaxy would know peace as long as they existed." A very dark and depressive end indeed Shael thought. A complete destruction of an entire species...
"Here, is where legend is wrong, young one." That statement froze young Seraphim. Is he saying that there are still Silent ones alive? She watched his hand point at the image shown by the holoprojector. It was a solar system. Nothing unique, just several planets. But the third one from the star seemed rich in water and that it might be able to sustain life despite it's small size.
"This is Terra V. The fifth homeworld we built for the Silent ones. We keep their civilization on pre-stellar level and prevent any ship from making unintended contact. We block all the signals coming in and from the system. These coordinates are marked as a black hole within the map of the galaxy. We watch and interfere to drive their civilization in cyclical patterns so their empires rise and fall and do not advance too much. If they manage to find a way around that, unify their empires and advance technologically too much, we are forced to collapse the sun of the system and move to a new Terra. We can't afford the risk of Silent ones freeing themselves. This is the biggest secret Seraphim have."
Shaela felt dizzy, taken by the shock. There were no secrets within the Community. You can't hide something or lie within the mind merged with others... now it started to make sense. That is why PN's were working here. They could keep secrets and if what he said was true none other would be suited to watch over the silent ones. Every psionic entity that managed to connect to the one of the silent ones were corrupted and had to be euthanized before it could spread madness to the Community. Such alien were the minds of the Silent ones.
"I see now. The only question I have is: Why?"
Shael asked, puzzled by this. The risk seemed just too high.
"The other secret we Seraphim have is that we did not really challenged and stood up to the might of the Silent empire. It started to crumble from within. To fight is their nature. When victory was for them but a formality, they started to quarrel over the empire and the distribution of power. We stopped being an opposition to them so they turned on each other. Their empire was divided and weakened by the war waged within so when we led the counter-offensive, they ignored us. They believed we are weak and unworthy as opponents so if someone fell to us they believed it was his incompetence, not our strength. That is their weakness."
The sense of bitterness was felt within words of the Elder. Did he take it as a weakness that their race did not possess such a potential for destruction? Maybe he is watching the silent ones for too long thought the young blue haired recruit. How do you recognize Corruption of the Silent?
"So, we are studying them and keeping them under control because they are the known evil?" The conclusion was obvious, but cynical.
"Very good. The history taught us that we are never safe. A new threat might emerge in the same sudden and brutal manner as the Silent ones did. It is why we saved them. Their mind, their ruthless nature a complete disregard for life in general, makes them an ideal warriors that could probably stand up to any challenge."
"So, our job here is to keep them pacified and ready until the Community is threatened again and than we would..."
"Release them on the galaxy again."
This project named as a station 22 was a simple idea, I will write a story, and let it go it's way. I have no idea where it goes and will write it on the go. No plans ahead. Basically web-comic style but by a person who can't draw at all. No retcons - what happened happened and will affect the future of the story. I, of course, may be inspired by the comments below and work it in. Care to join me on an adventure?
Station 22
"I am Rinn, the Elder and Overseer of station 22. Welcome among us."
Young Shael was intrigued and nervous. She never thought she could be of any aid to the galaxy as she was born with extremely rare disability - a psi-negative syndrome. Person with PN could not be connected to the minds of others and therefore was denied the access to the common mind and subconsciousness of the Community. This disability also prevented affected mind to be read by the others. This communication defect prevented her from gaining any position within the galactic community. Not only she could not operate any machinery or communicate at normal level... the people of the Community feared her kind. It was a common belief that PM's were born without a soul.
"Thank you Elder Rinn for this opportunity. May I compliment you on your uncommon skill in using a vocal communication sir? For it is truly outstanding." Shael felt flattered and amazed that someone beyond her caretakers took time to train the vocal abilities to communicate with her.
"Thank you young one. You will find out that it is not as uncommon on this station. We are very unique on many aspects. From serving staff to our assignment. We all are psi-negatives." The Elder was speaking slowly as if he had all the time in the world. His voice was calm and fluid. It was obvious he was using it for the whole life, which could be a thousands of cycles. His head horns were magnificent but he did not wore any horn-rings that would help Shael identify his age.
"I am sure you are eager to learn and find out why you had been invited. Let us look outside." Tap on the panel in the middle of the room lit up the holoprojector. Now she did believe everyone was PN here. Control panels... not mind commands. This whole place was build to accommodate and work with people like her.
"Do you know the legend of the Silent ones? The story of the soul-less devourers of the galaxy..." Shael did not answer, it was a rhetorical question. Everyone knew the story of the biggest threat the Community has ever faced and rise or Seraphim as the defenders and rulers of the galaxy. Also, a sad thought, a reason why people of the community were terrified of her.
"The story itself starts more than a two hundred thousand cycles ago. The ships of the unknown species has emerged over the colony of Seh'rai. They did not tried to make contact. Just stopped on the orbit and waited. Operators on the orbital station could not feel anything. It was like the ships were abandoned. They were a complete mystery. After a few rotations it was decided that a boarding party would be sent to investigate. When their ship approached the strangers... they fired. A plasma beam tore through the scouting ship completely obliterating it and killing everyone aboard. The attack begun. Until than a violent death was something unheard of. A sentient being killing another one was unthinkable and the echo of the event resonated throughout the common mind. Thousands had died that day. The entire colony was exterminated, hunted down to the last one and murdered by the marauders in their shimmering armors and deadly weapons."
The Elder had took a moment of silence for those whose spirits were lost. Shael stood there and did not dared to interrupt the silence. It was horrific to just imagine such a destruction and merciless brutality.
"The war that followed took millions of lives and the galaxy was almost overwhelmed. Only the sacrifices of the Seraphim, our kind, were able to stop their advance. Any other race that met the Silent ones either died, or if they fled, their souls became corrupted. That is the reason why our kind rules over the Community as watchful protectors. We found a way to fight and managed to defeat the plague of the Silent ones. They fought until the last men and it was right as none in the galaxy would know peace as long as they existed." A very dark and depressive end indeed Shael thought. A complete destruction of an entire species...
"Here, is where legend is wrong, young one." That statement froze young Seraphim. Is he saying that there are still Silent ones alive? She watched his hand point at the image shown by the holoprojector. It was a solar system. Nothing unique, just several planets. But the third one from the star seemed rich in water and that it might be able to sustain life despite it's small size.
"This is Terra V. The fifth homeworld we built for the Silent ones. We keep their civilization on pre-stellar level and prevent any ship from making unintended contact. We block all the signals coming in and from the system. These coordinates are marked as a black hole within the map of the galaxy. We watch and interfere to drive their civilization in cyclical patterns so their empires rise and fall and do not advance too much. If they manage to find a way around that, unify their empires and advance technologically too much, we are forced to collapse the sun of the system and move to a new Terra. We can't afford the risk of Silent ones freeing themselves. This is the biggest secret Seraphim have."
Shaela felt dizzy, taken by the shock. There were no secrets within the Community. You can't hide something or lie within the mind merged with others... now it started to make sense. That is why PN's were working here. They could keep secrets and if what he said was true none other would be suited to watch over the silent ones. Every psionic entity that managed to connect to the one of the silent ones were corrupted and had to be euthanized before it could spread madness to the Community. Such alien were the minds of the Silent ones.
"I see now. The only question I have is: Why?"
Shael asked, puzzled by this. The risk seemed just too high.
"The other secret we Seraphim have is that we did not really challenged and stood up to the might of the Silent empire. It started to crumble from within. To fight is their nature. When victory was for them but a formality, they started to quarrel over the empire and the distribution of power. We stopped being an opposition to them so they turned on each other. Their empire was divided and weakened by the war waged within so when we led the counter-offensive, they ignored us. They believed we are weak and unworthy as opponents so if someone fell to us they believed it was his incompetence, not our strength. That is their weakness."
The sense of bitterness was felt within words of the Elder. Did he take it as a weakness that their race did not possess such a potential for destruction? Maybe he is watching the silent ones for too long thought the young blue haired recruit. How do you recognize Corruption of the Silent?
"So, we are studying them and keeping them under control because they are the known evil?" The conclusion was obvious, but cynical.
"Very good. The history taught us that we are never safe. A new threat might emerge in the same sudden and brutal manner as the Silent ones did. It is why we saved them. Their mind, their ruthless nature a complete disregard for life in general, makes them an ideal warriors that could probably stand up to any challenge."
"So, our job here is to keep them pacified and ready until the Community is threatened again and than we would..."
"Release them on the galaxy again."
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