The NULL Solution = Episode 17
…The McKinney contingent is/has contracted the prevailing paranoia that is gripping the region and the moment…
“There are signs that something wicked this-way-came.” Sampson is a Ray Bradbury devotee and it occasionally bleeds into his speech.
“We have entered Seljuk territory. Their outposts have been rendered useless,” Cerella expresses concern.
“And what is that gleaming very, very large object off in the distance?” is Deke’s remote observation. “At 3° port, 250K out… oh, never mind, whatever I saw is not there now.”
“Who or whatever did this, knew what they were doing,” Cerella adds.
Without expectation or invitation, the natives in this nape of the neck reach out to the occupants of the Eridanian Defender. It must drop out of TSF in order to align the two timestems thereby allowing real-time communication.
The message they are receiving? “COME TO THE HOMEWORLD AND SHUT DOWN”
Once again, there are no buts about it.
“We must allow them to take control. The Seljuk can be trusted. We came here to get answers, not the reverse.”
The McKinney contingent is/has contracted the prevailing paranoia that is gripping the region and the moment. “We are completely disengaged, but we don’t like it.”
Like a fish on a nylon line, Defender is being reeled in to the biggest planet in a group of twenty, most following each other in orbit, but none closer than 50 million miles from their yellow giant furnace. Like a cosmic carousel, so spread out are they that their collective gravitational pull offset each other.
“It appears we’re about to hop onto this train.”
Like interstellar hobos.