The NULL Solution = Episode 178
…What began as a like-minded alliance has morphed into a freighter of regret…
Not long after Collapsar Axis’ exit from its native dimension, the residents, old of the Ÿ€Ð homeworld or the new gypsies picked up along the path to perdition, become restless as rumors spread like a firestorm. There has not a dictator made, that can squelch an entire population when those people have a mind to squawk.
Like a noisy squawk box, they harp in unison at the realization that they are going nowhere in an unfamiliar somewhere. What began as a like-minded alliance has morphed into a freighter of regret. The promise of roaming free rings hollow, when the roaming lacks purpose.
“We want to go back to our worlds!” is the common cry heard throughout. Eternal regret was not what this divergent group bargained for. They are paying the price for throwing in with a cross-eyed visionary.
“Great Župzïð, our battle cruisers have been engaged!” Collapsar Axis has gone from being the fearless big dog in the neighborhood, to just another malcontent. Entire fighting forces are being added to the mix; those that were roving the “real” Great Expanse with bad intent.
“Contact their flagship. I would like to speak with its leader.”
The front-running ship’s commander breaks off his attack to speak with Župzïð, “You have hijacked my ships. We will fight you to the death.”
Collapsar’s sheer size makes it the likely culprit.
That is a Freudian slip if there ever was one. He meant to say, “We are lost,” lost in translation.
“We were engaging a sphere that looked like it was threatening our world,” admits the attacking commander. “Now we find ourselves among strange stars and being asked a ridiculous question. Are you the source of that message?”
That had been the exact mistake made by the Ÿ€Ð fleet back in the day and compounded by Župzïð’s ignorance to this very day.
“We are not the builders of ⃝ . We are victims as well.”
The would-be combatants share a bond of serendipitous proportions.
“Yes. What does such a primitive species have to do with such a thing? We disregarded that message as well. It smells like a trap… all that talk of universal peace is for the weak!”
There is a pattern developing. When a certain choice is posed, the proper response is expected.
“Have you seen the beacon in this place?”
“No,” is the simple answer, asked and answered by both men.