It had seen it all before. Empires had risen and fallen across its surface over the millennia, their greatness fueled by the riches held within its rock, their inhabitants extinguished by greed, once released.
At first they seemed random, anomalies, background noise lost to the throb of the mechanics of business. A mishap here, a crew vanishing there. Not enough to warrant investigation but more than enough for rumours to thrive.
The drone had spent 6 months making deep level scans of the three most obvious candidates. Every metric collected, extensive feature graphing made, and every byte of information relayed back to the base ships that had been in rift orbit for the past 9 months.
‘Scamander.’ That’s the name they gave this desolate rock. Was that a piss take? ’Scamander’, the river god that wove his way outside the walls of Troy. Geezus, did anyone have a look around before they named it?
On a clear night it’s like being on the inside of a crystal ball looking out, it’s a view that never gets boring and certainly not something you ever quite get used to.
00:00:10 Eastern Rim
Increased drilling on the eastern rim, more crews being sent into the bowl to ‘prospect’. The ore they were supposed to be mining, at least according to the geo, was all to be found in the southern rift.
00:01:00 The Rift
What he and the three other crew on the bridge were looking at was not quite clear to them. It was round, spherical maybe? A giant marble was what came to Ivan’s mind… a giant red marble. Einstein-Rosen bridges, wormholes, existed but were long ago discounted as never being stable enough to be seen...
It took five tries but Colonel Spires was finally on the bridge of the TS5 Hammersmith, the first successful Transverse System ship to negotiate the Magellan Rift.
For months Jones had been messing with trying to get a small Fusion plant to work. Not as a commercial idea mind you but as a one up on his racing competition.