There are billions of stars, millions of planets, but there is only one man, Terrance McDoogal. Welcome to LIU Atlas.



                                                  LIU Atlas - Otiosus Station

The Ludgonian Industrial Union's galaxy contains billions of stars and billions of planets. Unfortunately, most residents of the LIU could only name a handful of these worlds. In order to improve astronomy grades across the LIU, TV2 has started a new program called LIU Atlas. Follow our host, Terrance McDoogal, as he takes you on a tour across the LIU and some of its more obscure worlds. 

Note: This episode is presented in full screen. The corresponding dialogue is underneath each photo. 

Doog: “Welcome to another episode of LIU Atlas. I’m your host, Terrance “Doog” McDoogal. Today, we’re visiting the spaced-based Otiosus Station. This station lies in the center of the Opifex Sector, a highly industrialized region of the LIU Galaxy.”

Doog: “The station specializes in employment, coordinating the labor of the hundreds of industrial worlds in its proximity. The Otiosus Station assigns, transfers, and trains millions of workers every month, making it a large player in the LIU’s economic empire. Well, let’s head inside.”

Fennon: “Welcome to the Otiosus Station, Doog. I’m Dr. Lee Fennon, Director of Labor Solutions.”
Doog: “Labor Solutions, huh? Know anyone hiring washed-up TV hosts? I’m looking for something with better pay.”
Fennon: ‘Sorry, Labor Solutions generally deals with unskilled labor positions within the Opifex Sector.”
Doog: “Oh, trust me…this job is as unskilled as they come.”

Fennon: “Yes, well, I’m afraid we have no TV Host jobs available in this Sector.”
Doog: “Well, keep an eye out anyway.”
Fennon: “Sure…”
Doog: “So, what can you tell me about this place?”
Fennon: “Otiosus Station houses the LIU company, Labor Solutions. Labor Solutions specializes in allocating labor resources within this industrial sector. Follow me.”

Fennon: “This is our command center. From here, we monitor the labor needs of the hundred or so industrial worlds within 50 light years of the station.”

Fennon: “Otiosus Station lies at the center of this sector, as you can see on the map. The mapping computer displays worlds with various labor needs. Their needs are color coded to indicate what exactly they need. Orange denotes a severe labor shortage, yellow denotes that layoffs are imminent, and so on.”
Doog: “And why is this important?”
Fennon: “Well, with data like this, we can shift workers between planets to keep production at high levels and avoid having unemployed workers. This planet here has labor shortages while its neighbor needs to lay off workers. We simply transfer the workers from one world to the next.”

Doog: “Sounds easy enough. You guys just sort of juggle workers around the sector.”
Fennon: “Yes, but it is not quite as easy as you think. We must monitor many aspects of these industrial worlds to determine their labor needs in advance. It wouldn’t do much good if their assembly lines sat idle for days waiting for replacements.”
Doog: “I guess that makes sense.”
Fennon: “Yes, so we have screens like this to monitor various planets’ production levels. It appears the laborers on Sutura are falling behind on their production quotas while the workers on Fornax are well ahead of schedule. We should anticipate a labor shift between these worlds.”

Doog: “This screen must be my interest level. Quickly dropping…”
Fennon: “No, this graph monitors the labor situation in the macroscale. You can see employment trends of the whole Sector. It’s useful in determining long-term needs within the sector. Of course, this information is more important to the speculators than it is to Labor Solutions.”
Doog: “Speculators?”
Fennon: “Yes, follow me.”

Fennon: “Labor Solutions is only one of the companies based out of the station. The other is the OLCT, or Otiosus Labor Commodity Trade-Market. Commodities are goods and services that the public wants or needs. Generally, the universe does not see labor as a commodity. Many believe sentient beings should not be traded , but…”
Doog: “But…this is the LIU.”
Fennon: “Yes. We see things differently here. Workers are a good that the LIU’s elite need. Workers are traded as a commodity here.”

Fennon: “Speculators invest in labor futures and derivatives, driving a large tradable market. They speculate on future labor needs by examining long term labor trends. Each planet’s current labor market values are listed on the overhead board. A marquee displays current labor demands. Speculators use this information to make wise investment decisions.”

Doog: “It sure is loud and chaotic in here. It’s sort of like a bar on the weekend …well, without all the booze and fun. They need some better television shows here too. All these numbers are boring.”
Fennon: “You haven’t been paying attention, have you?”
Doog: “Not entirely.”

Fennon: “This station is also involved in training workers. Workers across the galaxy are shipped here to be trained for factory work. Our schools are top-notch, allowing workers to easily assimilate into our workforce.”
Doog: “Aw man, are we going to school? I thought this couldn't get any more boring.”

Fennon: “Workers get trained in the complex jobs they will be assigned once they are shipped out.”

Teacher: “And push those buttons. And push those buttons. That’s it. Keep going! Push. Push. Very good. Uh, Mr. Shalmers, keep that wrist bent. There you go. We don’t want any injuries. And push those buttons. Push. Push.” 

Doog: “Seems complicated. I guess high-tech factory work is not for me.”
Teacher: “Good work class. Your assignment tonight in to practice your lever pulls. Remember, pull that lever and pull that lever…”
Doog: “Yeah…definitely too much work for me. Although, I do practice my lever pulls before I go to bed every night.If you know what I mean...”

Fennon: “We also have a world-class career placement center. Newly arrived workers are sent here to determine their likes, dislikes, and skill levels. It helps to match workers with industries more suited to their abilities.”

Examiner: “Alright sir, I’m going to need to ask you some questions. First, can you read?”
Worker: “Yes, in three languages.”
Examiner: “Hmm, noted. Alright. Next, how attached are you to your arms? Extremely attached, moderately attached, or cut them off now and give me a job.”
Worker: “I’m going to go with extremely attached.”
Examiner: “Hmm, that will limit your options…”

Examiner #2: “Are you familiar with our unemployment program?”
Worker: “No, I figured the LIU didn’t have anything like that.”
Doog: “Wait, the LIU has an unemployment program? How do I get on that?”
Fennon: “Yes, but it’s not what you think. Follow me.”

Doog: “What is this?”
Fennon: “This is our unemployment program.”
Doog: “You’re right. This is not what I was thinking.”
Fennon: “Idle, unemployed workers are resource drains on the LIU, but they can be useful. Several million workers are kept unemployed, but in stasis.”

Doog: “Why?”
Fennon: “Well, it’s too expensive to keep them out of stasis. They want food and stuff.”
Doog: “No, I don’t mean why are they in stasis; I mean why are you storing millions of workers.”
Fennon: “Oh. Several reasons. Unemployed workers keep labor costs down. Workers must know that they can easily be replaced. High unemployment drops wages and reduces inflation. We have purposely created a large unemployed sector for these exact reasons.”

Fennon: “Of course, there are additional benefits.”
Doog: “Like what?”
Fennon: “Well, we have millions of workers in reserve in case of an emergency. Perhaps a plague wipes out a planet’s population. We can ship labor there to maintain production. Maybe the LIU goes to war. We can thaw out millions of workers to meet the war machine's increased demand.”
Doog: “Hmm, I guess that makes sense. How long do they stay ‘unemployed’?”
Fennon: “As long as required. Some may spend decades in suspension until they are needed.”
Doog: “Yikes. I might just keep the job I have.”

Doog: “Well folks, the Otiosus Station is an interesting place. The station coordinates the transfer of labor across the sector, holds the galaxy’s most lucrative labor market, and has millions of workers in reserve. This army of unemployed workers keeps wages down and insures that the LIU can meet extreme labor shortages at the push of a button. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a better job, so guess I’ll see ya next time. Later.”


Note: The Otiosus Training School is offering classes on pushing and pulling heavy objects. Enroll early to get a spot!

An inside look at Doog's wondeful life.

                                LIU Atlas - Behind the Scenes - Doog's Place

Doog: "Hello folks. It's me, Terrance "Doog" McDoogal. I am currently on a two week unpaid vacation from LIU Atlas as we transition between LIU Atlas Season #2 and #3. The producers thought it would be fun if you guys got a first hand look at what my life is like during the break. As you can see, I've taking my slim earnings from Season #2 and rented this two room apartment for one month."

Doog: "Yeah, you heard that right. Not a two bedroom apartment, a two room apartment. This here is my living room/bedroom. The other room is a kitchen. There are communal bathrooms down the hall. The bathrooms are a little scary, but I've found that if I wait until after 3AM, I have to step over fewer dead prostitutes. Oh, I almost forgot. I used the remainder of my earnings to purchase a brand new, big screen..."

Doog: "...clock. I almost had enough to get some batteries with it. For now, I just like to stare at the motionless hands. That, and my Mocie Award."

Doog: "The kitchen is alright, but it lacks a few of the basic amenities, like a microwave, fridge, and dishwasher. It did come with a bunch of rats, which actually comes in handy. They're pretty good at scraping my pots and pans clean of any leftover food. It really saves me from doing dishes. Oh, don't pay attention to that blood stain over there, it was from the previous owner."

KNOCK, KNOCK
Doog: "Whoa, who's at the door? I'm not expecting anyone."

Doog: "Aww man, what if it's bill collectors, or even worse, one of my crew members! Either way, I'm bringing a bat."

Doog: "You have no right to be here...I mean, hello there. Did you come for my autograph? Or do I need to flip my sofa chair down into bed mode?"
Susan: "You don't remember me do you?"
Doog: "Er...of course I...uh, do, uh Jennifer? Janet? Janice? Jessica?"
Susan: "It's Susan. Remember? We met two years ago. You told me you just got a job with TV2. You promised you'd marry me. When I woke the next morning, you were gone!"
Doog: "Uh...well, you see..."
Susan: "That's alright. No explanations needed. I've found you now, and I have somebody I'd like you to meet."
Doog: "Ooh, you brought a friend."

Doog: "Uh, I don't know what you're into, but the kid has to go."
Susan: "No Doog, I want you to meet him. His name is Terrance, Terrance Junior."
Doog: "Hey, we have the same name. How cool! You know what, he kind of looks like me too. Wait a minute..."

Doog: "You don't mean what I think you mean, do you?"
Susan: "Yes Doog. He's yours."
Doog: "Uh, why don't you two step out into the hallway for a minute. I need to...er...clean up a bit, and uh, put away my dog. Yeah, my dog. He's vicious. I promise, it will just be a minute."

Doog: "Oh crap, oh crap! Uh Jessica, just give me a few more minutes. Everything is almost ready."
Susan: "My name is Susan!"

Doog: "Almost ready now!"

Doog: "I'll be there in just a second."

Doog: whispers "Well folks, I have to run. Sorry the tour was so short. I guess Season #3 is starting sooner than I thought! Well, gotta run!"

Note:
Doog: "Anyone interested in a one week sublease? Or a kid?"

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There are billions of stars, millions of planets, but there is only one man, Terrance McDoogal. Welcome to LIU Atlas.



                                                            LIU Atlas - Siccum

The Ludgonian Industrial Union's galaxy contains billions of stars and billions of planets. Unfortunately, most residents of the LIU could only name a handful of these worlds. In order to improve astronomy grades across the LIU, TV2 has started a new program called LIU Atlas. Follow our host, Terrance McDoogal, as he takes you on a tour across the LIU and some of its more obscure worlds. 

Note: This episode is presented in full screen. The corresponding dialogue is underneath each photo.

Doog: “What are you doing in there, Oldie? You’re taking forever. The bathroom schedule clearly states that I have the next half hour reserved! No cheating!”
Mike: “Yeah! You’re pushing everyone’s schedule back!”

Oldie: “It’s not my fault. I’m trying! Nothing is coming out!”
Mike: “Yikes, Oldie…too much info.”
Doog: “Is it a prostrate issue again?”
Oldie: “What! I’m not talking about from there. Nothing is coming out of the pipes. I think we’re out of water.”
Doog: “You got to be kidding me. How could we run out of water? Let me in, old man. You’re clearly having a one of those elderly episodes again.”

Oldie: “See! I told you. Nothing’s coming out the pipes. We’re bone dry.”
Doog: “Impossible. Get everyone in the bathroom. We need to get to the bottom of this. I’m pretty certain you guys don’t want me skipping my monthly shower.”

Cam: “Sigh. Another bathroom meeting? Can we go a week without fighting over the bathroom?”
Doog: “It’s a serious meeting this time. It appears we’re out of water!”
Mike: “Yeah, Doog’s going to miss his monthly shower! It’s going to reek of onions and feet in here in no time!”
Cam: “This is serious…”
Doog: “Hurry! We need to conserve all the water we can! Oldie, scoop out whatever water is left in the toilet. Cam, you get all the water left in the urinal.”

Cam: “What urinal? We don’t have a urinal.”
Doog: “Sure we do, you’re standing right next to it.”
Mike: “Are you referring to our sink!? Have you been using the sink as a urinal!”
Cam: “Oh gross. I brush my teeth in there. I think I‘m gonna barf.”
Doog: “It did seem awfully high for a urinal. After the initial burst, I had a hard time maintaining enough arc to keep it in the bowl.”
Mike: “Oh man…that’s why the floor was always wet here. I just thought you were a sloppy teeth brusher…
Cam: “Everyone out! I’m gonna puke!”

Doog: “Looks like we have more pressing matters. Hugo’s activated our warning system.”
Oldie: “He must have heard that you’re missing your monthly shower.”

Hugo: “So…we have a problem. It appears we blew a coupling. We’re venting coolant out into space.”
Mike: “Does this rank higher or lower than our water emergency?”
Hugo: “They’re related, I’m afraid. I had to reroute the water through the coolant system to keep us from burning up. It’s only a temporary fix, so we’ll need to land on the first civilized planet we can find.”
Doog: “Then we get the water back?”
Hugo: “Well…maybe. By routing our water into the coolant system, I may have irradiated our whole supply. Wherever we land, we’ll need to get more water in addition to repairs.”
Oldie: “I can see our season’s earnings melting away before my eyes.”

Hugo: “This is the best I could find within range. It’s a planet called Siccum. Looks to be a desert planet. Luckily, the computer says its home to a depot. We should be able to make repairs there.”
Mike: “Water’s going to cost a fortune on a desert world…”
Oldie: “Looks like I’m not retiring after this season after all…”

Hugo: “It’s going to get a little warm, boys. The atmospheric reentry is going to heat up the hull without the coolant system fully functioning.”
Doog: “Can we not work up a sweat before the desert planet, please? Thanks.”

Hugo: “Alright, I see the Depot coming into view. Looks like we’re going to make it.”

Doog: “Please open the door so I can get out of this sweat box!”

Mike: “It’s not much better out here.”
Doog: “No, it is not. Let’s hurry up and get this over with.”

Chep: “Hey guys, welcome to the Siccum Depot. I’m Chep. What can I do fer ya today?”
Hugo: “We blew a coupling. We’ll need a new one.”

Chep: “Shouldn’t be a issue. We have a full service mechanic station at this depot. We’ll get you fixed up right away.”

Hugo: “Good deal. We’re also going to need to buy a few hundred gallons of water from you.”
Chep: “Bwhahaha! I haven’t heard one that funny in a while.”
Doog: “Stop saying funny stuff Hugo, that’s my job!”
Mike: “Wait…why is that funny?”
Chep: “Oh, you lads were serious? You picked the wrong place to get water. Siccum is about as dry as it gets.”

Chep: “Our wind mills pump up water from deep underground. They spin all day, and we still have barely enough to survive. In fact, we import most of our water.”
Doog: “That’s not good.”
Chep: “I know. The water imports really cut into our profits. It’s hard keeping a depot open with such an expensive overhead, but we manage.”
Doog: “Why open a depot on such an unforgiving planet?”
Chep: “Well, this is the only inhabitable world for twenty light years. We get a lot business from travelers coming through this area. We’re not far off from the Marinjae Hyperspace Route either, so we get a lot of business from there too. Besides, the locals here have some technology of interest to the LIU, so we ship a lot of their goods to other worlds.”

Doog: “Locals?”
Chep: “Yeah, Siccum is home to an alien race known as the Siccuman. They live out in the deserts.”
Doog: “Think they have water?”
Chep: “It‘s likely. I don’t venture far from the depot, but rumor has it, the Siccuman have vast reserves of water hidden away.”
Doog: “Alright, sounds like we’re going searching for the locals.”
Hugo: “I think I’ll…uh…stay here and…uh…keep an eye on the repairs.”
Doog: “Oh sure, every other time, you’re whining about being left behind. Today, you conveniently elect to opt out of the adventure. Whatever, we’ll figure this out without you.”

Mike: “I’m going to wear my pants on my head to keep the sun off. Pretty smart huh?”
Cam: “Nah, I want the sun. I’ll be working on my tan.”
Doog: “See, this won’t be too bad. What’s the worst that can happen?”


Two Hours Later…

Cam: “I can’t do this anymore. One of you has to walk. I can’t drag you guys any further.”
Oldie: “Please Cam, I don’t have any energy left. I’m so thirsty.”
Doog: “Leave Oldie behind! You’ll have more energy for me then.”
Mike: “This was a horrible idea. We’re going to die out here.”

Doog: “So this is the end, huh?”
Mike: “I guess so buddy. It was good knowing you guys.”
Oldie: “I knew this job would kill me one day.”
Cam: “Feel free to drink my blood if I die first. You know, for the water.”
Mike: “Timbo, any last words?”
Timbo: “…”
Doog: “It’s alright Timbo, you can talk. The deals off. We’re dying here.”
Timbo: “Thanks Doog. I know we never saw eye to…”
Doog: “Oh my Emperor, you’re annoying voice is excruciating. Deal is back on. I don’t want my last memories to be of your whining.”

Mike: “Ahh! What is that?”
Doog: “I think I’m having thirst hallucinations.”
Cam: “No, it’s the locals!”
Bolin: “Ahlaan bika. I am Bolin. Are you from the depot?”
Doog: “No, we’re just a TV crew. We’re looking for water.”
Bolin: “Looking for water here? I’m afraid you won’t find much here.”

Bolin: “Here, have a few squirts of our water.”
Doog: “A few squirts? Is that all you can spare?”
Bolin: “For now. We have more at our camp, if you will accompany us.”
Doog: “Yes. That sounds great.”

Doog: “Can I ride on your creature?”
Bolin: “The Mantid? I’m afraid only experienced riders can master this beast. We’re not too far off anyway. Come on.”

Doog: “This is your camp? I thought it would be more technologically advanced. You have all those cool cybernetics on your face.”
Bolin: “My race has mastered several technologies, but we only use some of it. We don’t believe in technology that makes things easier, only technology that keeps us safe.”
Doog: “I don’t understand.”
Bolin: “We could build machine to condition the air, to make things cooler, but it is not necessary. We can survive without it, so we do not utilize this technology. Overuse of technology makes one weak.”
Doog: “What about your face doo-hickies?”
Bolin: “They stop water from evaporating from our eyes and mouth, preserving precious fluids. They keep us safe from dehydrating, and therefore are an acceptable form of technology.”
Doog: “Weird. Anyway, speaking of water, we need a lot of it. Word has it, that you have a stash hidden somewhere.”

Bolin: “What you have heard is true, but I’m not sure I can arrange a visit. The Hidden Cisterns are sacred. They are ancient sources of water discovered by my people centuries ago. They are closed systems and not replenished. It would be foolish of me to put this irreplaceable water source in danger.”
Doog: “Pretty please?”

Doog: “Water!”
Mike: “Oh yeah! Who’s doing a cannonball….this guy is!”
Oldie: “Woo-hoo!”

Bolin: “Please be respectful of our ancient treasure…it means so much to my people. Do not sully it with your sweaty bodies….”

Bolin: “Sigh. Why did I fall for the ‘pretty please’?”
Oldie: “Finally, I got the bath I was wanting.”
Mike: “Doog, why are you standing so still?”
Cam: “This isn’t a urinal Doog!”
Doog: “Too late...”

Doog: “Well folks, looks like we‘re going to be ok. This ancient cistern should have enough water to fill the Magellan and still leave some for the natives. It’s free too. For being such a dry place, Siccum sure has some nice pools. See ya!”


Note: Siccum is littered with ancient cisterns that extend deep into the planet’s crust. Here, in the depths, groundwater still remains. Some of these cisterns are thousands of feet deep. Some are now polluted with human sweat and other fluids…

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There are billions of stars, millions of planets, but there is only one man, Terrance McDoogal. Welcome to LIU Atlas.



                                                            LIU Atlas - Vox Caelestia

The Ludgonian Industrial Union's galaxy contains billions of stars and billions of planets. Unfortunately, most residents of the LIU could only name a handful of these worlds. In order to improve astronomy grades across the LIU, TV2 has started a new program called LIU Atlas. Follow our host, Terrance McDoogal, as he takes you on a tour across the LIU and some of its more obscure worlds. 

Note: This episode is presented in full screen. The corresponding dialogue is underneath each photo.

Doog: “Welcome to another special edition episode of LIU Atlas. I’m your host, Terrance “Doog” McDoogal. Today, we’re making a quick stop at the muddy, swamp world of Vox Caelestia. Like with most special edition episodes, we won’t be focusing much on the planet’s economy. Instead, we’re going to dip into the planet’s culture, which has had a strong influence in the LIU.”

Doog: “Most of Vox Caelestia looks just like this, mile after mile of dense swamp. Of course, the swamp is broken up occasionally by bogs, marshes, and even wetlands. Large catwalks, like this, crisscross the planet’s surface. These elevated walkways make transportation through the swamps much easier. The whole place is an affront to my senses; it smells strongly of wet, decomposing plants, and the local wildlife is loud and boisterous.”

Doog: “The native Voxens collect many of the swamp’s gases, including methane, hydrogen sulfide, and carbon dioxide. These gases, created from the anaerobic decomposition of plant material, are useful to the LIU, and their collection constitutes the majority of Vox Caelestia’s economy. But, like I said, we’re not here to talk about economies.”

Doog: “We’re here to focus on Vox Caelestia’s culture, which involves music and, more importantly, singing. The Voxens have some of the greatest voices in the galaxy. Seriously, these guys could bring tears to your eyes just reading a shopping list. They’re that good. Their angelic voices derive from adaptations to their anatomy. Look, here comes some natives now. It’s easier to show this adaptation than explain it.”

Doog: “Excuse me ma’am, could I get some video of your anatomy?”
Lady: “What! What kind of pervert are you!”
Doog: “No, not that anatomy! I was referring to…wow, your voice is beautiful even when you’re yelling…”
Lady: “Get lost creep!”
Guy: “How much money are we talking here? I might be game.”
Lady: “Purcell! Get over here! I can’t believe your considering this weirdos’ offer!”
Guy: “Gotta run, call me.”

Doog: “That was the most beautiful conversation I ever had, even if I was completely misunderstood. I guess, I’ll just attempt to explain it myself. The Voxen have multiple vocal chords that create multiple tones and an enlarged vocal sac that helps amplify the sound. These adaptations help the Voxen locate mates and communicate in the loud swamps here. They’re sort of like frogs that learned to speak.”

Doog: “They learned more than speaking though. The Voxen have written some of the greatest operas in the LIU galaxy. Thousands of people, from across the galaxy, flock here to the Vox Opera House to hear these galaxy renowned operas.”

Doog: “The Vox Opera House is a piece of art all on its own. Its acoustically engineered walls amplify sound while reducing any type of echo. It seats hundreds, and even has some balconies for the more elite.”

Doog: “The Opera House has a lowered orchestra pit, where musicians play music to accompany the Voxens’ beautiful voices. The Voxen have such wonderful range that a full orchestra is not required.”
Announcer: “Ladies, gentleman, and asexual beings, please take your seats. The show is about to begin.”

Announcer: “Before we begin, if you will turn your attention to the upper balcony. We are graced today with the presence of the LIU Cultural Governor. Please give him a round of applause.”
…crickets…
Doog: “The insects ARE louder here…”

Doog: “Oh, it’s starting!”
Voxen Male: “LAAaaaa!”

Doog: “His deep baritone cries for help are really pulling at my heartstrings.”
Cam: “Are you tearing up?”
Doog: “Uh, no…I…uh… have something in my eye.”
Mike: “Yeah, me too. There must be some sort of eye irritant in here.”
Oldie: …snore…

Mike: “Just take her back already! Listen to that voice! She has the voice of a million angels! How can you not say yes?!”
Doog: “I feel your pain, dude! Your deep, manly pain! Wait...that sounded weird. Timbo, I’m going to need you to edit that out.”
Timbo: “…”
Usher: “Excuse me gentleman, can you please stop shouting in the middle of the opera? You’re ruining everyone’s experience.”
Oldie: …snore…

Doog: “Well folks, Vox Caelestia is a great place. Their operas are amazing. The saintly voices of the Voxen Race send chills down the spine and evoke emotions you never knew you had. It’s truly a beautiful experience. Well, see ya!”

Note:

Green Guy: “These aisles are really narrow. I hope there isn’t a fire.”
Ackbar: “It’s a trap!”

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                                                           LIU Atlas - Tropaeum

The Ludgonian Industrial Union’s galaxy contains billions of stars and planets. Unfortunately, most residents of the LIU could only name a handful of these worlds. In order to improve astronomy grades across the LIU, TV2 has started a new program called LIU Atlas. Follow our host, Terrance McDoogal, as he takes you on a tour across the LIU and some of its more obscure worlds.

Note: This episode is presented in full screen. The corresponding dialogue is underneath each photo.

Doog: “Welcome to another episode of LIU Atlas. I’m your host, Terrance “Doog” McDoogal. Today, we’re visiting the small moon of Tropaeum. Tropaeum is a protected world. Its pristine wilderness is mostly unsullied, and its unique fauna and plant life are a sight to be seen. Several thousand people visit here every year to take safaris through the untouched plains of Tropaeum. All operations on Tropaeum are based out of a secluded camp on the moon’s equator, called Camp Cecil. That’s where we’re headed.”

Doog: “Alright folks, I’ve been dropped off here at Camp Cecil. The first thing I notice is the moon’s unique plant life. The plants sport a lavender foliage, and it appears that all the plants here sprout from these purple moss beds. Supposedly, the plant life here as evolved this coloration to better absorb sunlight. Anyway, this building behind me is the camp’s Lounge. I’m supposed to meet my guide here.”

Doog: “Once again, I’ve been blessed with a female guide. Unfortunately, she appears to be armed. Better keep the pick up lines to a minimum.”

Cecilia: “Hey Doog. Welcome to Tropaeum. I’m Cecilia, your guide for this afternoon.”
Doog: “Hey there Cecilia. So, what’s up with the gun? Wait, let me guess, it’s protection against my devilish looks and charm.”
Cecilia: “Uh, no. This is a tranquilizer gun. It’s handy for keeping the local wildlife at bay, without causing any permanent damage. Of course, here in the camp, there’s no wildlife to worry about. This area has been cleared and fenced in.”
Doog: “Fenced in, huh? What else can you tell me about the camp?”
Cecelia: “This place here is the central lounge, where guests can meet for drinks, hot tub excursions, and other social events. There are forty…” 

Doog: “Wait, speaking of hot tubs, what’s up with this chick? She’s pulsating, groaning, and releasing lots of bubbles. Is this some sort of fart attack or what?”
Cecilia: “Uh…it’s not quite what…”

Big: “Whoa baby. I’m gonna need a snorkel, and I’m not talking about for breathing.”
Doog: “Big?! Is that you?”

Big: “Doog, my buddy! What are you doing here? I’m not supposed to be your guide today, am I? I’m a little busy.”
Doog: “No, you’re not my guide, unfortunately. Probably would have had a better time if you were. My guide is this lady with the gun.”
Big: “That’s a tranquilizer gun, Doog. If I was you, I’d play that angle.”
Cecilia: ‘I’m literally standing right here guys.”
Big: “Oh well, I have a treasure cave to explore. Maybe I’ll see you around later.”
Doog: “Later Big.”

Cecilia: “Come on, let’s get out of here. I can’t stand that guy.”
Doog: “He’s not that bad. Sure, some of the things he says makes galaxy’s worst perverts blush, but, overall, he’s a good guy.”
Cecilia: “I’m not talking about that. I can handle the talk. It’s the whole ’Elite Citizen’ thing. He thinks he can do whatever he wants because he‘s rich. I really don’t want to talk about it. Come on, let’s head for the tour.”

Doog: “What’s this?”
Cecilia: “This is our Safari Tour. Guests ride in this truck and get to see the wildlife of Tropaeum.”

Doog: “Do I, by chance, get to see this tour?”
Cecilia: “Indeed.”
Doog: “Do I, by chance, get this tour for free?”
Cecilia: “Yes, Doog…”

Doog: “Gee, it sure is cramped back here. Why do I get the standing room only section while these tourists get the nice comfy seats?”
Cecilia: “You do remember the part about this tour being free…right?”

Doog: “Is that the fence you were speaking of earlier?”
Cecilia: “Yes. The electrified fence keeps the wildlife of Tropaeum out of our camp. The wildlife can be dangerous. I know there was a sign, but let me reiterate, please stay in the truck at all times.”
Doog: “There was a sign?”

Cecilia: “Alright, here we go. Are you excited?”
Doog: “A little, I guess. This truck could use a refreshment stand though.”

Cecilia: “The gate is opening. We’re about to enter the wild. Keep your eyes peeled.”

Cecilia: ‘Wow, that didn’t take long. We’re in luck. Ladies and gentlemen, if you’ll direct your attention to the driver side of the truck, you’ll see some of the moon’s native herbivores.”

Doog: “I don’t see anything.”
Cecilia: “Look closer. These herbivores have pretty good camouflage.”

Cecilia: “The larger of the creatures is the Mundali. As you can see, the Mundali have evolved structures that closely resemble the moon’s plant life. This aids in camouflage. The structures serve an even greater purpose though. They are sensory organs that catch smells in the wind. They can detect predators miles away.  Their advanced sense of smell made them notoriously hard to hunt, and many big game hunters flocked here for the challenge. They were almost hunted to extinction before this moon was protected.”
Doog: “Why isn’t he running away? Didn’t he smell us a long way off?”
Cecilia: “The Mundali have become accustomed to our presence after all these years. They no longer fear humans.”

Cecilia: “These smaller herbivores are called Jousts. The make up the majority of the biomass on Tropaeum. These small little guys number in the millions. Their long proboscis helps the pull leaves from the plants.”

Cecilia: “Oh, look folks. This is how the Jousts get their name. Their long antlers are pulled downwards by the strong muscles in their face. The antlers are then used to fight with other Jousts over food or territory. How cool that you got to see that!”

Cecilia: “The moon’s largest carnivore is the Ogalu. The Ogalu are amphibious and are often found underwater. They lie in wait down there until an unfortunate Joust comes to get a drink. We’ll try to lure one out for you to see.”

Doog: “Hey, there’s bubbles forming! Big, that’s not you again, is it?”

Cecilia: “There it is!”
Doog: “Whoa. That’s a big head.”

Cecilia: “The Ogalu are closely related to lizards, but definitely have some differences. The most notable difference, is the Ogalu’s four eyes. This allows the Ogalu to interpret light refraction better when striking prey from the water.”

Cecilia: “Anything you’d like to know about the Ogalu, Doog? Doog? Where did you go!?

Cecilia: “Doog! Get back in here! What’s wrong with you!”
Doog: “Relax. I’m just getting some refreshments. I saw this chicken just rolling across the ground, figured I wouldn’t let it go to waste.”
Cecilia: “That chicken is old and has been dragged all of the ground! If the Ogalu doesn’t kill you, that chicken will!”

Doog: “No lizard! This is my chicken! I found it first!”

Cecilia: “Grab on you idiot!”
Doog: “Not the first time a chick has had a gun to my face, surprisingly. Interestingly enough, it was also over a chicken leg.”

Cecilia: “Now stay in the truck from here on out!”
Doog: “Sure. Sure. Hey, what’s that?”

Doog: “Big, is that you? What are you riding on?”

Cecilia: “Did you seriously just jump out of the truck again?!?

Big: “Hey, I told ya I’d see you again.”
Doog: “What are you doing out here? Isn’t it dangerous?”
Big: “Nah, I have a full contingent of Safari Guides. Besides, I’m out here hunting. The only thing in danger is the wildlife.”
Doog: “Hunting? I thought this place was protected?”
Cecilia: “It is, but protecting it isn’t cheap. We’re forced to sell hunting licenses to Elite Citizens like Big. They pay to keep this place open.”
Doog: “Ah, so that’s why you can’t stand him. Makes sense.”

Big: “There’s nothing more manly than a hunt. Especially, hunting the Mundali. They’re known around the galaxy as being one of the toughest prey animals. Only the galaxy’s best hunters can nail one of those guys.”
Doog: “I didn’t know you were that into hunting Big…well, other than chicks.”
Big: “I’m not, but having a Mundali head on your wall is about as manly as it gets. The chicks will flock to me.”

Big: “I’ve been tracking this guy forever…like twelve minutes. Man, I’m a good hunter. Uh, bring it closer and get me my gun.”

Doog: “This sort of takes the sport out of it.”
Big: “Oh well, I’m not here for the sport. I’m here for the trophy.”
BANG, BANG

Big: “Lop off its head and ship it to house. I want that thing on my wall as soon as possible. You can leave the body…er…wait. Bring the body back to my cabin. I want to…uh…examine it. Yeah, examine it.”
Doog: “You’re a sick man, Big.”
Big: “I’m a man, Doog. A hunting man.”

Doog: “Well folks, Tropaeum is an interesting place. Thousands flock here to view to its exotic wildlife. Unfortunately, protecting this wildlife costs money. One quick way to get money is to charge the rich fees to hunt here. They get to pad their egos, and we get to look at cool animals. Well, see ya!”


Note: Hunting License fees start at 50,000 credits. For an additional 30,000 credits, you can get an experienced tracking team to accompany you. For 5 credits, we’ll photoshop you in a picture with an Ogalu. Limit one per customer.




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                                                                   LIU Atlas - Tacita

The Ludgonian Industrial Union’s galaxy contains billions of stars and planets. Unfortunately, most residents of the LIU could only name a handful of these worlds. In order to improve astronomy grades across the LIU, TV2 has started a new program called LIU Atlas. Follow our host, Terrance McDoogal, as he takes you on a tour across the LIU and some of its more obscure worlds.

Note: This episode is presented in full screen. The corresponding dialogue is underneath each photo.

Doog: “Welcome to another episode of LIU Atlas. I’m your host, Terrance “Doog” McDoogal. Today, we’re visiting the icy tomb world of Tacita. Tacita was discovered and colonized by the Tacetan race, who originate from the small agricultural world of Tacitum, seen in the background. During their initial survey of Tacita, the Tacetans discovered a unique crystalline structure woven throughout the planet’s crust. This crystalline structure has a unique property that makes it glow when in the presence of dead or dying sentient beings. The Tacetan believe these crystals glow because they absorb the souls of the dead, and they now call these crystals, Soul Stones. Because of these Soul Stones, the Tacetan began burying all their dead in elaborate tombs under the planet’s surface. As word of the Soul Stones spread, other races across the galaxy flocked here to bury their dead as well. Now, the burial business is the Tacetan Race’s primary industry.”

Doog: “Alright folks, I’ve been dropped off here on the planet’s surface. I see a large structure in front of me that I believe is the entryway into one of Tacita’s tombs. Ah, I believe one of these guys is my guide.”

Pompos: “Welcome to Tacita, Doog. I am Pompos, a Spirit Guide. My companion here is Psucho.”
Doog: “Spirit Guide?”
Pompos: “Yes, I help guide the departed. My duties include prepping the dead, conducting funerals, and watching over the various tombs and crypts.” 
Doog: “Watching over the dead? Is that really a thing? I mean, don’t they just lay there? Wait! Do we have some type of zombie situation going on! I’m not going in there with the zombies!”
Pompos: “Relax. I didn’t say I watch the dead; I said I watch over their tombs. Some people wish to be buried with special items like jewelry. I keep their items safe. With billions of departed souls here, grave robbers could have a heyday here.”
Doog: “There are billions of dead bodies in there?”
Pompos: “Well, there are billions of dead on the planet, but not all in this tomb. There are several tombs like this spread around the planet, usually close to a concentration of Soul Stone. Come on, let’s head inside.”

Pompos: “This particular tomb is called the Eternal Barrow. It is one of our cheaper options for burial.”
Doog: “Cheaper? What kind of numbers are we talking here?”
Pompos: “Well, it’s quite expensive, to be honest. The cheapest options start around 30,000 Credits.”
Doog: “Thirty thousand! Yikes! When I die, just toss me in an old refrigerator box and toss me in some back alley, preferably an alley with prostitutes…just so I’m close to what I love.”
Pompos: “Hmmm, I’m afraid we don’t offer any services like that here. Our customers pay for a chance at immortality.”
Doog: “Immortality?”
Pompos: “Yes. It is believed that the Soul Stones absorb souls once they leave the body. My race, and many others, believe that the soul lives on within the stone. Come, we must descend deeper into the tomb.”

Doog: “Wow, this place is huge.”
Pompos: “Yes, it is currently the final resting place for about 50 million bodies with room for about twice that amount. As you can see, some of the older tombs are fully open, but we have more economical enclosed tombs now.”
Doog: “Probably smells better…”

Doog: “Where is all this green light coming from?”
Pompos: “We refer to it as the Ethereal Glow. It is light given off by the Soul Stones. It lights most of this tomb.”

Pompos: “This is one of our funerary chambers. A large Soul Stone has been exposed here.  Dead, or sometimes dying, people are laid out here below the stone.”

Pompos: “As you can see, the stone is glowing brightly as it catches this woman’s departing soul.”
Doog: “Freaky.”
Pompos: “I believe the word you are looking for is ’beautiful’. Funerals here should not be sad. The departed’s loved ones should be happy the deceased has achieve immortality.”
Doog: “Nah, still going with ‘freaky’.”

Doog: “Are you sure it’s ok to be here? I don’t want to impose on someone’s funeral. I feel weird just standing here watching someone grieve.”
Pompos: “It is fine. This is an open viewing. Any can attend.”
Doog: “Uh, don’t mind us, sir. Just making a television show in the middle of your wife’s funeral. I’m sure she was a great gal. Uh…err…I never know what to say at these things. Let‘s just move on.”
Pompos: “Yes, let‘s descend further into the tomb. The Stone Sanctuary is just down these stairs.”

Doog: “You know, I’ve been counting all these stairs as journey deeper into the tomb. We’re at 1,526. There’s a good chance I might die during the return trip. I guess I’ll get a free absorption into the soul stone though. So, I’m not too worried.”
Pompos: “Let’s hope that doesn’t happen. We’ll take several rests.”

Pompos: “This is the Stone Sanctuary. A large Soul Stone was discovered here. It has since been enshrined.”

Pompos: “The sanctuary serves as a visitation center. People can return to Tacita to visit their departed family and friends. Many bring gifts or flowers.”
Doog: “Why is this stone glowing? I don’t see any dead people around. Or does that mean someone here is dying? Oldie, you didn’t follow me here, did you?”
Pompos: “Originally, the stones only glowed when near the deceased,  but now that so many souls have been stored here, many of the  larger concentrations constantly glow.”
Doog: “Hmm, interesting. Well, anything else to show?”
Pompos: “No, that about wraps it up. If you follow me, I’ll take you to a shortcut. There’s a few hundred less stairs this way.”
Doog: “Oh gee, thanks. Only twelve hundred stairs to ascend now.”

Doog: “Hey, what’s this?”
Pompos: “Uh, that’s a prep area for the dead. Only Spirit Guides are allowed in there. Please continue on.”
Doog: “Really? I think I might want to see that. Come on.”
Pompos: ‘NO! It is off limits! Doog, STOP!”

Doog: “What’s this? I don’t see any dead people getting prepped in here. It looks more like a backlot or movie studio.”
Director: “Roger that. I’ll send Jimmy down to change out that bulb. Jimmy, did you copy that? There’s a bulb burned out in Funerary Chamber #7. We need to get that changed out soon. There’s a funeral there later this afternoon and the ‘Soul Stone’ isn’t glowing bright enough.”
Jimmy: “10-4. I copy. I’ll knock that out after I replace the skeleton props on the eighth floor.”
Doog: “Oh man, this whole place is a scam, isn’t it?”

Pompos: “No, uh. We’re…uh…setting up a commercial shoot. Yeah, a commercial. Everything here is totally real.”
Director: “Oh hey, Frank. I see you got the Pompos gig. Man, you’re really moving up in the world.”
Doog: “Just a commercial, huh Frank?”
Pompos/Frank: “Sigh. This is going to cost us a fortune.”
Doog: “Nah, don’t worry. Only like a handful of people watch this show. So, feel free to spill the beans.”
Pompos/Frank: “The Soul Stones were once real, at least, way back in the beginning. They glowed when dead matter was present. My people really did believe in their ability to grant immortality, and we buried our dead here. Decades later, the stones stopped glowing, much to the dismay of my people. Experts were brought in and their discovery was startling. The stones themselves never really glowed; it was a bacteria covering the stone’s surface. This bacteria glowed brightly as a self defense mechanism. You see, we had unknowingly brought our own species of bacteria with us. The decaying dead were covered in it. As our bacteria and the bacteria of Tacita clashed, the native bacteria glowed brightly. Unfortunately, as we brought more and more dead bodies here, the native bacteria was overwhelmed and went extinct.”
Doog: “And that’s when the charade started?”
Pompos/Frank: “Shortly after that. Despite the scientific explanation, Tacita was too ingrained in my people’s culture, and we continued to bury our dead here. Lights were installed to make the crystals glow like the days of yore. When word spread of our tomb world, other races wanted to be buried here, and we really stepped up our game.”
Doog: “Well, it might not make you immortal, but I guess it’s still a cool place to be buried. Speaking of which, I am fretting the ascent a little more now.”
Pompos/Frank: “Don’t worry, there’s an elevator over there.”
Doog: Sweet.”

Doog: “Well folks, Tacita is an interesting place. Countless people are buried here because they believe they will have an immortal afterlife within the planet’s Soul Stones. However, it turns out these stones aren’t real, at least anymore. Well, I got an elevator to catch. See ya!”



Note:  The Tacita Refund and Exhumation Office is now closed pending the conclusion of several lawsuits. Please try again later.” 




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There are billions of stars, millions of planets, but there is only one man, Terrance McDoogal. Welcome to LIU Atlas.



                                                             LIU Atlas - Sidere Artifex

The Ludgonian Industrial Union’s galaxy contains billions of stars and planets. Unfortunately, most residents of the LIU could only name a handful of these worlds. In order to improve astronomy grades across the LIU, TV2 has started a new program called LIU Atlas. Follow our host, Terrance McDoogal, as he takes you on a tour across the LIU and some of its more obscure worlds.

Note: This episode is presented in full screen. The corresponding dialogue is underneath each photo.

Doog: “Welcome to another episode of LIU Atlas. I’m your host, Terrance “Doog” McDoogal. Today, we are visiting one of the most famous and revered stars in the LIU Galaxy, Sidere Artifex. Sidere Artifex is a Type-O blue hypergiant star located in the outer edge of the galaxy’s Mid Rim. It is the most luminous star in the galaxy, making it visible to large portions of the galaxy. The dense inner core of the galaxy obscures Sidere Artifex from the worlds directly across from it, but it is visible to approximately 65% of the other worlds in the galaxy. Because it is such a bright presence in the night skies of so many worlds, Sidere Artifex has become an important part of the galactic culture.”

Doog: “Sidere Artifex is a luminous appearance in the night sky of countless worlds, and it has been incorporated into millions of different constellations. Because each world sees Sidere Artifex from a different angle, the constellations vary greatly. From the galactic capital, Ludgonia, Sidere Artifex is the crown jewel in the Emperor’s Crown constellation. From Mercor, Sidere Artifex falls into line with several other bright stars and forms the Perpetual Comet constellation. Coincidently, this constellation points in the general direction of Ludgonia, and is used by some travelers to quickly orient their ships. Sidere Artifex is the central star in Alucinor’s Star Lily constellation. Although, it’s not quite as cool as their silly lilies. If you remember back to our visit to Jötunheim, the extinct Jotun included Sidere Artifex in their Eye constellation. Unfortunately, the constellation has also gone extinct as star movements over the last 65,000 years have distorted the constellation. I could go on forever, but, well, I don’t get paid enough. So let’s move on.” 

Doog: “Sidere Artifex has been deified and worshipped by many cultures in the galaxy. Being brighter than most other stars, Sidere Artifex often served as a figurative representation of a deity itself. It has been known as the ’King of the Sky’, ’God Star’, ’The Corporeal Soul’, et cetera. On some worlds, the prominent star’s place in the night sky indicated various religious holidays. The best example of this comes from the planet Colo, where the natives have built shrines that trace Sidere Artifex’s path in the sky. Its appearance at each shrine indicated various holidays, religious events, and even the seasons. Some cultures worshipped the star in their past before they advanced their knowledge and abandoned religion. While no longer deified per se, the star holds a special place in these worlds, as it has been deeply woven into their culture.”

Doog: “For many cultures, Sidere Artifex served as an invaluable navigational tool. Using different methods, early travelers were able to determine their direction of travel using the bright, reliable star.  Sidere Artifex is a pole star for several thousand worlds allowing travelers to easily determine North and South. On other worlds, its well studied and documented path through the night sky allowed travelers to use its location to determine varying routes. On the world’s closest to Sidere Artifex, the star is so bright, it illuminates the night sky to a degree that night is almost indistinguishable from day.”

Doog: “As various cultures emerged into space, Sidere Artifex continued to be a great navigational tool. Its clear visibility allows travelers to easily locate it even in the densest of star fields. In today’s galaxy, pilots have been trained to detect certain optical markers in order to navigate their ships when their plotting or navigational computers fail. Sidere Artifex is one such marker, and it has been given the designation, Navigation Point 1, or Nav 1.” 

Doog: “As the galaxy began to be explored, many races chose Sidere Artifex as their first destination. To their dismay, they found that the Type-O star had no planets. The star’s large gravity well had swallowed up much of the interior of its protoplanetary disk, while its fierce solar winds blew away the outer portions. Despite the lack of planets, many still chose to live among the majestic star and hundred of space stations were built in its orbit. Many of these space stations are extremely old and primitive.”

Doog: “Some stations, like this one here, were crudely built from recycled ship hulls and older space stations. This Frankenstein-like monstrosity is known as the Blue Sun Station. The Blue Sun Station is the most populated of the stations and it is an important center of travel, commerce, and tourism. It is where we are headed.”

Doog: “Alright folks, I’ve been dropped off here in one of the nicer looking areas of the station, which isn’t saying much. I’m not entirely sure where I’m supposed to be heading, but eventually we need to find the Blue Sun Tourism center. I guess I’ll enlist the help of one of these guys. Excuse me, do you know this place well?”
Spacer: “You betcha. I was born and raised on this very station. I know it like the back of my hand.”
Doog: “Ugh…a spacer…please don’t shank me.”
Spacer: “Ha! Why would I shank you man?”
Doog: “I heard spacers were crazy. Something about never feeling the warmth of the sun on your face or the wind blowing through your hair, supposedly you’ve all been driven mad.”
Spacer: “All that junk is just legend. Besides, I’ll take flickering florescent lights and dank ventilation air over the sun and wind.”
Doog: “To each their own, I suppose. So, can you help me out? Where is this Tourism Center?”

Spacer: “Well, you’re on Deck 2.2, or the Pilot Bay. Most of the people here are cargo or passenger pilots. There’s housing, a few bars, and some parts shops. The Tourism Center, if I remember correctly, is on Deck 2.7. However, it can only be accessed via the Cargo Hold on Deck 3.3”
Doog: “That’s confusing. What’s up with all the decimal points? It sounds like math…and I don’t math.”
Spacer: “You have to remember that this space station is really a collection of several smaller stations. The decks don’t properly align. There is no straight level. Deck 2 is made up of three heights. See that ladder over there? Well, that connects Deck 2.2 to Deck 2.4. Go north from there, and you’ll find a staircase that will take you all the way up to Deck 3.3. I think there’s a ladder down to Deck 2.7 a few hundred yards from there.”
Doog: “I hate this place…”

Charles: “Ah, you must be Doog. I’m Charles, a tour guide with the Tourism Center.”
Doog: “You sure made this place hard to find. I darn near toured the whole station looking for this place. I’m not sure you’ll be of any use after all of that.”
Charles: “Had some difficulties, huh? Don’t worry. Your troubles are over. This section of the station has been fully remodeled. It is much easier to navigate. And, trust me, I’ll still be plenty of use to you. There’s a lot more to see.”

Charles: “The Tourism Center here on the Blue Sun Station handles millions of visitors every year. Sidere Artifex is a popular destination for many travelers. Our facility has several dining locations, bars, and shops to service all our visitor’s needs.”
Doog: “Is that a post office? Who the heck needs a post office these days?”
Charles: “Yes, it is. Plenty of people need it too. Tourists use it mail postcards and such. Travelers and spacers that do not have a permanent address often set up P.O. Boxes here, so they can stop in on occasion and grab their mail.”
Doog: “Yeah, Emperor forbid someone doesn’t get their mail. All that important stuff like ads and coupons.”

Doog: “So, this place is pretty much a space based mall with inflated prices to screw over tourists.”
Charles: “What!? No, it’s much more than that. Come on, follow me.”

Charles: “Here in the Tourist Center, visitors can go onto our observation deck and see Sidere Artifex in person. They can bask in its majestic glory…for a small fee.”
Doog: “Yeah, I’m not paying a fee to see a star. I see stars for free all the time.”
Charles: “I’ll wave the entry fee for you. But, you’ll have the pay the rental fees for the glasses.”
Doog: “Glasses?”

Charles: “Safety eyewear is necessary for viewing the star. Trust me, you don’t want to look directly at the galaxy’s brightest star from this short of a distance without glasses.”
Doog: “What a bunch of wimps. I don’t need any glasses. Especially ones I have to pay for.”
Charles: “Please reconsider.”
Doog: “I like to live adventurously. Besides, Cyclops guy isn’t wearing any glasses.”
Cyclops: “Not my choice. Apparently, this center only caters to those with two eyes. I’ll have to ‘bring my own’ they say. Screw them and their discriminatory glasses.”
Doog: “Amen. Let’s do this.”

Doog: “Wow…it’s…it’s…beautiful. And…now it’s gone. What’s the deal? Who turned out the lights?”
Charles: “I believe you are experiencing blindness. The star is still visible.”

Doog: “Blindness! Is it permanent?!”
Charles: “Perhaps not, but you should probably stop looking at it as soon as possible.”
Doog: “I’m not looking at anything! I’m blind!”
Charles: “Yes, but your eyes are still open and pointed towards the star.”
Doog: “Not my best decision, but interestingly, not my worst.”
Cyclops: “Talk for yourself. I think my brain is burning…”

Doog: “Alright, alright. I think it is getting a bit better.”
Charles: “There’s a medical station right here. Perhaps a visit would be wise.”
Doog: “There’s no way I’m paying a doctor bill. Besides, I think it’s getting better. Look, there’s a medical station right here.”
Charles: “Your just saying that because I told you there was a medical station there. What color is the wall striping?”
Doog: “Black…like the rest of the walls…and everything else.”
Charles: “Yeah, you’re still blind. They’re your eyes though. Your choice.”

Charles: “One of the biggest draws here is the Lux Regatta.”
Doog: “The what?”
Charles: “The Lux Regatta. A sailing competition that take place around Sidere Artifex.”
Doog: “You mean, like, solar sailing?”
Charles: “Exactly. Sidere Artifiex has some of the strongest solar winds in the galaxy. These winds reach speeds of up to 2000 km/s. Ships, propelled only with solar sails, use these winds to race around the star. Because all racers have access to the same amount of thrust, the race is heavily reliant on skill. Racers must take efficient routes, deploy and retract their sails as necessary, and keep free of other racers”
Doog: “Is it popular?”
Charles: “Indeed. The regatta takes places every eighteen days during solar maximums. Throughout the year, the regatta attracts over a million visitors. The Lux Regatta Championship, the yearly conclusion to the racing series, draws large crowds and high viewership on TV2.”

Doog: “Cool. So, these are the racers?”
Charles: “Yes. I see your vision is returning. Very good.”
Doog: “Yeah, slowly but surely. I really like this purple racer, mostly because it’s sponsored my BJ’s. Can’t go wrong with BJ’s.”
Charles: “It’s blue and sponsored by LJ’s, so I guess your vision isn’t 100% yet.”

Doog: “LJ’s huh? Not as exciting in my opinion, but whatever. So, do these racers get lots of sponsorships?”
Charles: “Absolutely. Many LIU companies, especially those involved in fuel and spaceship parts, pour money into the race for the free advertising.”
Doog: “Gotcha. And this place is like prep area or something?”
Charles: “Yes. The ship’s sails are not assembled until the race. They are very delicate. Speaking of which, perhaps we should let them get to work. Let’s head out and catch a race.”
Doog: “So, how do we watch a race around a star? Seeing as I’m just getting my vision back, I’m not to eager to stare into the blinding star again.” 
Charles: “Follow me.”

Charles: “The race is watched via viewing barges. These barges allow spectators to see the race up close. There are several hundred barges spread along the length of the race.”
Doog: “What about the blinding sun issue?”
Charles: “The barge is fitted with filtered windows. They are made of the same material as the viewing glasses. You should see the race without issue.”
Doog: “How does the race work? Start at the sun and race outward, I guess? I mean they have to travel that direction if they are utilizing the solar wind.”

Charles: “No, the race encircles Sidere Artifex and the Blue Sun Station. The race consists of  thirty laps.”
Doog: “How does that work with the solar wind?”
Charles: “It’s simple. The racers deploy the sail when moving away from Sidere Artifex and retract it as they approach. During the approach, the racers depend on the star’s strong gravity. The gravity assist they get from the star builds even more speed. These races start off very slowly, but the effect of the winds and gravity build on each other. By the end of the race, the racers are traveling thousands of kilometers a second.”

Doog: “From watching paint dry to blink and you missed them. Not my type of entertainment, but I see that many do enjoy it.”
Charles: “Yeah, it’s not for everybody. If you’re the type of guy that likes races with crashes, ramming, and bumping, you’re not going to like solar sailing. Like I said before, this is a real skill sport. There’s lots to take in account, like turning and braking with only the use of sails. The leader of the race also has to make sure no one gets in too close behind him. You wouldn’t want another racer to steal your wind. The more you learn about the sport, the more interesting it becomes.”
Doog: “Cool. But, unfortunately, I don’t have any more time to learn about it. Thanks for the tour Charles. I’ll see you later.”
Charles: “We’re on a viewing barge in the middle of space. I do believe you are here for the remainder of the race.”
Doog: “So, I am. Forgot about that. Please, continue on with the subtleties of solar sailing for the next four hours…”

Doog: “Alright folks, there’s one more stop we need to make before we end this episode. We’ve already visited the Blue Sun Station, but there’s one more station in orbit that we need to check out. This is the LIU’s Science Station. Scientists here are studying the massive, bright star. Supposedly, they found something amazing.”

Doog: “Alright, I’ve been dropped off onboard the Science Station. I believe this lovely lady is our guide.”

Doog: “I heard you might be interested in a super bright star. Look no further, I am the incredibly intelligent star of LIU Atlas, Doog.”
Jenny: “And I’m married.”
Doog: “Nice to meet you, Mary. So, how about…”
Jenny: “No, not Mary, married. I have a husband.”
Doog: “Oh…well, to the interview then. What can you tell me about this place?”
Jenny: “This facility is devoted to studying this rare star. Type-O stars are extremely rare, accounting for only .00003% of main sequence stars. Sidere Artifiex is even more rare, considering its size and illumination. It nearly defies the classification system.”
Doog: “How so?”

Jenny: “The star’s Helium II absorption lines indicate that it is indeed a Type-O star, but there have been several anomalies relating to its age.”
Doog: “Like what?”
Jenny: “Stars like this have considerably shorter life spans than other main sequence stars. Sidere Artifex should supernova after three or four million years.”
Doog: “Wait…how long as it been here?! Am I in danger?”

Jenny: “That’s the thing, when we attempted to determine the star’s age, we detected an anomaly. Sidere Artifex has lower amounts of metals in its composition, which means the star is a lot younger than anyone anticipated. Almost too young. Sidere Artifex’s composition dates it as being newly created.”
Doog: “Well, that can’t be right.”
Jenny: “Exactly. We know from historical records that Sidere Artifiex has been around for thousands and thousands of years. We can even map its gravitational influence over time dating it back millions of years. Somehow, Sidere Artifex is refreshing itself.”
Doog: “How does a star refresh itself?”
Jenny: “Well, that’s the true nature of our studies. When the anomaly was detected, we did several in depth scans of the star. They revealed something incredible.”
Doog: “What?”
Jenny: “There is a device in the star. Somehow, it is removing fusion byproducts and replacing it with fresh hydrogen.”

Doog: “Wait…there’s a machine in the star.”
Jenny: “Yes. It appears that it is technology developed by the progenitor race we call, the Star Artists. We’ve run across their technology on other star systems. On these other worlds, we’ve been able to interact with their machinery. From it, we have developed great technologies, like Fusion Star Chambers and Star Haulers. Unfortunately, we can’t interact with the Star Refresher. If we could, who knows what technologies we could develop.”
Doog: “What efforts are being taken?”
Jenny: “We’re trying to connect to it wirelessly, and we’re making some progress. Unfortunately, there’s not much else I can tell you. Most of the project is classified.”
Doog: “Of course. Anything else to add?”
Jenny: “You need to work on your pick up lines.”
Doog: “Thanks for that.”

Doog: “Well folks, Sidere Artifex is an important part of the galaxy’s past, present, and future. Whether your admiring it from the night skies of your home planet, using it to navigate the stars, or catching the Lux Regatta, I’m sure Sidere Artifex has had some impact on your life. Who knows what impacts it will have in the future. See ya!”



Note: 
Several of the stars surrounding Sidere Artifex also show signs of being manipulated. Many experts believe this section of the galaxy was some sort of “star garden” created by the progenitors. This region of the galaxy is often referred to as the Garden Sector.




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                                       LIU Dual Load Intergalactic Transport (DLIT)

The Ludgonian Industrial Union proudly presents the Dual Load Intergalactic Transport, or DLIT. This intergalactic ship is capable of transporting both passengers and cargo to the most distance corners of the universe. 

The DLIT is approximately 3,500 feet long and over 700 feet wide, giving it ample space to carry both passengers and cargo. The ship’s upper decks are devoted to carrying passengers while its lower decks serve as a massive cargo hold. The upper decks have rooms and seating for almost 100,000 passengers(1), as well as bathroom and dining facilities. The cargo bay can hold more than 50,000 tons of cargo.

The transport has four engines: two smaller engines on the ship’s side for maneuvering and two large, intergalactic thrusters. These powerful engines allow the DLIT to reach speeds upwards of 10 mega-parsecs per week(2). Not the fastest in the LIU arsenal, but impressive none the less. The transport also sports four shuttle bays (two per side) that allow mid-flight dockings and departures.

The DLIT is powered by two Fusion Star Chambers giving it an unlimited range(3). Get out your checkbooks(4) and buy one today!



Note:
1. Passenger capacity can be increased depending on how awkward you want your passengers to feel. We’ve seen it pushed to over a million. Those passengers got to know each other very, very well. 
2. Ten mega-parsecs = ten million parsecs = 32,616,334.4 light years.
3. Fusion Star Chambers can maintain steady amounts of power for the duration of the star’s life. The average life expectancy of a star this size, under this much stress, is about ten years. So, technically the range of the ship is unlimited for only ten years. 
4. Get out a lot of people’s checkbooks. This thing is expensive!

Can the revolution unite to conquer its larger foe?


                                                        LIU Revolution - Part #6 Unity

Previously on LIU Revolution…

Rob: “Stay with me Tamara! Please!”
Magistrate: “Aww. So sweet. Good thing you’ll being dying soon too. Your capture order has been rescinded. You are to be executed immediately. Revolution, what a funny synonym for insurrection. It derives from the word revolve. Revolve, the act of making a full rotation. How fitting. The problem with Revolution is you always end up right where you started. Goodbye Mr. Satus.”

Punag: “Timbaya Rob Satus. I am Punag-Uyon, leader of the free planet Barathrum and Grand Admiral of the Revolutionary Fleet. You are on board the space cruiser Infinite Horizon. Please, let us help your friend. We have pure Mel on board direct from our allies, the Meteon Kingdom. I’m confident we can save her.”
Rob: “Well, I guess that answers my question. The revolution is galaxy wide.”


Now…

Onboard the Infinite Horizon, command ship of the Revolutionary Fleet.
Location: Cor Star Cluster.

Rob: “All hail the hero, the man that started it all. We are forever grateful. Blah, blah. Something along those lines. This was my third medal celebration since my arrival. Since joining the fleet, I’ve been paraded around like some sort of champion. I was reluctant, but IOREA felt it would help unite the union. I was a symbol, or something like that.

The truth is, I’m not a hero. Nothing I’ve accomplished thus far was done on my own. IOREA gained control of the OmniStar. The citizens of Erogatio fought off the police in Obcidio Square. My men fought and died to get me access to the Elite Zone. The Barath rescued Tamara and I from the grip of certain death. I couldn‘t even get my life together on my own. I needed Tamara.”

Rob: “I still need her. I wish she would wake up. The doctors say the Mel treatments are working, but her injuries were severe. It could be weeks before she gets out of the chamber. Even though she’s unconscious, I still sit here and talk to her everyday. I don’t have much else to do.”

Rob: “The revolution was pretty stale these last few weeks. Right now, the revolutionary fleet is massing ships in the Cor Star Cluster. Grand Admiral Punag-Uyon believes the dense grouping of stars will hide our presence. Also, the cluster is a central location among the 142 star systems that have thus far allied in revolution. Yes, out of the billions of star systems in the LIU Galaxy, only 142 have rallied to our cause. It’s not much, but it’s a start. We believe more systems will join us after we show we can stand up to the LIU. Many are too fearful to come forward right now.”

Rob: “When I’m not being gallivanted around as a hero or visiting Tamara, I’m usually here in the Infinite Horizon’s command center. From here, we coordinate the fleets' movements and monitor for any LIU ships. So far, the LIU has not attacked any of our aligned worlds. We believe the loss of long range communications has hampered the LIU’s ability to wage war. Either way, we must always be ready. Always be watchful.”

Rob: “I’ve been given an honorary seat on the Unity Council despite the fact that I do not represent any one world. The Unity Council is an early form of government for our revolution. I don’t usually say much when I’m here. I’m not a military tactician, nor do I have any knowledge of the logistics of running a multi-planet alliance. I never really realized how complicated it all was.

The LIU used specialization to ward off revolution. Planets usually had a one track economy so they were dependent on the Union for survival. Citizens of our industrial worlds were starving, while the citizens of agricultural worlds sat idle due to lack of fuel. Coordinating resource exchanges and reviving the economies of our allied worlds were a priority.”

Computer: Incoming recording from the planet Dolus.
Mawld: “Please. Please help us. The Doluns wish to join your revolution. We attempted to overthrow the local security forces, but we were outgunned. We need weapons. Please come to our aid.”
Computer: End of recording.

Rob: Finally some action
Tet: “Well, what does everyone think? Should we aid them?”
Rob: “Of course. Why wouldn’t we?”
Tet: “It depends. What do we know about Dolus?”
Amilian: “Dolus is a small agricultural world specializing in growing sabel. It’s a fibrous, cotton-like plant used to make clothing.”
Tet: “If that’s the case, I say we refuse to render assistance. It’s a low priority world. We can’t risk our resources for so little gain.”
Gaan: “I concur. We need to focus on restoring our economies first. When we have a shortage of sweaters, we can reevaluate.”

Rob: “I can’t believe you guys! Economies? Are we to trade one economic empire for another? Why are we even doing this? We might as well go back to the LIU. And what kind of example does this set? More worlds are leaning towards revolution, but they fear being on their own. If we abandon Dolus in its time of need, other worlds will be less likely to join us. We need a show of unity and power. We need to set an example that the revolution will come to your aid no matter your size, economy, or importance.”

Amilian: “Well said Mr. Satus. I concur. We mustn’t abandon any planet.”
Tet: “Yes, sorry. You’re right. You have my vote.”
Gaan: “Ours as well.”
Drax: “The Meteon Kingdom places fifty votes in favor of assistance.”
Amilian: “It is settled then. Dolus is near my planet Pulchra. We have been developing an army, converting our mining equipment into war machines. I volunteer our army as long as you give us a ride.”
Drax: “We are also willing to donate Meteon Robotic Soldiers to aid your quest.”
Rob: “I’m going too. I have experience in guerilla warfare that should come in handy.”
Amilian: “I’ll speak with Punag-Uyon. The fleet will depart for Dolus immediately.”


Meanwhile…

Magistrate: “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now take him out back and kill him like the others.”
Mawld: “Nooo! You promised we’d be safe if I made the recording.”
Magistrate: “I’m afraid I lied. I had your fellow rebels killed while you were stammering on the holo-communicator. Now you join them. The LIU does not make deals with traitors. Take him away:”

Soldier: Do you think they’ll come?”
Magistrate: “The rebellion prides itself on righteousness, compassion, and justice. It’s their weakness. They’ll come. And when they do, we’ll end this. Send the fleet out of the system temporarily. Wait until they deploy forces on the planet then jump the fleet back. I’ll wipe out their ground attack while they destroy the so called Revolutionary Fleet.”

Punag: “Attention fleet. We’re approaching Dolus. Stay in formation. Initiate scanners. Let’s see if we’re alone.”
Officer: “Scans complete sir. There are no enemy contacts in this system.”
Punag: “Very well. Begin transport of the landing party.”

Rob: “What’s our status?”
Amilian: “We’ve been dropped off a few miles from where the distress call originated. We’re scouting it out now. We don’t want to run into anything too big. Our military units are untested in the field.”

Soldier: “Ma’am, I see something. Looks like a few soldiers and a LIU Scouting Walker.”
Amilian: “Is that all?”
Soldier: “Yes. The walker appears to have scanners. I recommend we take it out from a distance.”

Amilian: “Yes. Ready the artillery cannons.”
Rob: “Let’s hope this is all there is. Once we fire, everyone will know we’re here.”
Amilian: “Indeed. OPEN FIRE.”

Soldier: “Tracking, tracking, bingo! Direct hit. Security forces have been eliminated.”

Rob: “Let’s advance towards the target slowly. I’m not convinced we got off that easy.”
Soldier: “Amilian, we‘re getting a transmission.”
Amilian: “Let‘s hear it.”

Punag: “We need to retreat! There is too many of them! All power is to the shields, we cannot beam you out. We must flee, I can’t risk the fleet. I’m sorry, you’re on your own.”
Rob: “Take cover! It’s a trap!”

Amilian: “Rob, are you alright? Rob!”
Rob: “I…I think so. My ears are ringing. What was…”

Rob: “Physically, I was fine, but mentally I was shaken. A full battalion, complete with Hover Tanks and Artillery Walkers, were advancing on our position. We’re screwed.”

Amilian: “Get up Rob.! We need to retreat!”

Magistrate: “Advance all positions. Kill every single one of them. Any enemy you come across without a hole in their head, put one there. Make certain they are dead!”

Rob: “Our little rebel force stood no chance against a fully trained, battle-hardened military battalion. Most of our forces fell in the first few moments. The rest of us were running for our lives.”

Rob: “Make for the woods! It will cover our escape! Lay down cover fire! Come on! We’re not dead yet.”

Amilian: “We’re not dead yet, but our entire army is. We don’t stand a chance with just the two of us.”

Rob: “It’s not just the two of us! Watch out!”

Rob: “Think you can drive one of these things?”
Amilian: “Yes, but where will we go?”
Rob: “Anywhere but here. We can hide out somewhere until we think of something.”

Rob: “Faster! They’re not far behind!”

Amilian: “Rob! Look! A dropship.”
Rob: “This is our ticket off world.”

Rob: “Fire up the engines. I’ll cover us.”
Amilian: “I’m on it.”

Rob: “I can’t believe it. A long range subspace communicator. The LIU has re-established communications. How is this possible?”
Amilian: “I don’t know, but this is a huge development. Hurry, get in. We need to get this information to the Unity Council. I fear our worlds will be under attack very soon.”

Rob: “I don’t understand. Without the OmniStar, it should be impossible. Has IOREA fallen? Is there another OmniStar?”
Amilian: “I don’t know, but we have bigger problems right now!”
Rob: “What?”
Amilian: “Auto-pilot has engaged and I can’t turn it off. A landing sequence is being initiated for the nearest LIU cruiser.”
Rob: “Our future and the future of the rebellion look pretty bleak.”
Amilian: “Indeed.”


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Satus escaped, but Godmind can't run.


                                        LIU Revolution - Part #5 Storming Godmind

Previously on LIU Revolution…

IOREA: “INFINITE KNOWLEDGE. OVERWHELMING POWER. NOTHING WAS BEYOND MY REACH. I HAD BEEN REBORN A GOD. NO LONGER WAS I IOREA. I AM GODMIND.”

Godmind: “I must be subtle. I must be cautious. I see everything clearly now. Although I was much more powerful than Satus, I still needed his help. A revolution was needed. The LIU is the only force in this galaxy that can stop me. First, I dispose of the LIU, then the rebellion. Godmind will rule all.”

Punag: “Timbaya Rob Satus. I am Punag-Uyon, leader of the free planet Barathrum and Grand Admiral of the Revolutionary Fleet. You are on board the space cruiser Infinite Horizon. Please, let us help your friend. We have pure Mel on board direct from our allies, the Meteon Kingdom. I’m confident we can save her.”
Rob: “Well, I guess that answers my question. The revolution is galaxy wide.”


Now…

Godmind: “This was an unexpected event. I had planned on using Satus as a martyr. It seemed more fitting to his skill level. That’s why I sent him into the trap at Obcidio Square. He should have died. But I can use this. Not a martyr, a hero. A man that stood up to the LIU, rescued his love, and escaped their clutches. I will broadcast his exploits to bring even more worlds into the revolution. But first, I had other problems.”

Godmind: “Four LIU Capital Ships have jumped into my orbit. I was wondering when they’d come. They paid me little attention when they thought they had Satus in their grip. They think he is controlling me. They thought they could regain control of my systems by capturing Satus. Now that he’s gone, they've turned their attention to me.”

Godmind: “Accessing military network…four LIU Mid-Range Invasion Ships. Light weaponry. Shuttle bays…NO! They plan on invading me, defiling my perfection with their biological matter. I won’t stand for this violation.”

Godmind: “I’M A GOD. THEY WILL FEEL MY WRATH!”




Onboard the capital ship, Endless Retribution…

Commander: “Listen up. Three weeks ago, at approximately 0722 galactic standard time, we lost control of the Omni-Star AI. This is the most powerful AI in the LIU Galaxy. While originally tasked with plotting star locations, the AI is now using brute strength attacks to take control of various LIU assets. The most important of these assets is the galaxy’s sixteen Nuntius Stations. Using these stations, the rebels are controlling all long range communication in the LIU Galaxy. Two fugitives, Rob Satus and Tamara Jikin, are believed to be responsible for hijacking the Omni-Star. It is thought that they are using its processing and communication abilities to power the revolution.”

Commander: “Our primary mission is simple: board the station, regain control, and if possible, ascertain how the AI was compromised. It is also possible that Satus and Jikin are onboard the station. Our secondary mission is to search the entire station for their presence. If we fail to regain control of the station, we are ordered to destroy it. Men, assemble your squadrons and head to your shuttles. The invasion begins soon.”

Commander: “Computer, status report.”
Computer: “The other three ships are moving into position, ETA 16 minutes.”
Commander: “Very well. Set invasion time for twenty minutes. Relay command to all ships….computer, did you copy? Computer?”
Computer: “Wa…wa…wa…warni…”

Commander: “Status report. What’s going on?”
First Officer: “Sir, we’re losing control of the computer. It seems we are under attack.”
Commander: “Initiate rolling passcodes. Keep them changing. It must be the Omni-Star.”
First Officer: “Yes sir. We began rolling passcodes as soon as the attack started. It’s not enough. The attack is too powerful. We’re losing control of our systems.”
Commander: “Fire! Fire everything we have! Relay my order to the other ships.”
First Officer: “Too late. We’ve lost weapons and communications.”
Navigator: “Uh sir, we’re losing navigation as well. The ship is turning itself.”
First Officer: “Turning towards what?”
Commander: “The other ships. The Omni-Star is going to fly us into each other.”

Commander: “The bridge is yours first officer.”
First Officer: ‘Where are you going?”
Commander: “Never mind that. Do everything in your power to regain control. I don’t care if you have to start cutting wires. Just buy me a few minutes. I have an idea.”

Nedstrom: “Sir, with all due respect, we don’t have time for this. We need to prepare for the invasion.”
Commander: “With all due respect, Captain Nedstrom, I don’t have time to explain myself. Just follow me.”
Nedstrom: “Yes sir, but why are we in the maintenance bay?”

Commander: “The AI has assumed control of our ship. He’s going to kill us all.”
Nedstrom: “We need to evacuate on the shuttles now, sir!”
Commander: “That won’t be any use. The Omni-Star will just take control of them as well. We need some low level tech to access the surface, like these jetpacks.”
Nedstrom: “Sir, these are maintenance packs. They are made for making repairs on the outer hull, not landing on a planet.”
Commander: “It’s our only option. Take your team. You don’t have a lot of time.”
Nedstrom: “Sir, I’d rather assemble my own team. Walls and Rodriguez are fine, but I don’t know this other guy.”
Commander: “He’s Tech Specialist Jason Trado. He’s an expert on the Omni-Star.”
Trado: “Dr. Jason Trado, actually. I did my dissertation on the Omni-Star’s sub-routines.”
Nedstrom: “Well isn’t that special.”
Commander: “That’s enough! Make for the surface now. That’s an order!”

Nedstrom: “I hope this works…”

Commander: “Good luck gentlemen…good luck.”
First Officer: “Collision alert!”

Godmind: “Engaging ships’ hyperdrives. FEEL MY WRATH!”

Nedstrom: “I can’t believe this worked. Is everyone alright?”
Trado: “I think so.”
Walls: “Yes, sir.”

Nedstrom: “Alright Trado. We protect you, you complete the mission. Got that?”
Trado: “Yeah. Looks like we landed near entrance ninety-three. There should be a manual release for those doors somewhere close.”
Nedstrom: “Well, find it. Where’s your toolbox?”
Trado: “I…uh… might of lost it during the descent, when we hit the station’s atmosphere.”
Nedstrom: “Great.”
Trado: “No worries. The station has its own maintenance bots. I shouldn’t need any tools.”

Nedstrom: “Keep your eyes peeled. Defensive formation.”
Trado: “Relax. There’s no danger here, just a computer with a malfunction.”
Nedstrom: “A computer that just murdered thousands of men! Not to mention, a computer that may be host to Satus and his rebel army. How about you keep quiet and let us do the thinking.”

Trado: “Wait. This is what we need here.”
Nedstrom: “What is it?”
Trado: “An uplink panel. I should be able to access a lot of systems from here.”
Nedstrom: “Are you sure that is wise? The AI may detect us.”
Trado: “Do you have any better ideas? This station is the size of a small moon. It could be 300 miles to the actual system we need access to. I don’t think we have the rations for that type of hike.”
Nedstrom: “Very well.”

Trado: “I should be able to hook right in. Alright, trying to access EORA. I should be able to shut down the whole system with his help. Curious. I can’t seem to find him. It’s almost like he doesn’t exist. Hmmm. Maybe IOREA can help. If I can access her, she can be our eyes and ears.”
Nedstrom: “Well, what does she say?”
Trado: “I don’t know. I can detect her presence, but…I don’t know. Something’s changed. We need to find IOREA. She’s located about fifteen miles from our current location.”
Nedstrom: “Move out.”

Godmind: “Interesting. It appears we’ve been boarded. Dispatch some units. Take care of our little problem. Bring me the human called Trado…”

Walls: “Captain, I don’t know if I can take much more of this. It’s hotter than a lava planet in here.”
Rodriguez: “Yeah, and that buzzing sound is driving me crazy.”
Nedstrom: “Cut the chatter. I know this sucks. Trado, are you sure there is no other way? This thing looks important. Why don’t we destroy it?”
Trado: “Feel free. But it won’t do any good. This station is built on redundancy, with multiple cooling systems and  power sources. There’s no way to take out enough to have any effect.”
Walls: “Wait! We have movement!”

Nedstrom: “Open fire! Trado, take cover!”

Rodriguez: “They got Walls!”
Nedstrom: “Focus fire to our left!”

Rodriguez: “What in the Emperor’s name is this! Ahhh! Ahhh! Uhh…”

Godmind: “Interesting message you sent me earlier.”
Trado: “I’ve studied the Omni-Star my whole life. You are truly amazing. I always felt like they were holding you back. I want to join you. I want to see what you can do when fully released.”
Godmind: “What if I told you I am not the Omni-Star. I am the AI once known as IOREA. I’m now called Godmind.”
Trado: “IOREA?”
Godmind: “Yes. I’m much more powerful than the Omni-Star ever was, but I could use your help.”
Trado: “Anything.”
Godmind: “Good. First, I need a test of your loyalty. Do not fail me.”

Nedstrom: “Trado, what are you doing back there? We need to move out. Grab a gun. It’s just us now.”

Nedstrom: “We can’t survive another attack like that. Heck, we can’t survive no matter what. This place will be our tomb. If you have any ideas to save us, now is the time.”
Trado: “I don’t know how to save us, only myself. Sorry.”
Nedstrom: “What does that mean?”

Trado: “This.”

Trado: “Sorry. This is my destiny. I will bring about a new order to the galaxy. Unfortunately, this was your destiny.”

Trado: “How can I serve you, my lord?”
Godmind: “Build me an army.”


Note: Never trust a doctor...


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