<< BACK TO RS001 LOG Havion had been a major trading post and now it was a giant cloud in space. It's funny how beautiful it was at a distance, but from within it's more or less a haze of debris. Their geothermal engineering had reached deep into the planet's core when they made a fatal discovery. Havion wasn't a planet, it was an egg, and they hatched it; or at least that's the way I interpreted it. Maybe it was a clutch of eggs or some kaiju from another dimension, it doesn't matter now, whatever it was is gone and so is Havion. The monolith we had picked up was another messenger beacon more or less like the first one we found, it decanted the story in bits through our nearly-human-shaped Nalmykian friends. I doubt they have the grape-vine problem us earthlings do, but maybe they were different enough to have something lost in translation. I have no idea how long The Protectorate of Nalmyke had been out of contact with their progenitors. We hadn't had contact with The Revengerists, either - 188 days, maybe 200. I'm not even sure our systems are synced with earth-time. Morning is when you wake up and night is when you go to sleep and there isn't much more to it than that. The Monolith has a plan, but I guess this sort of nano-tech has no means of propulsion to act on it on it's own. There's a nearby rogue planet - a planet without a star wandering through space - known as The Black Hole. Whoever was there had a dark sense of humor, I don't think our alien friends were capable of joking on their own. We charted yet another course through the cosmos in search of more nothingness. Space seemed so exciting when I was young, but after all this time trapped with less than a dozen people I was tired of the "final frontier." At least back home we had Greys, Kyptonians, Misstress Hammeats and other denizens of the Butter Nebula, and of course whatever Dr Tasty was. But out here there was more nothing than usual. Just a bread-crumb trail of grey goo scenarios. Hopefully this is leading somewhere.