WORKING THREAD - for "A Klingon, A Vogon, and A Time Lord.."
Apr 12, 2015 10:51:26 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 10:51:26 GMT -6
This is the place to coordinate, discuss, and comment on the above mentioned collaborative story thread. New writers post here first to introduce your character to the rest of the writers. We will also be thrashing out the plots and stories here before they unfold there, to assure coherence.
A synopsis of the story line, as culled from the actual story thread:
In the swirling mass that is an average spiral galaxy, there are many currents. There is an ebb and flow, there are eddies and whirlpools, and the occasional logjam and the inevitable falls. There are few - if any - spiral galaxies more average than the Milky Way galaxy, home to a species known as "humans", among a plethora of other species both known and unknown.
Out at the edge of the space known to humans, there floats a space station. It amounts to less than a speck in the galaxy's eye - much less! - and orbits a supremely ordinary planet in a spectacularly ordinary star system in a barely known quadrant of human space populated paradoxically by very few humans and a vast quantity of not-humans. The space station, floating here in the shiny blackness of nothingness, snuggling in to an entirely unknown vastness beyond itself, is in reality the cutting edge of the advance of, if not exactly "civilization", then perhaps yet another of those ebbs and flows of movement that civilizations are known for. Perhaps even two - or more! - of those movements in competition and heading in opposite directions. that is, after all, what currents sometimes do.
It is an extraordinarily ordinary place - and may, at times, even sit in some need of repair.
Only Time will tell... and Time may not be in a talking mood at any given instant. it's all relative, I suppose.
A synopsis of the story line, as culled from the actual story thread:
In the swirling mass that is an average spiral galaxy, there are many currents. There is an ebb and flow, there are eddies and whirlpools, and the occasional logjam and the inevitable falls. There are few - if any - spiral galaxies more average than the Milky Way galaxy, home to a species known as "humans", among a plethora of other species both known and unknown.
Out at the edge of the space known to humans, there floats a space station. It amounts to less than a speck in the galaxy's eye - much less! - and orbits a supremely ordinary planet in a spectacularly ordinary star system in a barely known quadrant of human space populated paradoxically by very few humans and a vast quantity of not-humans. The space station, floating here in the shiny blackness of nothingness, snuggling in to an entirely unknown vastness beyond itself, is in reality the cutting edge of the advance of, if not exactly "civilization", then perhaps yet another of those ebbs and flows of movement that civilizations are known for. Perhaps even two - or more! - of those movements in competition and heading in opposite directions. that is, after all, what currents sometimes do.
It is an extraordinarily ordinary place - and may, at times, even sit in some need of repair.
Only Time will tell... and Time may not be in a talking mood at any given instant. it's all relative, I suppose.
