Galaxy Gossip - Rumors, Lies and News from Around the Milky Way

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Galaxy Gossip
Rumors, Lies and News from Around the Milky Way

[I came across a what I thought was a clever idea over at a forum for another space game. The idea is to have a running thread where anyone can contribute little stories about stuff going on in the game's galaxy. As the title suggest, any story you submit does not have to be true. It can be, but it can also just be completely made-up about any topic you want, as long as it relates to Elite's gameplay galaxy. Feel free to add your own contribution! Just keep it short, like in a gossip column. I wrote a quick piece to get things started.

*Interesting fact: I created the header image using the StarryAI image generator. I touched it up a bit here and there, but it came out pretty good! :D]




Indigestion in Hyades

It’s time for another foray into the latest gossip around the galaxy!

Monsieur Claux’s latest venture in galactic cuisine, Maison des Etoiles, has the trendy Bottego Base in Hyades Sector HR-W d1-59 jumping. It would seem that the celebrated chef has enlivened the jaded palates of culinary commanders with a dish known simply as Stella Stew. Intrigued, I took an Apex shuttle out there, something I will be writing off as a business expense, to give it a try.

Maison des Etoiles is typical Claux: darkly cozy with a Bubble sophistication. The clientele is not the sort you would find moving cargo canisters in Bottego Base’s many hangars. I was shown a little table for one near a viewport that glittered with the lights of nearby Ngobe Tower. I ordered the culinary cause celebre and sipped a Dirty Hydrogen Martini as I waited.

The dish arrived in a rather understated white bowl, bumbling with pockets of steam that conveyed a spicy aroma. I tasted it with some trepidation. Delicious! Chef Claux has done it again! I requested to speak to my host to see if I could glean something of his wonderful concoction.

Chef Claux, a slim individual with an impish grin set framed by a goatee, joined me at the table. I got to the point: what makes this dish so special? Claux seemed to blush a bit, whether out of modesty or taking offense at my prying into his kitchen I could not tell, and offered “a bit of this, a bit of that, and a good vegetable stock!” It was also a stock answer. With a polite bow, Claux nodded his farewell and returned to the kitchen.

It is here, dear reader, where the story takes an unexpected turn. After I had collected my gear from the coat check and was waiting for the intra-station shuttle to arrive, I felt an unfamiliar object in my flight jacket's pocket. When I took it out, it appeared to be a photo of what some of my more savvy friends told me was a damaged Thargoid sensor being examined, and collected?, by...somebody.

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I confess to having an upset stomach that night, whether due to the food, the flight home or the photo, I could not tell you.

Until next time, dear readers!

 
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("Space Pirate" Image made with NightCafe AI)

The bits of data that can be found drifting through the cold cosmos can make for entertaining reading. - The Gossiping Cat


//openchat/server/013414:13331
//notrace.dos.com
//setcrypt:epsilon
//tabindex.meta.secure
//Timestamp: 3307.07.18


G0ld D0ubl00ns: Heads up mateys! We got a whale moving metas in the Gkutat region! Gonna head out there tonight. Try my luck.
800ty: Last tip you had got us had us chasing spacedust for a week. I should have deep-sixed you for that.
Parro7: Yeah. Deep-sixed! LOLZ
G0ld D0ubl00ns: The info was good. Not my problem if you couldn’t find the stuff. This info is good too. Got the dope from a reliable source over at Beltrami Prospect.
800ty: It’s not your idiot GF again, is it?
G0ld D0ubl00ns: She’s not an idiot! Mostly.
Parro7: Mostly. LOLZ
800ty: You go first.
Parro7: You first. LOLZ
G0ld D0ubl00ns: OMW


//End Session


//openchat/server/013414:13331
//notrace.dos.com
//setcrypt:epsilon
//tabindex.meta.secure
//Timestamp: 3307.07.19



G0ld D0ubl00ns: I nearly harpooned that whale.
800ty: You found him?
G0ld D0ubl00ns: Sure did.
800ty: Let me guess. He got away.
Parro7: Yeah. Got away. LOLZ
G0ld D0ubl00ns: Shut up Parro7! He did get away. I got a good tether on him but he has some piloting chops. He slipped the leash and high-waked out. But I think I know where he is going. Gonna wait for him there.
800ty: You do that.
Parro7: Do that. LOLZ


//End Session


//openchat/server/013414:13331
//notrace.dos.com
//setcrypt:epsilon
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//Timestamp: 3307.08.02



800ty: You ‘round, <G0ld D0ubl00ns>? Been quiet.
Parro7: Quiet! ROFL
800ty: …


//End Session


//openchat/server/013414:13331
//notrace.dos.com
//setcrypt:epsilon
//tabindex.meta.secure
//Timestamp: 3308.03.14


G0ld D0ubl00ns: Did I miss anything?
800ty: He lives! I thought you were gobbled up by a Tharg. Where you’ve been?
Parro7: Chomp Chomp! LOL
G0ld D0ubl00ns: Remember that whale I told you about? Well, I found him.
800ty: What happened?
G0ld D0ubl00ns: He shot my Viper to hell and back! Those Pilot Fed boys can fight.
Parro7: News alert LOLZ
G0ld D0ubl00ns: Shut it Parro7! Next thing I know I’m drifting in the void in my escape pod. No cargo and down a ship!
800ty: That sux man.
G0ld D0ubl00ns: Worst part is that he scoops my pod and deposits me at some station S&R who turns me over to the nickers ! For the last few months I’ve been breaking rocks on some frozen moon “working off” my bounties. What a joy.
Parro7: SNH LOLZ
800ty: Whatever doesn’t kill ya, right?
G0ld D0ubl00ns:FML
Parro7: STBY XOXO LOL
800ty: Hit me up on <//PRIV/Channel 71> I’ll put you in touch with a ship broker for a deal.
G0ld D0ubl00ns: THX


//End Session
 
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The legal notices section of any news publication can be a rich source of information. This tidbit was spotted in The Apollo Daily, a news site based in New Apollo City. - The Gossiping Cat 🐱


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Let it be know that the following individual has petitioned the Superior Court of New Apollo City for a legal name change [1229a. NAPSC §1225(b)(2)(C)]:

Section I - General Information
1. Name (currently on record): Subject D-2
2. Birth Date Month Day Year: [REDACTED]
3. Contact Information
Comm ID: [REDACTED]
Current Hypernet Email [REDACTED]
5. Type of change (check one) X Name Address Both
6. Effective date of change: IMMEDIATE

Section II - Updated Information
New Name: Subject R-2

Section III - Affidavit
I declare and affirm that the statements above are true, complete, and correct. I understand that any false or misleading information in, or in connection with, my application or this notification may be cause for denial or loss of licensure and may result in criminal prosecution.

xSubject D-2 (Seo Jin-ae)
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The Man with the Plan (and Antibiotics)

Hartsfield Settlement
is an unremarkable little orbital outpost orbiting a blue gas giant in the HIP 42214. It's governing faction, Ryders of the Void, hit a snag during recent expansion efforts when an epidemic of White Dwarf Wheeze, a respiratory illness, began to strike down critical workers. While easily treated, the advanced medicines necessary had been scarce in the area in recent days. "We're an extraction economy," remarked Ryders' chief communication director Alan Fresewitz, "so it is not something HIP 42214 can just whip up when needed. We just don't have that type of equipment or expertise." Out of desperation, Ryders put an open order for a shipment of the antibiotics on the station's job board but was soon disappointed with the lack of interest. "The darn request was sitting there for weeks with no takers. It seems no one was interested in hunting down the medicine," added Fresewitz.

As cases mounted, Ryders of the Void began to contemplate putting their expansion effort on hold but that was when help arrived. "The job order was taken late one night, which raised all our hopes," said Fresewitz. "But those hope were soon dashed when the commander who took the job disappeared for quite some time. No communications from him. Nothing! We thought we'd been had," added Fresewitz.

Fortunately for Ryders, they had not. Fresewitz said that he was summoned to the loading docks late one night when a commotion was reported at Pad 13. "'You better get down here!' I was told by the foreman. I thought there was a fire or something. But when I got out there, I saw a Keelback unloading cargo container after cargo container, all of them labelled as "ADV MEDS". With mere hours left on the contract, the hired commander came through. "Those meds were not easy to find," explained Cmdr. ANONYMOUS (we have withheld his name at his request - ed.). "I had to travel quite a bit to find them. Even systems that had reported some inventory were sold out by the time I got there. Heck, the place I finally got them - and that will remain my secret - was quickly running out by the time I arrived. I only needed seven tons to fulfill the work order, but I took twenty additional tons to be on the safe side," he concluded with a laugh.

With the help of the advanced medicines, Hartsfield Settlement has overcome White Dwarf Wheeze and Ryders of the Void are back on track to expand into a neighboring system. "All I can say is thank you Pilots Federation! Where would the galaxy be without them?"
 
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In the vast expanse of space, there are few places more treacherous than the orbit of a gas giant. Its swirling clouds of gas and debris can make even the bravest of pilots wary. But for one pilot, the risk was worth the reward.

Her name was Rhea, and she had been flying ships since she was old enough to climb into a cockpit. Now, as a seasoned commander in the ranks of the Pilot's Federation, she had seen her fair share of danger. So when her scanners picked up a faint signal in the orbit of a massive gas giant, she knew she had to investigate. It was a distress beacon, a call for help from a ship in trouble.

As she approached the gas giant, she could see the wreckage field. The ship had been torn apart by something powerful, leaving debris scattered for kilometers in every direction. Rhea expertly piloted her ship through the field, dodging debris and avoiding collisions. It was a delicate dance, and one wrong move could mean certain death. Finally, she spotted the black box, still intact among the wreckage. It was a valuable find, worth a fortune to the right buyer. But more importantly, it could provide answers to what had caused the ship to be destroyed. Rhea carefully maneuvered her ship closer to the black box, using her ship's robotic arms to retrieve it from the debris field. As she pulled away, she noticed something else in the wreckage. A small, battered escape pod, its thrusters long since burned out. Without hesitation, Rhea scooped up the escape pod as well. She knew that whoever had been in that pod was likely still out there, stranded in the cold darkness of space.

Using the coordinates on the black box, Rhea was able to track down the owners of the wrecked ship. They were a small, independent mining operation, struggling to make a living in the harsh realities of deep space.When Rhea presented them with the black box and the escape pod, they were overjoyed. The black box contained valuable information about the cause of the accident, and the escape pod had saved the lives of two of their crew members.

For Rhea, it was just another day in the life of a space pilot. But for the crew of that mining ship, she was a hero. And for Rhea, that was all the reward she needed.

[The entirety of this post was generated by AI! The image is from StarryAI, and the text from ChatGPT!)
 
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