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