The Anomaly

[Rodent]

Chapter 17- Meetings.


Nearly a year has passed since I made arrangements for a trip to Sirius, to better assess the new domain the Council opened. It is a fairly vast area of space...riddled with chaos, war, and all the base nature of humanity on full display. A ship acquired from Henry Holiday, complete with neutral identifications permitted me to a mute observer...for now.

Travelling through the houses and Omegas into the Omicron Edge Worlds, on the outskirts of Sirius, was time consuming...but not entirely without reward. Out in this frontier, an actual alien race actually inhabits. While I had heard sketchy records of a war in 800 AS instigated by said aliens, I did not realise they still existed. I vowed to find out more. Curiosity, at least, is a perfectly human trait.

Nomads, or Slomon K'Hara, as is their proper name. Ships constructed out of organic matter...supposed mode of communication is telepathy. That was the precious little available on public access. That is not sufficient. I must risk direct contact.

The aliens hold heavy sway over a system known as Omicron Iota, it seems. I'll attempt to find some means of contact. If the creatures are intelligent, communication with them should be...interesting.