Today on Quantum Vibe: More than 100 million times Strip 1585 - Click strip above to goto the next strip.
First Seen: Fri 2017-04-28
Story & Art: Scott Bieser - Colors: Lea Jean Badelles Sci-Fi Adventure Mondays.
To boldly go where no manic pixie dream girl has gone before.
A thousand years in the future, humanity has colonized worlds in nearly
100 galaxies, thanks to Quantum Vibremonic technologies developed five
centuries earlier. Other new technologies have created various
off-shoots of humanity and extended life expectancies five-fold. The
story begins with how a mad scientist and his plucky assistant, along
with their robot friend, brought humanity to the stars, and continues
with the adventures of some unique people in fantastic places.
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In the Engine Control Room, re-establish the scene: Hugo is at one of the monitors conferring with one of the crewmembers, as Captain Shlack, Murphy, Shrash, and Prenk look on.
Shlack: So this transwarp conduit system of yours … how fast can it take you?
Murphy: That's … difficult to translate precisely, but we can cross 1,000 light-years in less than 400 seconds, although it feels instantaneous.
Three-shot of Prenk looking side-eyes-wide and slack-jawed at Murphy, as Shlack tooks askance.
Prenk: That's … in yarons that's … more than 100 million times lightspeed!
Shlack: That would be a true game-changer.
Murphy: Then you do see the value of what we're offering you.
In the foreground, Hugo and a crewmember; in the background, Prenk, Shlack, Murphy, Shrash.
Shlack: Assuming your science-officer can deliver.
Murphy: All I can promise is, if it can possibly be done, Hugo will do it.
Murphy: Do you know where the nearest star-system suitable for us is located?
Shlack and Murphy
Shlack: In fact we do … it's roughly 41 light-years spinward and a bit south and out.
Shlack: Prenk informs me we can get there in roughly 850 thousand of your seconds, while towing your ship.
Murphy: I'm hoping that as a Soraxian scout ship you know how to avoid contact here in Confederation space.
Shlack, Murphy, Shransh
Shlack: Scout ship? Where'd you get that idea?
Shlack: We're private traders, registered with both the Soraxian Hegemony and the Confederation Trade Council.
Shransh: We deal in resource location, rare botanicals, and information exchange, mostly.
Shlack, Murphy, Shransh.
Murphy: Ah, I see. You're spies.
Murphy: Not that there's anything wrong with that, necessarily.
Shransh: We don't discriminate – we'll even deal with K'Tagons.