(( USS Ra, Cruising Orbit, Zet Homeworld. ))
Even at a distance it had been an imposing figure.
It oscillated on a vertical axis, running from the statues’ crown to the hem of its gown. The metal had been sculpted into ripples so fluid that Ben could almost hear the breeze rustling across the stars.
Until he remembered space was a vacuum.
Scans showed an internal power source maintained the statue’s position and axis rotation, although Ben wasn’t able to understand the mechanisms of the technology making it possible.
The Ra glided to a stop at the statue’s base. The detail of the sculpture was elaborate and fine.
Open jawed, Ben leant across the helm console in disbelief at the intricacy of the sculpted gown: its weft warped and bowed in proportion to the furrow of the fabric’s crease.
It was beautiful.
It was wasted.
How could such craft be appreciated like this - in the dead orbit of space?
Ben gave a slight whistle with a nod of the head.
Garcia: Odd title for a sculpture.
With a trickle of thrust, Ben edged the Ra forwards, weaving through the orbiting statuary, towards the Zet Homeworld.
Garcia: Any sites of technological interest we should priortise for the recon fly over?
Garcia: Ideally we want a site near something touristy:- that’ll be our excuse for being in the area.
Lieutenant Commander Ben Garcia
USS Thor NCC-82607
Author ID number: G239102MR0
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