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technogalen (technogalen) wrote in silverage,

"Impossible describes it all. Any time and any place, and for one reason or another unable to leave the greater New York area." Galen led the way to a table, pausing to signal a waitress. "Bourbon, a double straight up, with a water side. Something for my nephew as well, we're celebrating his graduation." When the waitress moved off he continued, "Needed something to explain the robes."

"Impossible, implausible, pick your adjective - they all fit. My ship draws power from hyperspace, it should be impossible to interrupt the feed. Yet I arrived here on a collision course with the city, main engines dead. Had just enough power in the batteries to land safely. I know there should be intelligent alien races out there, but the hypercom is dead; nobody seems to be out there at all."

He nodded. "Ah, the cost. Most gave some, some gave all. It never changes."

"We can get you properly dressed in a little. I can guide you to the Welcome Center after. For that matter, I do have two guest cabins on my ship if nothing else develops for you."