There is a strange stillness in the galaxy, a hushed moment when denizens of the many worlds seem to be taking a breath. Perhaps they are preparing themselves for the next phase of work or war, perhaps they are simply relaxing after long toil. As the galactic year comes to an end living beings take stock of where they are and what they want to achieve; mechanicals recoup their strength and prepare their future tasks. And in this interlude of unexpected peace, somewhere, far in the northern hemisphere of a great arctic planet, beneath the cold snow and the wailing winds, there has been a discovery. Rumbling forever below the glaciers, an old installation of the Endless, still tended by descendants of the original workers, churns tirelessly throughout the frozen nights. Raw materials are collected, goods are produced and packaged, and an endless stream of boxes disappear into ships, portals, and sledges for distribution. What is this unceasing travail? What is the purpose of these strange, colourful, impractical objects that they build? They are not weapons nor tools, but something else; something whose utility lies just a step outside what is purely practical. Should you receive some of these objects and be surprised by what they are, look for Mr Erram Zen Eerbee. There is an ancient secret there from before the time of space travel; a secret that is hidden behind the twinkle in his eyes...
LIGHTS OF POLARIS
Explorers have discovered a large industrial installation, decorated primarily in red and green, hidden under the snows of the northernmost part of this planet. This surprisingly vast infrastructure turns raw materials into finished products, specializing in goods that are small, robust, and colorful. While the details are not clear, reports are that the indigenous workers seem to refer to themselves as Expert Light FabricatorS.
Erram was best known for squeezing every last bit of value out of his operations -- and his employees. Generally hated for his management style if respected for his wealth, over a 24-hour period Erram underwent a stunning, 180-degree personality change. Rumours based on hearsay refer to Dust-induced hallucinations pertaining to historical occurrences, present day operations, and probability distributions of future events. Regardless of the reason, Erram left his job as head of accounting at the Polaris Workshop and now travels the galaxy, still famed for his management but also for his generosity
Erram Zen Eerbee
- Labor: 8
- Wit: 7