“Once information has been encoded and stored in memory, it must be retrieved in order to be used.”
Moonwings . . .
Under the rule of Queen Diana this name was spoken on hundreds of worlds, spanning from the tiniest of asteroid settlements to the largest of city core worlds. The crowning jewel of the success of the Moonwings Empire was the massive space station built in orbit above the capital planet. Named after the empire that so lovingly built it, Moonwings at its height was capable of housing hundreds of thousands within its metal frame. It required twelve separate high-level A.I.s known as Moderators to operate both the station and the Empire at large on a daily basis. It was a center of trade, government, society. The place in which Queen Diana and the government stored the most vital information, darkest secrets, and unknown treasures, deep within its vaults . . .
And yet, seemingly at its height the great empire fell. Historians have argued it was due to a variety of reasons. It could have been the neural-plague that appeared in 3208 and tore a bloody and fearful paththrough the holdings of Empire before just as suddenly disappearing a scantfour years later. Perhaps it was the crash of the economy and trade that occurred as a result of the plague. Maybe it was the infighting between the different world states that occurred within the last days of the Moonwings Empire. Or as those fond of conspiracy theories argue, the Queen was betrayed by those closest to her who sought the throne for themselves.
In the end it does not matter why the empire fell, only that it did. The neighboring Iwaku Alliance would take over many of the former Moonwings Empire worlds (this in itself a cause of even more conspiracy theories), bringing back civilization and stability to where it had been so horribly disrupted. The Empire was reduced to a shadow of its former glory, with only a core world and a few outer settlements still remaining within its possession. This remnant Empire was reorganized into a new state called Afta.
The jewel of the Moonwings Empire was largely abandoned. It was deemed too large to be scrapped, too expensive to be repaired, and too massive to be maintained by the remnant Empire. It was stripped of both the remaining sane A.I. and intact weapon systems. Afta keeps itself content with a foothold control of one of the smaller docking bays and surrounding areas. With its controlled area sealed off from the rest of the station, Afta provides a relatively safe port for those who wish to visit and gaze upon the derelict behemoth. The remaining outer areas of the station have since been taken over by a cycle of scavengers,pirates, smugglers, slavers, mercs, interstellar corporations, research companies, and unknown alien horrors.
However, none of that is why you are here. You are here because of one reason, to reach the center of the station and the archives and vault that reside there. Rumors continue to persist that the most precious treasures of the Empire still remain safe and locked within the vault. What they are no one knows. Except perhaps the Queen, and no one has seen or heard from her since the Moonwings civil war. No one has been able to reach the center. Or at least if they did, they never came back in order to tell about it. Perhaps you are mercenary contractor who found the profit to risk ratio to be satisfactory, a thrill seeking treasure hunter who couldn’t pass up the biggest legend of our time, a citizen of Afta who wishes to reclaim a piece of Moonwings former glory, a down on their luck pirate who needs a quick buck, or simply a curious cat who wants to know what is really at the center of it all.
Our benefactor is looking for those who are willing and have the skills to reach the center of the station, open the vault, and bring back proof of whatis really within the vault. Please note however, we are investing a considerable amount of funds into this expedition and will not take kindly to failure or false evidence.
Best of luck, we’ll see with proof in hand when you return. . .