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Mithra's Gate (Chronicle)

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As Kalsibah woke up, a faint burning smell and a ringing in his ears first alerted him that
something was wrong. Realizing through his waking confusion that not only was he sitting
upright but also couldn't move, Kalsibah began to understand that he was no longer in his
fortified dwelling hidden on the edge of the Curse region. He tried opening his eyes. No good.
Something was preventing him from any deliberate use of his muscles. He was functionally
paralyzed.

"He's awake." A female, otherwise neutral voice came from somewhere close behind Kalsibah.
"All vitals are in the green." The speaker was evidently some kind of medtech. Kalsibah guessed
that a nerveblocker had been applied before waking him.

"Very good. You may relax the blocker's effects above, oh, the shoulders, I think." The second
voice was quite different from the first. Apparently male, this speaker sounded quite relaxed in
contrast to the first speaker's terse neutrality. For all of that, there was a hard edge of
unmistakable authority to the voice. Clearly, this person was in charge here.

Kalsibah felt a sensation like a release of pressure in his lower neck and could suddenly move
his head around. With the swiftness of the release he involuntarily opened his eyes, even as his
head lolled forward before he caught the movement. The first thing he saw was the edge of the
table that the chair he was sitting in was facing. As he raised his head, blinking away the last
lingering fuzziness of sleep, he saw that a hooded figure was seated in the shadows on the other
side of the table.

"I think that will be all for now. You may go." The figure seated in front of him was speaking to
the person behind Kalsibah.

"I'll be next door then." A shuffling sound, footsteps, then the sound of a door unlocking and
opening in a smooth sequence that implied an electromechanism. Another couple of steps and
the door closed and locked behind the person that had just left.

Kalsibah had tried to look around but only the muscles of his neck and above responded,
constraining him to look to one side and then the other. The room was quite dim apart from a
pale, soft light that shone down from a lamp suspended just above head height over the table.
He looked at the figure sat in the shadows and saw the light glint off his captor's eyes as they
cocked their head to one side.

"Well, I'm sure you're wondering what all this is about," said the figure as he straightened up
and leaned further forward into the pale circle of light. Within the folds of the hood was a face
that was covered by a breather mask from the nose down. The eyes were very dark, seemingly
black in the dimness, and narrowed as if their owner was deep in thought.

Kalsibah reviewed his options, decided he had little choice and steeled himself. He took a quick
breath, closed his eyes and ran through a mnemonic sequence mentally. He frowned, nothing
seemed to be happening to him. A chuckle from his captor interrupted him and Kalsibah opened
his eyes to look at the masked figure sitting opposite him.

"I think perhaps we should get the formalities out of the way so that we can proceed without
any illusions on your part," said the hooded man, his voice tinged with amusement. "You are
Erik Kalsibah, known under various other names at various times and places. Most pertinently
for today's discussion, until some time ago you went under the alias 'Rezhwan' and were
apparently a member of the pirate gang known as 'Sariel's Flames'. Of course, we both know that
wasn't quite the truth, don't we?"

As shocked as Kalsibah was, he had enough presence of mind to take another breath, close his
eyes and run through a different mnemonic trigger sequence. The result was as bafflingly
negative as before. Kalsibah opened his eyes to see the other man shaking his head in evident
amusement.

"No, I'm afraid that you won't be able to trigger any of the various amnesiac conditionings that
you acquired in your climb up the ranks of the Cartel. Let me also disabuse you of the idea of
activating a suicide failsafe you might have embedded in your nervous system somewhere.
None of that will work." The masked figure sat back and gestured airily with his right hand
around the room. "As you've probably realized, we have access to considerable resources here.
You have quite a medley of chemicals and nanotech coursing through your veins but I'll draw
attention to three specific substances.

"First, you've been dosed with a standard but powerful anticonvulsant. This means that it is
quite useless to continue attempting to trigger an epileptic seizure and neuronfiring cascade as
part of your amnesiac protocols. Second, a very powerful neurosynaptic booster has been
introduced into your system. This one enhances episodic memory, just to be sure that you don't
forget anything we might be interested in." The man had been ticking off his points on the
fingers of one gloved hand with the other and now raised three fingers in the air. "Third, an antithanatropic
psychoactive is rather neatly suppressing the slightest inclination to seek your own
death that you might have. While we don't have time to neutralize the various means by which
you might commit suicide, we can block the impulse very satisfactorily."

Kalsibah found his voice at last. "If you're that wellequipped, and thorough, I'm surprised you
don't just rip the information you want out of my brain. You people are running quite a bill in
highend drugs. Surely you can afford a burning scanner?"

"No doubt that would be the approach tried by some but, as you noted, we here like to be
thorough and a burning scanner has the disadvantage of being a rather destructive and onetime
only method of data extraction. Not to mention that running a burner on your brain would
garner little more than a very large amount of very scrambled data, due to the counterintrusion
nanolace that's wrapped around and through your cerebrum.

"We have gone to some considerable time and trouble to bring you here, Kalsibah. We are not
about to waste all that by attempting to use a burning scanner on you. No, my dear Kalsibah,
that would not do. Besides, I am a strong believer in simple conversation producing the best
results."

"Do you have a name?"

"Ah yes, my apologies. Call me, Narisaf."

"Narisaf, uh huh. Well, Narisaf, do you really think I'm going to tell you anything? Anything at
all?"

Narisaf cocked his head slightly and appeared to reflect a moment before replying, "You surely
have realized by now who I represent in this matter? Surely that is clear?"
In fact, the possibility that this Narisaf was hinting at had crossed Kalsibah's mind already,
much to his discomfort, but he wasn't about to let his captor know that. "You could be working
for anyone. What's to say this isn't a DED holding facility? Maybe a SARO black site? You could
be a Feddy or a Botherer. You could be Guri. You could be a damned to the hells Sansha for all
that it matters."

Narisaf regarded Kalsibah silently for a moment. Then he leaned forward and folded his gloved
hands together on the table, before quietly saying, "Oriel seraphim eo potesta."
Kalsibah felt himself mentally reel and for a moment feared he would fall forward out of his
chair, perhaps saved only by the continuing paralysis of his body below the neck.
"Now," said Narisaf. "Tell me all about Mithra's Gate."

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Mithra's Gate is a sungrazer. It's a comet. One of those that swing in very close to the primary
star out of a high orbit in their system. Sariel had information about it. It’s an old legend in the
Cartel because of where it appears. But you know that, right? Right.

Well, Sariel had figured like everyone else that it was one of the wandering stars from the old
Amarr myths of the Early Reclaiming. The stories go that every time the Amarr "reclaimed" a
star system back then, they would wait for a divine sign and then along comes a comet and its
track points in the general direction of the next target for the "exploration fleet". Yeah, well,
that's a nice story and probably it went over well with the faithful.

But Sariel kept thinking about it more and more. Why "Mithra's Gate"? That name niggled at
him. He said it was a very old name as well, "Mithra", that is. Much older than the Early
Reclaiming. Older even than the Conquest of Athra. It's the Amarr, we said, they use a lot of old
names all the time. But he said this one wasn't used much at all. Why's that? Well, he found out
why. And that's when he really got excited. You know why? Yeah, I figured.

The Flames had some trouble not long after. Had to deal with it and we didn't hear him talk
about Mithra's Gate for a while. But he'd been digging into it quietly. I think he'd grokked that
the Flames were uneasy about it. We might not have been Cartel anymore but still, you learn to
respect that kind of thing, and you remember the lesson even after you've left the Cartel behind
you. Anyway, despite that we found it. Well, he found it. He got the orbital elements of the
comet from a source in the Mandate. An old freelance archaeotech buddy of his.

That was it. Sariel insisted on going and needed a team. There were thirteen of us. Pilots,
archaeotechs and some ground muscle. We took four Dramiels and a Wreathe along. Pretty
standard crew for a pick and strip operation.

Mithra's Gate was way up towards the top of its orbit. It still is. It'll be up there for years before it
swings back towards the primary. The orbital inclination is something like fifty degrees. Well we
made fine time. We forcelocked the warp drives onto celestial coordinates on the orbital path
close enough to where the comet was. Got up there Drammies, Wreathe and all. Then it was a
burn after the comet for the final stretch.

It didn't take long. Well, not for Sariel and me. We took our Drammies ahead and left the other
two with the Wreathe. Just to be safe. Approaching a comet on full burn should be a show, right?
Yeah, not so much when it's over a hundred AU away from the primary. That ball of ice and
rock is frozen solid up there. No outgassing.

Sariel though, he put on his own show. He was excited. He fired up the plasma torches on his
Drammy's tusks. Nobody to see them but us. He always was a bit loco though. We all liked
using the burners to put the fear on and distract rubes but he liked to fire them up just for the
sport.

Well, anyway we caught up with the snowball soon enough. Except of course it wasn't just a
snowball. Oh sure, it was a comet. Pretty big one, but a comet. At least it seemed likely it was
originally a standard comet in a sungrazer orbit. Of course, Sariel wondered if that was the truth
of it. But that was beside the point when you realized that someone had carved a large tunnel
along its main rotational axis and then dug out a vault, right into the core of the thing.
That access tunnel was large enough for the Drammies to travel down it with a fair bit of
clearance. Obviously, whoever built it had intended it for small ships. We weren't going to get
the Wreathe in there though. Which suited us fine. Sariel had been thinking that a structure
might be on the surface or behind a manhatch. If we could even take the Dramiels inside it
would be a bonus.

I didn't really understand how we were going to get the hangar doors open though. They were
obvious enough, even when Sariel shut his damned burners down and relied on his Drammy's
spots. My thinking was that we'd cut in through an access hatch. There were a few of them
around the edges of the hangar doors. But it turned out not to be necessary. A few minutes after
we got close, the doors opened and we took our Dramiels inside.

Sariel said he'd hacked his way in. Maybe he did. But it spooked me some. This was an old
vault. Ancient. You can hack in eventually, if you know your stuff. But he had the doors open in
a few minutes. It didn't sit right with me.

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Narisaf held up a hand to pause Kalsibah's account. "You say Sariel had the main doors open
within minutes?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't have thought it was enough time to work out the handshake protocols, let
alone hack the system. But he got them open anyway."

"No, it probably was just about enough time to transmit a handshake, wake the system up fully
and send over a valid access code. He could not possibly have hacked that security in mere
moments. Your friend Sariel had the code. The question is, where did he get it from?"

"I don't know. I mean, he had the location. Maybe," Kalsibah's voice trailed into silence. He
shook his head doubtfully, would have shrugged but for the nerve blocker.

"You mentioned a contact in the Mandate. An old archaeotech friend of Sariel's. You were at the
meeting with this person?"

"What?" Kalsibah blinked. Had he said that? Probably. He wasn't holding anything back what
with the drugs and the knowledge of who Narisaf represented. "Well, yes, I guess I was there
when Sariel met up with him."

"Tell me about this meeting."

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Sariel's contact was based in Khabi. It's a big system, lots of belts and moons. A lot of miners,
salvagers, all sorts of scratchers and looters. The Mandate's mostly inactive out there. Ammatar
Fleet has a couple of listening posts, a few patrol boats. That's it. No orbitals. No stations. A
couple of dirtside bases. Khabi VIII is a temperate but it's basically a huge jungle. Hot, humid.
Mining at the poles though. Most of the barrens have something going on like that. The moons
and belts are where the action is though. The gas giant systems are where it's all going on.

Then there's Khabi XIII, the little outer barren. It has a couple of decent underground cities. The
miners and such from all over the outer planets use them for extended downtime. Anyway, we
went to the third city. It's not much more than a transit launch station with a town built under it.
They didn't even bother to change the name from "Basecamp 3" like the two big cities did. Well,
everyone just calls the place "Basecamp", of course.

The town's as you'd expect. A dump. There's a lot of flophouses and coffinracks for miners and
the like to stay in. There's a couple of hotels for the factors and merchants. The residents live
deeper in, where it's quiet and away from the bars. There are ten or so bars. They're all dives and
full of scum. If you're tough enough you might get a decent drink in a couple of them. We were
meeting Sariel's guy in one that had backrooms where factors would meet mine chiefs to haggle
over ore weights and prices.

Sariel's contact was waiting for us in a room he'd already secured. The guy was dressed in a
survival suit. Full armor with a duster over it all. Good armor too. Not bulky. Flexible where it
needed to be, hard as tungsten carbide where it counted. I took him for a beltborn or something
like it. Spaceadapts don't take to being in a gravity well without a support system too easily. It's
impossible for some of them. He was sitting in the corner there, fiddling with pads, some
trinkets, all sorts of bits and pieces. I marked him for an archaeotech straight away. I guessed he
was a specialist in spacearchaeo. Good work if you have a decent rep. He had money from the
look of his rig.

Sariel wanted to talk to him quiet like. So, I just sat over by the window. But I kept my eye on
them both. I could see they were arguing about something. Nothing heated though. It sounded
and looked more like haggling. The archaeotech swapped a datastrip for a bit of blacktech I
knew Sariel had pulled out of a dead rogue hive a while back. Sariel asked the archaeotech a
couple of questions. Well, I knew Sariel wasn't happy with the answers but the guy was shaking
his head. Then Sariel pulls out a trinary laminar cryschip. I had to hold myself down. Trinary
laminar will go for millions on the black market.

The archaeotech just looks at Sariel holding the cryschip under his nose for a second. Then he
picks up something. I couldn't see properly from where I was. Couple of trinkets or something,
and he throws them onto this flat dish he's got on one side. Then he nods, takes the cryschip,
holds it to the light and then puts it on that dish. I saw him pick his trinkets up and kind of
fiddle with them in one hand for a minute. Then he picks the trinary laminar back up and gives
it back to Sariel.

Then we left. In a hurry.

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When Kalsibah finished his account of the meeting on Khabi XIII, Narisaf drummed the fingers
of his right hand on the surface of the table for a span of seconds. "You mentioned some 'trinkets'
that Sariel's contact was playing with. You didn't see clearly but if you had to guess what they
were, or if they even reminded you of something, what would that be?"

"Well," began Kalsibah slowly. "I suppose they reminded me of something I've seen in NiKunni
clubs now that you press me. There's a game they play. For money. You know what the NiKunni
are like. I've seen them play it. Maybe some of the Caldari guys play a game where they
throw these counters around. I don't bother with it, cards are more my speed. Or maybe a little
cutoutclash."

Narisaf slowly nodded to himself and said nothing more for a few minutes. "Well, I think I've
heard enough about this archaeotech. Back to Mithra's Gate. You got inside, what then?"

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We landed the Drammies under manual thrust. Whatever hacking or, yeah, maybe codes, Sariel
had used got us in the door and through the hangar locks but that was it. I guess the landing
plats had plenty of guidance and autonav tech built in but none of it was working. Of course,
there weren't any ships in there. Not even a shuttle. Nobody gets that lucky, whatever anyone
tells you five bars later and two hours from dawn.

Well, we were a team of four to start with. Sariel and me. Pulasi, our best archaeotech, had come
in on Sariel's ship. I had Laselle, one of the combat engineers with me. The rest were back with
the Wreathe and we'd commed the other Dramiels to ferry them in.

Internal doors kept working as we poked around, so we made our way deeper in. Laselle wasn't
happy about the pace we made but Sariel wanted to hustle. He had the idea there was something
important in there. I thought he was probably right. The whole place had the feel of a standby
facility of some kind. Couldn't figure out the era though. It felt old. But someone had used it
relatively recently. There was a lot of adapted tech engineered on top of the original build. That
new stuff was Third Empire. You couldn't mistake it. The substructure and facilities tech was
harder to place.

Of course, the probability was it was some faction of Second Empire Jove. Definitely not one of
the main factions. Had to be precollapse by some way. We assumed someone from the Third
Empire had tracked the place down. Maybe found a reference in some surviving records. Then
came out here and took whatever was useful to them. I doubted we'd find much that was really
valuable. The Third stuff that was bolted on was mostly power and environmental tech. Almost
all of it was standard tech that the Directorate or Society had shared a long time ago. Some bits
we could salvage for good money though.

Sariel was sure we'd find something worth our while. He had our team of four going in and
down to the core while the others were still ferrying in. The deeper we went the more things
were missing from the original build. Looked to me like a lot of data storage and processing
hardware had been pulled. No surprise. The Third Empire had always gone hard after that kind
of thing in archaeo sites they'd located. There was some very strange manufacturing and power
rigging in places. It was original stuff. Some pieces were taken out of the setups. Probably local
processors and storage.

We got to the central facilities hub after a couple of hours. The rest of the crew were in the
hangars and taking it slow from there. Sloppy logistics. Two groups bunched up at either end
with no runners or stringers in between. Laselle was close to pitching a fit by now but Pulasi was
fullon with Sariel. Kept talking about it being a kind of biotech facility but industrial, not a
research lab or anything. The place did have a lot of nanofab capacity by the look of it. Some
very weird nanofabs but still, heavyduty and backed with a lot of power generation. All dead
without the processors and fuel cores though. Yeah, they seemed to have been pulled too, far as
we could tell.

Then we got to the morgue. Well, more like it was a bank or library. Sariel thought so at first. No
bodies but a lot of coffin capsules racked all the way up three walls of that place. It was big.
Hexagonal plan. Two entrances. A whole wall filled with biotech and huge nanofabs. And three
walls of empty coffins. And then there was the thing in the center of the room.

The back wall was a clone blank printing fab. Had receptacles for running off three blanks at a
time. Full rig in triplex. Could obviously print everything from the bones to a synthsynaptic gelbrain
or some equivalent. Some pieces were missing, of course. Pulasi thought all the cyberimplanting
gear had been stripped out and the base pillars were empty. Data stores and
processing taken again.

But so what? The thing in the center, man. A quantum entangled 4helium engine with tripled
outputs. Just sitting there. The motherlode. More than a motherlode. Steal enough QE 4He and
you're a billionaire, maybe better. But if you have a QE 4He engine then you're not just a
trillionaire, you're a power. True independence. And this thing was small. I mean, QE facilities
are big. Dedicated orbitals or fab bunkers. We could take this with us.

Laselle wondered why it had been left behind. Sariel and Pulasi didn't care about that. But I
thought Laselle had a point. It was ancient tech. It looked intact. The thing still had all its storage
and processing. When you took a look inside it you could see why it hadn't been stripped. The
storage was biotech, synthsynaptic or maybe even cultured. You couldn't pull it without
destroying it. I looked at the output arrays too. Honestly, I didn't like what I saw. I think it was
designed to implant the QE 4He using nanoadapted biotech.

Fact is, I think it was a transfer setup. I think the whole place was basically a transit station for
moving people around using QE transfers. Moving personalities around. And it was way
beyond us. Sariel decided we'd take the engine out of there. It could be uncoupled from the
substructure. But I wondered why it had been left in place.

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"Did you keep wondering?" Narisaf had leaned forward to stare into Kalsibah's eyes.

"Yeah, no. When I saw the data conduits and couplings were intact all the way down, I pretty
much didn't wonder anymore. There were vaults down there. Left alone. Probably a lot of stuff
deeper in had been left alone. Maybe the whole FTL transfer system was still intact. The Third
Empire people had wanted to keep that functional. At least until they'd had a chance to come
back, I guess."

"Which chance you presume they never got?"

"We'd have gone back if we had the chance. The Thirds? I think only one thing would have
stopped them going back."

Narisaf leaned back and exhaled hard, the sound of it rasping through his breather mask. "Yes,
only one thing. One way or the other. But you didn't get the chance either, did you?"

Kalsibah grimaced. "No. No, we didn't get the chance."

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With the whole crew down there, we managed the job easily enough. The couplings on the QE
engine were straightforward. A rig, some muscle and a gravsled did the rest. We loaded the
engine into a thrust box. From there it was just a case of sending it on out for the Wreathe to pick
up. We stripped out whatever else looked like it would fit into our other thrust boxes and the
frigate holds. Then we got out of there.

Where did we go? Yeah, well, we shipped out of there quick. The plan was to roll through some
wormholes rather than take a gate out. So, we did that. Took a few hours but we got close
enough to base. Then we took smuggler gates and slipped through. Got pretty close to home.
We got in sight of home. Before we were ambushed.

The cruiser came out of nowhere. Someone had talked. Someone had set us up. It was a Vigilant,
must have been eggerpiloted with its speed and agility. Came in close, webbed one of the other
Drammies and blasted it apart before we knew what was going on.

Sariel called us onto the Vigilant while the Wreathe tried to get away. It was already on a
heading for our cargo facility. Sariel was crazed though. He fired up his plasma torches and
went screaming in after that cruiser. Me and the other Drammy followed him in.

It was a hard fight, we were running scrams and webs too. Sariel's strat was sound. Get under
the guns, orbit at super highspeeds. Problem was, it's a Vigilant. It's an egger Vigilant. And the
pilot was no rube. Must have been a veteran. They knew what they were doing. I got taken out
next, shot up on the turn. Plasma ripped through my engines. You know the Drammy's a good
ship. Tough. We had escape cockpits too. Pretty good chances. I blew the cowling and plates,
and got the hell out of there.

Those escape cockpits don't really give you a good view of things with their own sensors. No
ship sensors or cam drones makes for a fuzzy sense of what's happening outside at a thousand
meters a second. Far as I could tell the Vigilant was winning.

The base was a bust but we had our own bolt holes all over the system. My escape cockpit took
me to one of mine.

Sariel? I guess he got away. He's still running the Flames. I don't know what happened to the
Wreathe. I cleared out of the system. Lost local contact but I heard over chatter that Sariel
suspected a mole so I pulled the plug on my infiltration mission. Cartel were pretty happy with
Sariel's operation in that region being splashed.

I didn't report the whole story. I thought that'd be a quick trip into an interrogation cube. Guess I
ended up in one anyway.

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"Of course, you remember the orbital elements," said Narisaf expectantly.

"The orbital elements?" Kalsibah looked confused.

"For Mithra's Gate. The comet's orbital elements. As you might guess, we have an interest in
visiting it."

"Um, no, I don't think I ever knew them."

"You flew a Dramiel there. You warped to coordinates on its track."

"I guess Sariel fleetwarped us there."

"You're in the habit of using fleetwarp on archaeotech expeditions? Come now."

Kalsibah frowned. "I, no. I mean. I don't know them. I've forgotten them."

Narisaf stared at Kalsibah. "No, I don't think so. Forgotten? No. Had the memory of them
removed is more like it."

Kalsibah shook his head in confusion.

Narisaf drummed his fingers on the table again. "Well, you remember enough, I think, to work
back through all this. Let's talk about the meeting with that archaeotech friend of Sariel's again."

"Wait, wait, how long is this going to go on for?"

Narisaf sat back, steepled his fingers and gave a Kalsibah a dispassionate look. "Oh, it's going to
go on for as long as it takes. And, Kalsibah, I'd hope your memory isn't too patchy if I were you.
For your sake. Now, tell me about Khabi XIII again, and this time, don't leave out a thing."

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Mithra's Gate (Chronicle)

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As Kalsibah woke up, a faint burning smell and a ringing in his ears first alerted him that
something was wrong. Realizing through his waking confusion that not only was he sitting
upright but also couldn't move, Kalsibah began to understand that he was no longer in his
fortified dwelling hidden on the edge of the Curse region. He tried opening his eyes. No good.
Something was preventing him from any deliberate use of his muscles. He was functionally
paralyzed.

"He's awake." A female, otherwise neutral voice came from somewhere close behind Kalsibah.
"All vitals are in the green." The speaker was evidently some kind of medtech. Kalsibah guessed
that a nerveblocker had been applied before waking him.

"Very good. You may relax the blocker's effects above, oh, the shoulders, I think." The second
voice was quite different from the first. Apparently male, this speaker sounded quite relaxed in
contrast to the first speaker's terse neutrality. For all of that, there was a hard edge of
unmistakable authority to the voice. Clearly, this person was in charge here.

Kalsibah felt a sensation like a release of pressure in his lower neck and could suddenly move
his head around. With the swiftness of the release he involuntarily opened his eyes, even as his
head lolled forward before he caught the movement. The first thing he saw was the edge of the
table that the chair he was sitting in was facing. As he raised his head, blinking away the last
lingering fuzziness of sleep, he saw that a hooded figure was seated in the shadows on the other
side of the table.

"I think that will be all for now. You may go." The figure seated in front of him was speaking to
the person behind Kalsibah.

"I'll be next door then." A shuffling sound, footsteps, then the sound of a door unlocking and
opening in a smooth sequence that implied an electromechanism. Another couple of steps and
the door closed and locked behind the person that had just left.

Kalsibah had tried to look around but only the muscles of his neck and above responded,
constraining him to look to one side and then the other. The room was quite dim apart from a
pale, soft light that shone down from a lamp suspended just above head height over the table.
He looked at the figure sat in the shadows and saw the light glint off his captor's eyes as they
cocked their head to one side.

"Well, I'm sure you're wondering what all this is about," said the figure as he straightened up
and leaned further forward into the pale circle of light. Within the folds of the hood was a face
that was covered by a breather mask from the nose down. The eyes were very dark, seemingly
black in the dimness, and narrowed as if their owner was deep in thought.

Kalsibah reviewed his options, decided he had little choice and steeled himself. He took a quick
breath, closed his eyes and ran through a mnemonic sequence mentally. He frowned, nothing
seemed to be happening to him. A chuckle from his captor interrupted him and Kalsibah opened
his eyes to look at the masked figure sitting opposite him.

"I think perhaps we should get the formalities out of the way so that we can proceed without
any illusions on your part," said the hooded man, his voice tinged with amusement. "You are
Erik Kalsibah, known under various other names at various times and places. Most pertinently
for today's discussion, until some time ago you went under the alias 'Rezhwan' and were
apparently a member of the pirate gang known as 'Sariel's Flames'. Of course, we both know that
wasn't quite the truth, don't we?"

As shocked as Kalsibah was, he had enough presence of mind to take another breath, close his
eyes and run through a different mnemonic trigger sequence. The result was as bafflingly
negative as before. Kalsibah opened his eyes to see the other man shaking his head in evident
amusement.

"No, I'm afraid that you won't be able to trigger any of the various amnesiac conditionings that
you acquired in your climb up the ranks of the Cartel. Let me also disabuse you of the idea of
activating a suicide failsafe you might have embedded in your nervous system somewhere.
None of that will work." The masked figure sat back and gestured airily with his right hand
around the room. "As you've probably realized, we have access to considerable resources here.
You have quite a medley of chemicals and nanotech coursing through your veins but I'll draw
attention to three specific substances.

"First, you've been dosed with a standard but powerful anticonvulsant. This means that it is
quite useless to continue attempting to trigger an epileptic seizure and neuronfiring cascade as
part of your amnesiac protocols. Second, a very powerful neurosynaptic booster has been
introduced into your system. This one enhances episodic memory, just to be sure that you don't
forget anything we might be interested in." The man had been ticking off his points on the
fingers of one gloved hand with the other and now raised three fingers in the air. "Third, an antithanatropic
psychoactive is rather neatly suppressing the slightest inclination to seek your own
death that you might have. While we don't have time to neutralize the various means by which
you might commit suicide, we can block the impulse very satisfactorily."

Kalsibah found his voice at last. "If you're that wellequipped, and thorough, I'm surprised you
don't just rip the information you want out of my brain. You people are running quite a bill in
highend drugs. Surely you can afford a burning scanner?"

"No doubt that would be the approach tried by some but, as you noted, we here like to be
thorough and a burning scanner has the disadvantage of being a rather destructive and onetime
only method of data extraction. Not to mention that running a burner on your brain would
garner little more than a very large amount of very scrambled data, due to the counterintrusion
nanolace that's wrapped around and through your cerebrum.

"We have gone to some considerable time and trouble to bring you here, Kalsibah. We are not
about to waste all that by attempting to use a burning scanner on you. No, my dear Kalsibah,
that would not do. Besides, I am a strong believer in simple conversation producing the best
results."

"Do you have a name?"

"Ah yes, my apologies. Call me, Narisaf."

"Narisaf, uh huh. Well, Narisaf, do you really think I'm going to tell you anything? Anything at
all?"

Narisaf cocked his head slightly and appeared to reflect a moment before replying, "You surely
have realized by now who I represent in this matter? Surely that is clear?"
In fact, the possibility that this Narisaf was hinting at had crossed Kalsibah's mind already,
much to his discomfort, but he wasn't about to let his captor know that. "You could be working
for anyone. What's to say this isn't a DED holding facility? Maybe a SARO black site? You could
be a Feddy or a Botherer. You could be Guri. You could be a damned to the hells Sansha for all
that it matters."

Narisaf regarded Kalsibah silently for a moment. Then he leaned forward and folded his gloved
hands together on the table, before quietly saying, "Oriel seraphim eo potesta."
Kalsibah felt himself mentally reel and for a moment feared he would fall forward out of his
chair, perhaps saved only by the continuing paralysis of his body below the neck.
"Now," said Narisaf. "Tell me all about Mithra's Gate."

<center> * * * </center>

Mithra's Gate is a sungrazer. It's a comet. One of those that swing in very close to the primary
star out of a high orbit in their system. Sariel had information about it. It’s an old legend in the
Cartel because of where it appears. But you know that, right? Right.

Well, Sariel had figured like everyone else that it was one of the wandering stars from the old
Amarr myths of the Early Reclaiming. The stories go that every time the Amarr "reclaimed" a
star system back then, they would wait for a divine sign and then along comes a comet and its
track points in the general direction of the next target for the "exploration fleet". Yeah, well,
that's a nice story and probably it went over well with the faithful.

But Sariel kept thinking about it more and more. Why "Mithra's Gate"? That name niggled at
him. He said it was a very old name as well, "Mithra", that is. Much older than the Early
Reclaiming. Older even than the Conquest of Athra. It's the Amarr, we said, they use a lot of old
names all the time. But he said this one wasn't used much at all. Why's that? Well, he found out
why. And that's when he really got excited. You know why? Yeah, I figured.

The Flames had some trouble not long after. Had to deal with it and we didn't hear him talk
about Mithra's Gate for a while. But he'd been digging into it quietly. I think he'd grokked that
the Flames were uneasy about it. We might not have been Cartel anymore but still, you learn to
respect that kind of thing, and you remember the lesson even after you've left the Cartel behind
you. Anyway, despite that we found it. Well, he found it. He got the orbital elements of the
comet from a source in the Mandate. An old freelance archaeotech buddy of his.

That was it. Sariel insisted on going and needed a team. There were thirteen of us. Pilots,
archaeotechs and some ground muscle. We took four Dramiels and a Wreathe along. Pretty
standard crew for a pick and strip operation.

Mithra's Gate was way up towards the top of its orbit. It still is. It'll be up there for years before it
swings back towards the primary. The orbital inclination is something like fifty degrees. Well we
made fine time. We forcelocked the warp drives onto celestial coordinates on the orbital path
close enough to where the comet was. Got up there Drammies, Wreathe and all. Then it was a
burn after the comet for the final stretch.

It didn't take long. Well, not for Sariel and me. We took our Drammies ahead and left the other
two with the Wreathe. Just to be safe. Approaching a comet on full burn should be a show, right?
Yeah, not so much when it's over a hundred AU away from the primary. That ball of ice and
rock is frozen solid up there. No outgassing.

Sariel though, he put on his own show. He was excited. He fired up the plasma torches on his
Drammy's tusks. Nobody to see them but us. He always was a bit loco though. We all liked
using the burners to put the fear on and distract rubes but he liked to fire them up just for the
sport.

Well, anyway we caught up with the snowball soon enough. Except of course it wasn't just a
snowball. Oh sure, it was a comet. Pretty big one, but a comet. At least it seemed likely it was
originally a standard comet in a sungrazer orbit. Of course, Sariel wondered if that was the truth
of it. But that was beside the point when you realized that someone had carved a large tunnel
along its main rotational axis and then dug out a vault, right into the core of the thing.
That access tunnel was large enough for the Drammies to travel down it with a fair bit of
clearance. Obviously, whoever built it had intended it for small ships. We weren't going to get
the Wreathe in there though. Which suited us fine. Sariel had been thinking that a structure
might be on the surface or behind a manhatch. If we could even take the Dramiels inside it
would be a bonus.

I didn't really understand how we were going to get the hangar doors open though. They were
obvious enough, even when Sariel shut his damned burners down and relied on his Drammy's
spots. My thinking was that we'd cut in through an access hatch. There were a few of them
around the edges of the hangar doors. But it turned out not to be necessary. A few minutes after
we got close, the doors opened and we took our Dramiels inside.

Sariel said he'd hacked his way in. Maybe he did. But it spooked me some. This was an old
vault. Ancient. You can hack in eventually, if you know your stuff. But he had the doors open in
a few minutes. It didn't sit right with me.

<center> * * * </center>

Narisaf held up a hand to pause Kalsibah's account. "You say Sariel had the main doors open
within minutes?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't have thought it was enough time to work out the handshake protocols, let
alone hack the system. But he got them open anyway."

"No, it probably was just about enough time to transmit a handshake, wake the system up fully
and send over a valid access code. He could not possibly have hacked that security in mere
moments. Your friend Sariel had the code. The question is, where did he get it from?"

"I don't know. I mean, he had the location. Maybe," Kalsibah's voice trailed into silence. He
shook his head doubtfully, would have shrugged but for the nerve blocker.

"You mentioned a contact in the Mandate. An old archaeotech friend of Sariel's. You were at the
meeting with this person?"

"What?" Kalsibah blinked. Had he said that? Probably. He wasn't holding anything back what
with the drugs and the knowledge of who Narisaf represented. "Well, yes, I guess I was there
when Sariel met up with him."

"Tell me about this meeting."

<center> * * * </center>

Sariel's contact was based in Khabi. It's a big system, lots of belts and moons. A lot of miners,
salvagers, all sorts of scratchers and looters. The Mandate's mostly inactive out there. Ammatar
Fleet has a couple of listening posts, a few patrol boats. That's it. No orbitals. No stations. A
couple of dirtside bases. Khabi VIII is a temperate but it's basically a huge jungle. Hot, humid.
Mining at the poles though. Most of the barrens have something going on like that. The moons
and belts are where the action is though. The gas giant systems are where it's all going on.

Then there's Khabi XIII, the little outer barren. It has a couple of decent underground cities. The
miners and such from all over the outer planets use them for extended downtime. Anyway, we
went to the third city. It's not much more than a transit launch station with a town built under it.
They didn't even bother to change the name from "Basecamp 3" like the two big cities did. Well,
everyone just calls the place "Basecamp", of course.

The town's as you'd expect. A dump. There's a lot of flophouses and coffinracks for miners and
the like to stay in. There's a couple of hotels for the factors and merchants. The residents live
deeper in, where it's quiet and away from the bars. There are ten or so bars. They're all dives and
full of scum. If you're tough enough you might get a decent drink in a couple of them. We were
meeting Sariel's guy in one that had backrooms where factors would meet mine chiefs to haggle
over ore weights and prices.

Sariel's contact was waiting for us in a room he'd already secured. The guy was dressed in a
survival suit. Full armor with a duster over it all. Good armor too. Not bulky. Flexible where it
needed to be, hard as tungsten carbide where it counted. I took him for a beltborn or something
like it. Spaceadapts don't take to being in a gravity well without a support system too easily. It's
impossible for some of them. He was sitting in the corner there, fiddling with pads, some
trinkets, all sorts of bits and pieces. I marked him for an archaeotech straight away. I guessed he
was a specialist in spacearchaeo. Good work if you have a decent rep. He had money from the
look of his rig.

Sariel wanted to talk to him quiet like. So, I just sat over by the window. But I kept my eye on
them both. I could see they were arguing about something. Nothing heated though. It sounded
and looked more like haggling. The archaeotech swapped a datastrip for a bit of blacktech I
knew Sariel had pulled out of a dead rogue hive a while back. Sariel asked the archaeotech a
couple of questions. Well, I knew Sariel wasn't happy with the answers but the guy was shaking
his head. Then Sariel pulls out a trinary laminar cryschip. I had to hold myself down. Trinary
laminar will go for millions on the black market.

The archaeotech just looks at Sariel holding the cryschip under his nose for a second. Then he
picks up something. I couldn't see properly from where I was. Couple of trinkets or something,
and he throws them onto this flat dish he's got on one side. Then he nods, takes the cryschip,
holds it to the light and then puts it on that dish. I saw him pick his trinkets up and kind of
fiddle with them in one hand for a minute. Then he picks the trinary laminar back up and gives
it back to Sariel.

Then we left. In a hurry.

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When Kalsibah finished his account of the meeting on Khabi XIII, Narisaf drummed the fingers
of his right hand on the surface of the table for a span of seconds. "You mentioned some 'trinkets'
that Sariel's contact was playing with. You didn't see clearly but if you had to guess what they
were, or if they even reminded you of something, what would that be?"

"Well," began Kalsibah slowly. "I suppose they reminded me of something I've seen in NiKunni
clubs now that you press me. There's a game they play. For money. You know what the NiKunni
are like. I've seen them play it. Maybe some of the Caldari guys play a game where they
throw these counters around. I don't bother with it, cards are more my speed. Or maybe a little
cutoutclash."

Narisaf slowly nodded to himself and said nothing more for a few minutes. "Well, I think I've
heard enough about this archaeotech. Back to Mithra's Gate. You got inside, what then?"

<center> * * * </center>

We landed the Drammies under manual thrust. Whatever hacking or, yeah, maybe codes, Sariel
had used got us in the door and through the hangar locks but that was it. I guess the landing
plats had plenty of guidance and autonav tech built in but none of it was working. Of course,
there weren't any ships in there. Not even a shuttle. Nobody gets that lucky, whatever anyone
tells you five bars later and two hours from dawn.

Well, we were a team of four to start with. Sariel and me. Pulasi, our best archaeotech, had come
in on Sariel's ship. I had Laselle, one of the combat engineers with me. The rest were back with
the Wreathe and we'd commed the other Dramiels to ferry them in.

Internal doors kept working as we poked around, so we made our way deeper in. Laselle wasn't
happy about the pace we made but Sariel wanted to hustle. He had the idea there was something
important in there. I thought he was probably right. The whole place had the feel of a standby
facility of some kind. Couldn't figure out the era though. It felt old. But someone had used it
relatively recently. There was a lot of adapted tech engineered on top of the original build. That
new stuff was Third Empire. You couldn't mistake it. The substructure and facilities tech was
harder to place.

Of course, the probability was it was some faction of Second Empire Jove. Definitely not one of
the main factions. Had to be precollapse by some way. We assumed someone from the Third
Empire had tracked the place down. Maybe found a reference in some surviving records. Then
came out here and took whatever was useful to them. I doubted we'd find much that was really
valuable. The Third stuff that was bolted on was mostly power and environmental tech. Almost
all of it was standard tech that the Directorate or Society had shared a long time ago. Some bits
we could salvage for good money though.

Sariel was sure we'd find something worth our while. He had our team of four going in and
down to the core while the others were still ferrying in. The deeper we went the more things
were missing from the original build. Looked to me like a lot of data storage and processing
hardware had been pulled. No surprise. The Third Empire had always gone hard after that kind
of thing in archaeo sites they'd located. There was some very strange manufacturing and power
rigging in places. It was original stuff. Some pieces were taken out of the setups. Probably local
processors and storage.

We got to the central facilities hub after a couple of hours. The rest of the crew were in the
hangars and taking it slow from there. Sloppy logistics. Two groups bunched up at either end
with no runners or stringers in between. Laselle was close to pitching a fit by now but Pulasi was
fullon with Sariel. Kept talking about it being a kind of biotech facility but industrial, not a
research lab or anything. The place did have a lot of nanofab capacity by the look of it. Some
very weird nanofabs but still, heavyduty and backed with a lot of power generation. All dead
without the processors and fuel cores though. Yeah, they seemed to have been pulled too, far as
we could tell.

Then we got to the morgue. Well, more like it was a bank or library. Sariel thought so at first. No
bodies but a lot of coffin capsules racked all the way up three walls of that place. It was big.
Hexagonal plan. Two entrances. A whole wall filled with biotech and huge nanofabs. And three
walls of empty coffins. And then there was the thing in the center of the room.

The back wall was a clone blank printing fab. Had receptacles for running off three blanks at a
time. Full rig in triplex. Could obviously print everything from the bones to a synthsynaptic gelbrain
or some equivalent. Some pieces were missing, of course. Pulasi thought all the cyberimplanting
gear had been stripped out and the base pillars were empty. Data stores and
processing taken again.

But so what? The thing in the center, man. A quantum entangled 4helium engine with tripled
outputs. Just sitting there. The motherlode. More than a motherlode. Steal enough QE 4He and
you're a billionaire, maybe better. But if you have a QE 4He engine then you're not just a
trillionaire, you're a power. True independence. And this thing was small. I mean, QE facilities
are big. Dedicated orbitals or fab bunkers. We could take this with us.

Laselle wondered why it had been left behind. Sariel and Pulasi didn't care about that. But I
thought Laselle had a point. It was ancient tech. It looked intact. The thing still had all its storage
and processing. When you took a look inside it you could see why it hadn't been stripped. The
storage was biotech, synthsynaptic or maybe even cultured. You couldn't pull it without
destroying it. I looked at the output arrays too. Honestly, I didn't like what I saw. I think it was
designed to implant the QE 4He using nanoadapted biotech.

Fact is, I think it was a transfer setup. I think the whole place was basically a transit station for
moving people around using QE transfers. Moving personalities around. And it was way
beyond us. Sariel decided we'd take the engine out of there. It could be uncoupled from the
substructure. But I wondered why it had been left in place.

***

"Did you keep wondering?" Narisaf had leaned forward to stare into Kalsibah's eyes.

"Yeah, no. When I saw the data conduits and couplings were intact all the way down, I pretty
much didn't wonder anymore. There were vaults down there. Left alone. Probably a lot of stuff
deeper in had been left alone. Maybe the whole FTL transfer system was still intact. The Third
Empire people had wanted to keep that functional. At least until they'd had a chance to come
back, I guess."

"Which chance you presume they never got?"

"We'd have gone back if we had the chance. The Thirds? I think only one thing would have
stopped them going back."

Narisaf leaned back and exhaled hard, the sound of it rasping through his breather mask. "Yes,
only one thing. One way or the other. But you didn't get the chance either, did you?"

Kalsibah grimaced. "No. No, we didn't get the chance."

<center> * * * </center>

With the whole crew down there, we managed the job easily enough. The couplings on the QE
engine were straightforward. A rig, some muscle and a gravsled did the rest. We loaded the
engine into a thrust box. From there it was just a case of sending it on out for the Wreathe to pick
up. We stripped out whatever else looked like it would fit into our other thrust boxes and the
frigate holds. Then we got out of there.

Where did we go? Yeah, well, we shipped out of there quick. The plan was to roll through some
wormholes rather than take a gate out. So, we did that. Took a few hours but we got close
enough to base. Then we took smuggler gates and slipped through. Got pretty close to home.
We got in sight of home. Before we were ambushed.

The cruiser came out of nowhere. Someone had talked. Someone had set us up. It was a Vigilant,
must have been eggerpiloted with its speed and agility. Came in close, webbed one of the other
Drammies and blasted it apart before we knew what was going on.

Sariel called us onto the Vigilant while the Wreathe tried to get away. It was already on a
heading for our cargo facility. Sariel was crazed though. He fired up his plasma torches and
went screaming in after that cruiser. Me and the other Drammy followed him in.

It was a hard fight, we were running scrams and webs too. Sariel's strat was sound. Get under
the guns, orbit at super highspeeds. Problem was, it's a Vigilant. It's an egger Vigilant. And the
pilot was no rube. Must have been a veteran. They knew what they were doing. I got taken out
next, shot up on the turn. Plasma ripped through my engines. You know the Drammy's a good
ship. Tough. We had escape cockpits too. Pretty good chances. I blew the cowling and plates,
and got the hell out of there.

Those escape cockpits don't really give you a good view of things with their own sensors. No
ship sensors or cam drones makes for a fuzzy sense of what's happening outside at a thousand
meters a second. Far as I could tell the Vigilant was winning.

The base was a bust but we had our own bolt holes all over the system. My escape cockpit took
me to one of mine.

Sariel? I guess he got away. He's still running the Flames. I don't know what happened to the
Wreathe. I cleared out of the system. Lost local contact but I heard over chatter that Sariel
suspected a mole so I pulled the plug on my infiltration mission. Cartel were pretty happy with
Sariel's operation in that region being splashed.

I didn't report the whole story. I thought that'd be a quick trip into an interrogation cube. Guess I
ended up in one anyway.

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"Of course, you remember the orbital elements," said Narisaf expectantly.

"The orbital elements?" Kalsibah looked confused.

"For Mithra's Gate. The comet's orbital elements. As you might guess, we have an interest in
visiting it."

"Um, no, I don't think I ever knew them."

"You flew a Dramiel there. You warped to coordinates on its track."

"I guess Sariel fleetwarped us there."

"You're in the habit of using fleetwarp on archaeotech expeditions? Come now."

Kalsibah frowned. "I, no. I mean. I don't know them. I've forgotten them."

Narisaf stared at Kalsibah. "No, I don't think so. Forgotten? No. Had the memory of them
removed is more like it."

Kalsibah shook his head in confusion.

Narisaf drummed his fingers on the table again. "Well, you remember enough, I think, to work
back through all this. Let's talk about the meeting with that archaeotech friend of Sariel's again."

"Wait, wait, how long is this going to go on for?"

Narisaf sat back, steepled his fingers and gave a Kalsibah a dispassionate look. "Oh, it's going to
go on for as long as it takes. And, Kalsibah, I'd hope your memory isn't too patchy if I were you.
For your sake. Now, tell me about Khabi XIII again, and this time, don't leave out a thing."

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