Preparing for the Unknown
25 Jan 2022Creamy Goodness III
Continued fromThese events take place at the same time as Vodans experience
The setting was undoubtedly beautiful, but it was heavy here, even by Creamys’ standard. It hadn’t seemed so hard to train under this gravity when he was a teenager. It was only a Gee or so more than his Academy days, but Creamy supposed feeling it must be a side effect of having lived in space for so many months.
Ninette had illustrated how much prowess Creamy had lost, but it was another thing to experience it. His relentless trainer had seen Ninettes’ assessment and came up with a tough regime that should get Creamy back where he wanted to be within a month if the Imperial could keep up with the pace. It suited Creamy just fine, he needed time to think about what had happened on his stranded vessel and see if he could track down his uncle.
Not long after Mrs Muir had called for help back on the Conda, another voice used the open com. Creamy was running as fast as he could to help Mrs Muir, but he had to stop to manually pump open all the doors on the powerless ship between the cockpit and the generator room. Fortunately, the guy was a talker, and Creamy got a lot of information while he ran.
From what he could piece together, the angry man was under the impression, the Conda was owned by Creamys’ Uncle. Such mistakes were common; there used to be three Creamy Goodness’s with Summerlayton Hall, on Cubeo Three as their home address. Creamy Goodness the first, second and third. The name was hard to forget, but the number often got mixed up by people outside the Empire.
The deranged man talked as if he knew his uncle, Creamy Goodness the Second, personally. It sounded like they had been on one or more of his uncles' many expeditions together, and they had made a discovery amongst the Guardian ruins. The thing that Creamy the Second had given to his nephew years ago, while Creamy (the Third) was still at the Academy.
He vaguely remembered his uncle coming to visit and giving a small box to Creamy in the smoking room during port and cigars one evening. He remembered the event because his uncle had made quite the spectacle of telling Creamy he was the owner of the box now, and that his uncle had willingly passed it on. Now it seemed to Creamy, who wasn’t really paying attention all those years ago, that his uncle was talking to the box more than his nephew.
The way the madman had pointedly questioned Mrs Muir about killing Creamy, made him think that him being dead before the maniac did what he was going to do, was important for some undefined reason. After all, a dead man can’t be the owner of anything. Before he went back to salvage his Conda, Creamy needed to talk to his uncle about the thing that had once been a small box taken from Guardian ruins. The problem was, Creamy feared his uncle had passed on the box before he died, or was murdered for the Guardian device.