Raxxla – A Whisper in the Void
18 Nov 2024Rawnu
Raxxla. I almost don’t want to say the name aloud, not here at Jameson Memorial, not now. It’s not just a word—it’s a legend, a curse, a prayer for the damned and the dreamers. Everyone’s heard of it, whether they believe in it or not. For centuries, stories about Raxxla have trickled through spacer bars, pilot briefings, and the dark corners of comms relays. Some laugh it off, dismissing it as a fairy tale for the gullible. Others grow quiet and serious, eyes darting like someone might be listening.The earliest whispers date back to the days when humanity first left Earth’s skies. They say Raxxla was already known by 2296, long before hyperspace engines took us beyond Sol and its neighborhood. Back then, humanity’s reach was limited to our backyard—the Alpha Centauri and Tau Ceti systems—and yet, even then, the legend existed. How could they have known about something so vast, so impossible, when they’d barely stepped into the void?
What is it? That’s the question that haunts every curious soul. Is Raxxla a planet? An artifact? A gate? The Codex calls it “the whisperer in witchspace, the siren of the deepest void.” That’s all anyone has to go on, apart from scattered myths and hearsay. Some claim it’s a portal, a doorway to another galaxy or another dimension, where untold power or knowledge awaits. Others think it’s a trap, a test of hubris that no one was meant to survive.
Then there’s the Dark Wheel. The mysterious group of pilots who claim to know more than anyone about Raxxla. Some say they’re hoarding its secrets, guarding it for reasons no one can explain. Others believe they’re as lost as the rest of us, chasing a ghost. This station in Shinrarta Dezhra is accessible only to the most skilled, but even here, Raxxla remains a shadow on the wall—a topic spoken of in fragments and riddles.
I’ve spent months following the faintest of leads. The sirens, though. That phrase keeps coming back to me: “the siren of the deepest void.” It’s a warning as much as it is a lure. I’ve heard voices out there, in the dark. I don’t know if they’re real or if my mind is playing tricks on me after too many hours in the cockpit, but the pull is undeniable.
If Raxxla is real, it’s not just a destination. It’s a test. A riddle wrapped in a legend, hidden in plain sight. Maybe it’s not about where it is, but who we are when we finally reach it.
If you’re reading this, and you’re as cursed as I am to chase the impossible, just remember: there’s a reason it’s called “the deepest void.” Raxxla isn’t just a secret. It’s the thing that waits for us when we’ve run out of stars to explore.
To the whisperer in witchspace, the siren of the deepest void—I’m still listening.