>>93284795Once again archive under /vt/ lore under the Exiled Sanallite.
I told the ghoul of my crimes. I was responsible for causing an emergency crash landing of a station via a mining accident. We discovered a volatile energy source in a strange meteorite that I accidentally ignited with a mining laser. The explosion was so massive it knocked the space station out of orbit and into the planet below. The station crash landed into the ruins of an ancient pilgramige site of a long lost civilization.
I was kept in the brig until off-world support arrived to repair the station. It was then I was sentenced to exile through a black hole. This terminology was new to the ghoul so I tried to simplify what I can. I was thrown out of my home because I caused a disaster that affected multiple countries. I came from the sky where I landed here. I was suppose to live in isolation forever, but then I was captured.
"From one prison to another I see," says the ghoul rubbing his chin. "Well you have admitted to being guilty of your crime. So it's time for EXECUTION!!!" I sigh in relief for my death. The ghoul laughs. "Nah! I jest! I'm only tickling my funny bones. Death would be too good for you as the Reaper of Rap would say. I believe you already reflected on your sins isolated in your sky coffin." The ghoulish man looks me in the eye. Then he says "I have a deal. We take your coffin, and we take your supplies, but you get your clothes and the knife back." Like an idiot I ask "Aren't you afraid I'm gonna use the knife to murder?" The ghoul quick draws a pistol at my face. "Mate, that's what guns are for," he says laughing. "Oh and if you're not a murderer then you won't kill anyone. Still we can't let you have a gun."
I ask, "so what do you want me to use my knife for?"
The ghoul smiles. "We're building a port. And we need that knife to cut a lot of grass and reeds. It's better than our icey cold knives. Until we get proper steel you're going to do a lot of cutting." I rub my beard. "There's good iron in the basaltic sands if I recall. You just a good crucible to smelt the iron out. Then wrought the iron into proper metal tools. Assuming you have charcoal." The ghoul raises his brow. Tell me more.
I tell him about smelting techniques where I can use the power source of the shuttle to make an arc furnace which can create pig iron from purified iron and coal. He grew impatient from the talk so I instead changed the subject to basalt and tuff brick crucibles. "The lack of clay is a problem. And while we can create concrete out of lime and seashells concrete disentegrates under high heat."
"Well you certainly know your smelting. Ehh?" The ghoul scratches his head. "I lost my name when I was exhiled." I say "I can't remember it." The ghoul writes down a few notes. "Well we'll find you a new name, nerd." He gives me some clothes through the cell. "Put some clothes on. We're visiting the council."
