[Lorrd ~ South Mid-Thaw Equatorial Quadrants ~ Landmass C;98-X ~
Frezen]
[Track:
Young Hearts]
Through curious channels, bounced between transponders, receivers, minutefighters, and several plucky couriers unafraid to track through Wild Space, Seydon received a Special Universitariat invite. Cordially, it asked after his health and general well-being before he sped up down the prolixity. The missive was a well-worded summons. The sender, J.D. Galliger, staffed at the Frezen Martyr's Memorial Universitariat, described himself as holding the rare post as Permanently Bonded Professor. What he wanted out of the Dunaan he didn't put to type-set. But his written language was crisp with vague, icy dread, and he had even forwarded a credit-voucher to assure Seydon had enough monetary incentive to make the long voyage for Lorrd.
Frezen was a three hundred kilometer ring crowned around a permanently glacial lake; prismatic spires built up over squatter greystone-ferrocrete habitats, glossed with ice, caked more thoroughly with massive rime build ups close to the base stanchions. Uncounted lights winked in the greyed over snow banks and frost clouds. Frezen refused to cow and sleep through the long Lorrdian winters, with Seydon spotting arterial routes crowded hotly with steaming, insulated speeder cruisers and heftier bulk-loaders. Air-Control voxed him for vessel details, and he replied, broadcasting the
Relentless's ident verifications.
He drew down, passing idyllically through faceted rows of immense, familiar tower-spires. Iced antenna's, like glassy spokes, bristled the higher facades of carved anthracite. Seydon glanced at curled, hunched over statues of crucified victims: Lorrd's praised, almost venerated slave martyrs. They cried frozen drips of cooling and heating ice-rivulets. The
Relentless ghosted past, a black-finned beast rumbling coarsely in the frigid draughts. Seydon put her in at the Martyr's Memorial.
