Blake's 7: Survivors
People need antiheroes... Preferably 7...
"The end had come... The end of the entire human race. No one believed we could win... Except her. She set him free, and he found a way, a terrible way, to save us all. Then he disappeared... and she's been looking for him ever since."
"...And now we've found him."
The Fourth Century of the Second Calendar, 27 years after Gauda Prime. The Federation has fallen, but for a new 7 the fight continues...
Disclaimer: This story is for my own entertainment and hopefully that of a few others. I don't own these toys; just playing with them.
Prologue
Near the centre of the galaxy, at the edge of a vast nebula, a structure floated in space. Obscured by the cloud of dust and gas, invisible to electronic scans thanks to the intense radioactivity of the stellar nursery, it was so effectively hidden as to be virtually undetectable.
On line...
In the first few attoseconds, the signal was analysed... Its point of origin determined... Its intent verified.
Identity requested... Confirmed. Access codes accepted. Systems booting. Request for inventory accepted... Processing... Inventory packeted and sent.
The station - made up of a number of connected spherical modules emanating from a wheel-shaped centre - was long abandoned by its makers. Scattered, perhaps all dead by now, victims of their own hubris and their boundless desire to create ever more effective weapons of destruction.
Silent, dark and empty. Abandoned. Not, however, forgotten. Not completely.
Instructions received... Awaiting access sequence for final confirmation... Confirmation received... Confirmed.
Long-dormant machinery stirred. Lights came on, illuminating the empty chambers and corridors, workshops and launch bays - unnecessary in an entirely automated facility, but triggered along with all the station's systems in preparation for its long-delayed purpose.
DSV-A1 under construction.