Prestor

Great donut shaped complexes spew ionized gas into the blackness of space in great three hundred mile long multi coloured trails. Battle cruisers sporting diamond shaped heat exchangers, roam the perimeter of the fleet, using their rail guns in order to vaporize any meteorites into a thousand particles. The fleet has been put together while traveling through space. The original vessel has long been discarded and replaced by those assembled from material mined from asteroids. Manufacturing and agricultural facilities have been assembled using the ring type of structure, the spinning vessel easier on creatures bred to One G gravity.

Wars and revolutions have occurred in space or while orbiting the various inhospitable planets. Cloned creatures have attempted to overthrow the original crew, all eventually overcome, making the inhabitants adept at forestalling revolution.

The white cylinders shoot out of the tube and then float in to space in order to begin their journey. Aboard is the DNA .The drone is programmed to look for any inhabitable planet. Spectro metres in the nose will sniff out orbiting planetary systems in order to ascertain whether they will support life. Many such drones have been dispatched within the previous one hundred years. The work is a labour of love; those creating the new beings destined to never view the end results

The riots are into their second week. The dissident students have occupied three university complexes. The administrative staff has been confined to the inner hub and now drifts in the zero gravity. All about the outside of the great wheel like structure the policemen wearing white covers over their space black helmets, upwards pointing stun rifles sitting in the scooters rear racks, pass up and down the great structure looking for an open hatchway.

Many thousands of miles away ‘The Governor’ is seated in the control tower of the extra terrestrial executive HQ. On either side of the long grey plastic table sit the ward captains and their lieutenants. The governor is a short man sporting a short haircut of thinning grey hair. He has a long straight nose sprouting black hairs from the nostrils.

"We have to get control of the universities. If we don’t, god knows how far this will spread."

A dark longhaired lieutenant speaks. "If you don’t mind my asking sir what is it exactly that they want?"

"Well its hard to say, we have had communication with their leader and so far as we know they want to rearrange the social structure of Leo 11."He flicked on the large view screen .A view of the interior of a lecture hall. Students sit about the area reserved for visitors. On the stage a coterie consisting of long robed youth. Some wear outlandish trousers visible from below the hem. There is something wrong with the feed. The hall appears to be illuminated by a blue light, the light fixtures on wall and ceiling casting long beams of red. Over the crowd a lone figure hovers, a sign on his back reading ‘University Security.’

Outside the long window a battle cruiser is visible.