Writing Hole For Fader209

Sonny Vines faced a difficult choice. In the outstretched hands in front of him he had to pick one that could ultimately define the rest of his life. In the left hand sat an egg shaped object with a dappled texture. The right held a dagger, ceremonial in design with sculpted vines wrapping its hilt. On the middle hand balanced an ancient looking spinning top that didn’t look like stopping any time soon. This damned vagueness was the trouble when dealing with aliens. They were mysterious and all-powerful and we were still no closer to working them out than when they descended from the heavens five years ago. Some believed they were justified with this divine reputation when they held so many wonders and answers from the universe, others argued anyone with the technology they wielded had a distinct advantage over non space faring cultures and they were just lucky. The Adephage certainly weren’t encouraging minds one way or the other. Holding all the secrets and keeping us in th