[spoiler]A siren blared as one of the doors to Rynos Station began to slide open. It was a massive entryway, several stories high, easily able to fit several shuttles. An array of lights rotated in their domes, scanning their surfaces with their beams. The whine of motors filled the bay as the door slid up its tracks. For a second or two, the turbulent weather outside blew several dustings of snow across the threshold until the forcefield kicked in, causing the air to flinch. Complex algorithms worked in conjunction with hundreds of sensors and emitters to ward off the inclement weather. The massive crane, more of a building on tracks than a vehicle, waiting just outside, began to lumber forward when the door reached its apex. Dr. Hilton Duglass watched as it passed over the threshold, unaffected by the forcefield. His attention was not on the crane itself, but on the massive container it was transporting. Held together by rivets and massive cam-locks, it had been constructed on-site around the object it was carrying. He walked along the catwalk, traveling in parallel with the crane. The operator eventually brought the crane to a stop and lowered the container onto the designated spot. As soon as its fork and cables detached, a crew hopped down and took over. A taxi detached itself from the crane and locked itself onto the vessel. Hilton descended the steps and went out to meet them. With a few gestures of his arm, he relayed the instructions to the crew. They would receive a holographic feed on their visuals showing where he wanted the container to be stored and how. They nodded an affirmation, and he received a confirmation. Following the path he projected for them, they began to wheel the container away. Their boss, a wourki name Jatt, came over to greet him. “You here by yourself?” he asked, whiskers probing the air. “Not normally, no,” Hilton said as they both followed behind the container, “I have two other colleagues, but they are both on vacation.” “Hmm...” Jatt grumbled, “And leave you here out in the cold? I would get new friends, Doc.” Hilton allowed himself a small chuckle, a gesture that conflicted with the tension he felt in his chest. “I don’t mind being alone.” “Alone...studying alien artifacts.” “Yes, alone...studying alien artifacts.” They both followed the vessel as the taxi wheeled it through a set of heavy doors two stories tall. “I am not completely alone though.” Hilton nodded to one of the androids that wheeled on by. The taxi dropped off the container and backed away. After signing for the delivery, Hilton received the codes from Jatt and used them to unlock the vessel. He waited until the crew left before he got to work. He sent the codes to the container. The camlocks rotated in place and the sides unfolded. In a way, it was like a flower blooming. A second container inside the first began to unfold as well, revealing the object: a levitating octahedron. Hilton was jarred by its darkness. Nearly 15 feet in height, it was blacker than black, a silhouette of shadow almost devoid of dimension. Only the slightest hints of its facets should be seen. A circle of emitters powered up and the air winked. Only the slight hum mixed with static gave any indication that there was a forcefield in place. Hilton nodded in satisfaction and climbed a set of steps to the control room/observatory. Using a terminal, he integrated with the robot arm and felt its vision overlay his own. He was both in the observatory, but he was also outside it, looking down upon the octahedron. His robotic self whined to life and stretched downward, its multitool at the end spinning and pivoting. An array of feeds winked on at the side of his display, including infrared, which depicted the prism as a black shadow.[/spoiler]