Moctagon Jones
The Yar Capsule
Named by the planetary-explorer who originally found one on the planet Yar; no one knows exactly where these vessels originated from. Only one, if any others do exist, are seen at a given time, yet there is always someone different inside.
Functioning as a type of self sustaining prison, the victims of the machines wake up inside not knowing how they became trapped inside the capsule. A way to enter or exit these machines has not been discovered at this time, and no Ancient Records have been found that correspond with the device. No one is quite sure how long a victim lives inside the vessel, or what happens to the victim once they pass, but it's theorized a nutrient rich atmosphere in the machine can keep a person alive for many years, sentenced to float through the outer most reaches of space, having no control over the destination, or their sanity.
They have been encountered in various "black-space" areas where few beings are willing to travel, and also observed flying low over pedestrian walkways in major space ports and planetary cities. The prisoner trapped inside, silently screaming, while the populous below is unable to help them or stop the vessel.
"My God—it's full of stars!"
The Yar Capsule
Named by the planetary-explorer who originally found one on the planet Yar; no one knows exactly where these vessels originated from. Only one, if any others do exist, are seen at a given time, yet there is always someone different inside.
Functioning as a type of self sustaining prison, the victims of the machines wake up inside not knowing how they became trapped inside the capsule. A way to enter or exit these machines has not been discovered at this time, and no Ancient Records have been found that correspond with the device. No one is quite sure how long a victim lives inside the vessel, or what happens to the victim once they pass, but it's theorized a nutrient rich atmosphere in the machine can keep a person alive for many years, sentenced to float through the outer most reaches of space, having no control over the destination, or their sanity.
They have been encountered in various "black-space" areas where few beings are willing to travel, and also observed flying low over pedestrian walkways in major space ports and planetary cities. The prisoner trapped inside, silently screaming, while the populous below is unable to help them or stop the vessel.
"My God—it's full of stars!"