Yesterday I found myself re-tracing my steps back to the beginning.
Not my beginning, but the actual beginning. Well, the beginning of the Raxxla mystery at least.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
It started with a story. A story about Alex Ryder.
A relatively unknown Commander nowadays, I am sure. For me, his has been a story that has been with me for a long time. It’s not a particularly happy story, as such. But it had something in it that was captivating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here follows a short re-telling of the key elements of the story:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nIn the vast and mysterious expanse of space, where starships glide like phantoms against the cosmic backdrop and traders whisper tales in dimly lit taverns, there exists a legend as old as the star lanes themselves – Raxxla. Whispered about in hushed tones, it is said to be a hidden planet, a gateway to untold riches and pathways to other universes. For many, it remains a spacefarer\u2019s dream, an elusive mirage amongst the stars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Enter Alex Ryder, scion of the Ryder trading dynasty. His story is not just one of commerce among the stars but of a personal odyssey shaped by tragedy and destiny. Born into a family whose name was synonymous with interstellar trading, Alex’s life was charted amongst the stars from the beginning. Yet, his journey took a dramatic turn with the death of his father, Jason Ryder – a death shrouded in mystery and betrayal, occurring in the cold, unforgiving void of space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jason’s demise was no ordinary event; it was tied to the enigma of Raxxla. In his final breaths, he whispered of this mythical planet, setting Alex on a path that would diverge sharply from his forebears. The quest for Raxxla became a beacon for Alex, drawing him inexorably towards the unknown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Transformed by his father’s untimely death, Alex’s trajectory shifted from trade routes to the darker corners of the galaxy. Vengeance fueled his journey, propelling him into a life of peril and combat. The once-trader evolved, his skills in space warfare sharpening with each encounter, his name becoming whispered in the same breath as the deadly and the daring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The legend of Raxxla dangled before him like a cosmic carrot, an answer to the riddle of his father’s end. Rumors spoke of The Dark Wheel, a clandestine group as elusive as the planet they sought. Alex’s path intertwined with this shadowy collective, drawn together by a shared obsession with the planet that promised so much yet remained tantalizingly out of reach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In this cosmos of uncharted territories and lawless outposts, Alex Ryder’s tale unfolded – a saga of a trader turned warrior, seeking justice amidst the stars. His journey was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, a chronicle of transformation forged in the crucible of space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And so, in taverns where spacefarers gather, the story of Alex Ryder and Raxxla is told and retold – a space odyssey that captures the imagination, a reminder that amongst the infinite stars, anything is possible.<\/p>\nInterpretation by Ramforth<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n
This mysterious ‘Raxxla’ has been on my mind for a long time. And it’s elusiveness beckons me, even now. Some say it’s made up and not at all worth seeking. Others claim it is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In any case, I was re-tracing my steps. No. Not my steps. Alex Ryder’s steps.
I went to Lave, looking for clues. And I went to Tianisla and read about the graveyard there. These did not provide further clues, yet.
But I found something else. When I went back to Lave for a second time, I discovered this:<\/p>\n\n\n\n