Deceiver Dyson Sphere

Jade lumens flickered to life across the vast space that they now found themselves in. In the emerald radiance, Fabius saw that their platform was one among hundreds, each set equidistant from the others, and at varying heights, mounted atop deceptively thin towers of some smooth, featureless metal. Instinctively, he activated his armour’s augurs, trying to create a sensor map of his surroundings.

Each of the platforms was connected by a single walkway to the edge of an immense, circular tier. There were thousands of tiers, rising to impossible heights, and descending to imperceptible depths, all along the vertical curve of what could only be a colossal sphere.

Each of the tiers was occupied by what appeared to be a labyrinth of prismatic galleries, winding back into the heart of the vast structure. And all were slowly, almost imperceptibly, moving. Rotating the way a world might turn in its place in the firmament. ‘Maybe an artificial gravity well, keeping the megastructure from flying apart,’ he murmured in awe, despite himself.

Questions sped across the surface of his mind, one after the next. This place was nothing so much as a gargantuan orrery, built around a caged power source of incalculable potency. ‘I was right,’ he said, thumping the ramp of the gunship with the ferrule of his sceptre. The sound echoed loudly in the silence. ‘It’s a Dyson Sphere.

Fabius Bile: Clonelord