[Spoken: Jonny d'Ville]
At the head of the great round table there stood an empty chair. Its sharp form dominated the room, seemingly oblivious to the creeping rust. Two of the company had tried to sit there, a pair of deputies whose names were quickly forgotten. One died instantly, the other started screaming, and didn't stop until his own death a few months later. So now it stood empty. 

None of this put off Galahad, who walked in at the height of the day’s scorching heat and approached. 

[Man (Gunpowder Tim)]
“Wouldn’t do that, preacher man.”

[Galahad]
“Don’t recall asking your opinion, son.”

[Jonny d'Ville]
And Galahad sat down. 

Long ago, a star-faring civilisation decided to build a space station of unparalleled size and power, in close orbit to their sun, Avalon. What happened to them is a mystery, but the station, named by its creators as Fort Galfridian, was never finished – its work crews abandoned centuries ago. 

The chair in question was known to these ancients as a Siege Seat – it would lock your mind directly into the station. All of Fort Galfridian's knowledge and sensors. Which would have been fine if it wasn’t in a decaying orbit, gradually falling into the sun. 

The overwhelming heat and information overload was too much for most minds, leaving them cracked and broken. And Galahad was no different, it’s just that the holy roller had a rather unique interpretation of what he saw.