Black hole safe
A mucked up spaceship settles to a stop in the middle of nowhere.
Smoke billows from one of the engines and lights flicker outside and inside through the windows.
"Roman! When is the last time you checked the converter couplings?"
"Six months ago, the guy said they're good for-"
"And you believed him? For methuselah's sake man, we were in the griftiest, darkest most scoundrel filled junkyard part of the Galaxy, what did you think he would say?"
"He looked honest, the top hat helped sell the story, he even gave it to me."
"Give me that, it's probably go a tracker in it."
Wyatt took the hat and smashed it, and jettisoned it from the ship.
"That was my lucky hat."
Wyatt rolled his eyes.
"I think we're here. The coordinates I got place the black hole right in front of us."
"I don't see anything" Said roman.
"It's a black hole against a black backdrop." Said Wyatt in an annoyed tone.
"What kind of intel did you get on this black hole, what's so special about this one, versus the one we almost flew into." Said Roman.
"This ones got a secret locked in it"
"Like metaphorically? Philosophically? Help me out."
"There is a secret locked in there, someone put information on a" Wyatt drew a blank, "something, and put it in there for safe keeping."
"What? I can't even begin to understand why someone would do that, or how? Isn't it lost for good, irretrievable? You go in and die" said roman.
"I guess that's the paradox, you learn the secret, but die knowing. I hope it's worth dying for."
"Well maybe it's not completely lost, maybe they have some tether on it and you pull it out." Said roman.
"Impossible, unless it's man made, maybe it's voice activated." Said Wyatt.
"Maybe you're stupid, how could a black hole be voice activated?"
"Maybe it was man made I said!"
Said Wyatt with frustration.
"How can you make a black hole?"
"Maybe it's a fake one and it's built to throw off people like us. So we either take the ship in, or you watch me die in a suit." Said Wyatt.
"You don't even know what the secret is, and you're willing to chance death? You got this info from the same junkyard part of the Galaxy I got those couplings from, how do you know it's good Intel?"
Asked roman.
"Because I stole it from a business man, he was in the wrong place, over dressed for that solar system, I mean who even goes to earth?"
"We do." Responded roman, "desperate people who need couplings and a cool top hat." He said with annoyance.
"Besides, how do you know that doesn't have a tracker on it" Roman pointed to the glass square Wyatt was holding, it had holographic lettering on it.
"Maybe it's a trap, or a joke, or even a prank" Said roman.
"Yes, I know I've thought of it all. I'm terrified, but it has to be something truly special for someone to lock it up in a light forsaken dungeon."
"If someone managed to lock up anything and put it in there, and if there is a remote chance it's even retrievable, we're dealing with powerful people. People who have surveillance on this thing."
"I scanned, there isn't anything, and that's smart, they don't want to draw attention to this."
"Ok, fine, let's do it, quarter speed ahead." Said roman.
"Why quarter?" Asked Wyatt.
"That's all the power we have, plus it gives me time to use the bathroom before event horizon."
"Onward to possible death, or the biggest blackmail scheme ever."
The engines billowed smoke as it chugged along towards impending doom.