Once a kind kindred soul with a love of traveling the galaxy on the Celestial Express Jambalaya the Adventurer found herself in a peculiar situation.  Whether her affliction was caused by one too many trips around a black hole or bouncing too close to those strange quasars, or a conceptually absurd anomaly, she would never know.  Despite her ignorance to the principle origin of her plight her tribulation was obvious.  When a hundred years has come and gone and she had seen those she had known in life wither and grow dim the her plight reared its curious head.  When another hundred years had come and gone and the life she formerly lead had long since turned to dust along with everyone she had ever know save for her faithful companion on her adventures throughout the galaxy Jambalaya fell into a deep depression.  Black and deep as the odd singularities that consume reality, her depression cast her adrift among the stars. With the capital and savvy built over the course of nearly three lifetimes she purchased a Celestial Train and set out in search of answers with no intention to return until she had found some answers.   No one can say for sure where she went or what she may have seen  out beyond furthest scattered arms of stars in the void between galaxies.  Civilization rose and fell within the systems of stars in the Milky Way.  Wars raged, peace reigned, conflict and compromise circled one another like hungry feral beasts.  Threats to the very existence to all life in the galaxy came and went and were all but forgotten in the most misconstrued myths.  2000 years later reports of an impossibly long and conceptually ancient Celestial Express began to pop up.  At first it seemed to be quietly searching for something. Entering a system through a previously unknown or forgotten method of travel, vigorously scanning the dead and abandoned planets and planetoids, then vanishing as quickly as it had arrived.  Only the briefest of glimpses and reports could be made.  No hail were answered.  No ship was fast enough to catch it due to the unique mode of travel.  For 1000 years this Celestial Phantom train popped up around the Galaxy until itself had become a silent living legend.  Due to its elusive silent nature entire civilizations swore it either Ghost or God.  Zelots used its existence as proof of Dogma, Politicians used it as fear to fuel their agendas, Generals used its uncertainty to bloat their budgets, the people used it as hope. Technology came in tides receding and advancing until  after 1000 years of the predictable rise and fall of the waves of civilization they found themselves able to catch up.

They could not follow the train into the Sidereal Fold it created but once it appeared in a system they were able to converge upon it before it left.  Diplomacy was tried at first. Yet, it went about its perplexing business as if it were alone in space. Legions of civilian ships waited for it in each system for a chance to get near this legendary vessel in hopes that some belief structure was validated.  Yet, only frustration seemed to be forthcoming. Silent, indomitable, and completely unresponsive to the hails and need that surrounded it, the Celestial Phantom turned from Legend to curse. When after a hundred years of failed attempts at contact had been accumulated, it was deemed that if this "legend" would not capitulate to communication, it would be forced to.  Efforts were made to predict where it would slip to next.  The inability to track the Celestial Heretic caused the frustration to fester into something nearer to hate. When by mere chance that the Celestial Heretic slipped into the outer reaches of a system that itself was a closely guarded military secret, the research facilities thought they had finally got their chance. Interdiction fields and false wells were errected with haste in order to try to slow or stop the Celestial Heretic all together.  Two fleets nearby were ordered to the system with haste. The Milky Way Federation had finally "caught" the Celestial Heretic.  Surrounded on all sides by the best the MWF had to offer the Celestial Heretic was ordered to respond.  When no response was given and no threat other than the corrupted assumptions due to the fear of the unknown, an attempt to board was made.  Until now, erratic and mysterious as the Celestial Heretic had been, it had not caused a single loss of life or property. When the boarding ship attempted to latch on to the back of the colossal train's engineering car it vanished into atoms as a gravitational toroid was formed around the Celestial Heretic.  The response was instant, the military might struck at the Celestial Heretic with all its might but found themselves pouring energy into open space.  Wild Toroid was gone as was their quarry.  While the fleet sat confused and frustrated the Celestial Heretic appeared at nearly the same instant it had left deep in the same system in orbit around the moon orbiting the MWF's primary research planet.  Before the Fleet could intercept or the planetary defenses turned to target this unexpected arrival, two dozen torpedoes left the Celestial Heretic headed for the surface of the moon.  Populated with mostly shipyards and refineries the moon was unable to react to the threat in time.  As the first torpedo struck, the Celestial Heretic slipped from the system again as the Fleet arrived in time to the see the gravatonic warheads fire simultaneously, to cause cavitation of the moon's surface.  With impossible slowness the moon shattered into a hellish mass of continental sized debris.  It took two days for the first chunks to reach the planet, all efforts had been made to evacuate as much as possible, but with the tidal forces disrupted and orbit between the moon and planetary surface filled with debris, little could be saved. Within the space of a year 7 MWF facilities suffered the same fate. As the surface of the 7th planet was bombarded by own moon a video cast was sent to heart of the MWF.  

A woman with one eye sat in a heavy throne with a cold look of determination shaded with a sense of misery.  For a long moment she sat just staring at the camera, into the eyes of every viewer as if to make sure that everyone was listening. With a growl her only words were spread galaxy wide, before the video was cut with clacking teeth and a snarl. "Leave me alone." Echoed around the system and slowly died into myth and legend.  She was not seen again in the life time of those that had heard the words, nor the ten generations that followed. The silent Phantom fell in to myth as the Celestial Demon that came from outside our galaxy to consume our planets.  500 years of panicked progress was attempted before the eventual ebb and flow of society caught up and once again the Galaxy fell in on itself in petty squabbles and stagnation. 500 years of gradual progress came as the Milky Way climbed back out of its self imposed dark age for the countless time.

Reports of the Celestial Demon began to appear again around the Galaxy's Core worlds.  Planet after planet was vigorously searched at is lay in low orbit, anyone that neared was turned to atoms, anyone that stood in the way of the vicious pirate crew was cut down without word.  What was searched for was never understood, but it became common knowledge; when The Celestial Envoy entered a system you left the system. She continues to search to this day, for what, no one rightly knows.  Some say alien artifact, some say a lost love, some say she is a ghost cursed to forever wander the stars searching for her  forgotten mausoleum.  Whatever the case, Dredd Space Pirate Jambalaya the Immortal Bitch Queen of the Pibbles continues to be driven by her tenacious need for the unknown.

Seen here with her First Mate Mr. Samson sporting Cybernetic Mandala Spheres (three weapon spheres, three sensor spheres, three shield spheres) and telepathic implants to allow him to communicate directly with his Captain. Jambalaya sports her floating cybernetic eye, her floating Herald "Polly", and twin Gravitational Lances (can fire a "repulsion" beam, or a "soft" singularity)

Part of Jambalaya's Universe