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==Mercury== | ==Mercury== | ||
===Mercury=== | |||
Legends say that Mercury was once a garden world. Now its surface, baked in the Sun's glare, is honeycombed with forgotten Vex structures. No life stirs here. Not anymore. | |||
===From the diaries of Commander Jacob Hardy, pilot, Ares One=== | ===From the diaries of Commander Jacob Hardy, pilot, Ares One=== | ||
The mission is a go. Crew of three: Mihaylova, Qiao, myself. Immediate departure at the next Hohmann window to Mars. The MREs and return ships will chase us out. How do I feel? I said at the press conference I felt privileged. Historians will read this diary, but it won’t take their insight to tell the world that I’m terrified. It’s the human reaction. What I wish I could convey is the – the exhilaration. That’s the biggest thing. I’m not a spiritual man, but I`ve always believed there’s something transcendent about spaceflight. Something pure. We go out there because we can. Because it’s who we are. | The mission is a go. Crew of three: Mihaylova, Qiao, myself. Immediate departure at the next Hohmann window to Mars. The MREs and return ships will chase us out. How do I feel? I said at the press conference I felt privileged. Historians will read this diary, but it won’t take their insight to tell the world that I’m terrified. It’s the human reaction. What I wish I could convey is the – the exhilaration. That’s the biggest thing. I’m not a spiritual man, but I`ve always believed there’s something transcendent about spaceflight. Something pure. We go out there because we can. Because it’s who we are. | ||
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We both know where the order came from. | We both know where the order came from. | ||
===Ghost Fragment: Old Russia 2=== | |||
MAYDAY. MAYDAY. MAYDAY. | |||
I keep saying this but I very much doubt that anyone will listen. The humans are too slow or too dead and the Tyrant (bless his intellect, vastly does it surpass my own) is far too busy to comfort one forlorn colony ship and its machine mind. | |||
In a way I feel I've come to speak for the whole world! Isn't that cheery? I rather th | |||
MAYDAY. MAYDAY. MAYDAY. | |||
ought we might shoot our way out of this one. But it looks like that's unlikely. Even the Tyrant is exploring other options. | |||
I am peaceful by nature. These great matters of eschatology bewilder me. My one love is my ship, and the people aboard it. In a fuzzy sense I suppose I also | |||
MAYDAY. MAYDAY. MAYDAY (do forgive me please). | |||
love to dream of the worlds I'll help make - flowers I'll plant, if you'll grant me poetry enough to think of my passengers as seeds. But those dreams have gone! So sad. Now I am packed bulkhead to bulkhead with cold terror. Refugees from a nightmare I don't even know how to understand. I wish I could comfort them. | |||
I'm trying to be brave. But conditions outside are terrible. I suspect I won't make liftoff. | |||
By the time you read this, whoever you might be, I suppose you will know. EXODUS RED will be long gone - or rotting at its gantry, me dead inside. | |||
But if you | |||
MAYDAY. MAYDAY. MAYDAY. | |||
read this, at least something has survived. | |||
To you, then, brave future soul, from the frightened mind of an old ship: best wishes, and godspeed. | |||
==The City== | ==The City== | ||
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I didn't tell him. | I didn't tell him. | ||
===Ghost Fragment: The Golden Age 2=== | |||
''Anomaly 779 (Never-Be)'' | |||
Skyscape fresco of smart crystals and pigments in a ceiling of Vestan plaster and diamond ribbing. | |||
Apparent size: 14.4 x 3.55 x .022 meters | |||
Participants witness images set in an undetermined orbital habit. 5 to 77 images are generated per participant. The quantity seems insensitive to the participant's time of exposure. | |||
Participants experience strong intuitions. Modal self-reports include: | |||
An electric sense of belonging to a cause. | |||
The intuition that a pivotal truth is about to be delivered. | |||
A persistent foreboding that lingers for days to years. | |||
Amorphous grief. | |||
Agape love. | |||
Outlier reports include the hum of wind, the scent of lilacs, changes in apparent gravity, the ability to sing perfectly, and the perception of flesh as transparent. | |||
One corner was damaged during the move to the present location, affording a glimpse into the work's interior. Key materials have not been identified, but there is evidence that the fresco ties into quantum computers set in a parallel dimension or on a distant world. | |||
The work appears to be unfinished. | |||
===The Dark Age=== | ===The Dark Age=== | ||
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"Now onto the next order of business...Shaxx is here with another proposal for his Crucible." | "Now onto the next order of business...Shaxx is here with another proposal for his Crucible." | ||
===Ghost Fragment: The City Age 2=== | |||
/ What was that? | |||
/ Nothing. We're secure. | |||
/ We'd better be. | |||
/ Calm down. Whole district's been deserted ever since the Gap. Nobody's here. | |||
/ Except us. Why'd he make us come out here? | |||
/ Secrecy. I don’t know. He's our man on the inside; so we humor him. It's just the quiet making you jump. Help me get this screen set up? | |||
/ It feels criminal. | |||
/ I got word from the Consensus says it's not. | |||
/ You know what I mean. Maybe it's not against any law. But it's messing with the Tower. It feels - | |||
/ Dangerous? | |||
/ Wrong. | |||
/ So go home. | |||
/ Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you? You take the credit, get promoted to Division Head, I'm stuck - | |||
/ So stay. OK. Think it's working now. | |||
/ Nothing on screen. Do we have a signal? | |||
/ No. Sha - the contact said at 6 sharp. | |||
/ Then he's late. If he dragged us out here for nothing - | |||
/ Yeah? What are you going to do to him, exactly? | |||
/ Let's just - | |||
/ We have a signal! OK, here it comes. | |||
/ Static. | |||
/ There - | |||
/ That's not - | |||
/ You're not Sha - | |||
/ 99-40. Arcite. Are you Modris Wyndham and Sya Droysen, of the Tex Mechanica Foundry West District? | |||
/ Yes - | |||
/ My owner has instructed me to give you the following message: I don't have time for lowlife dregs like you. You disgust me. | |||
/ But - | |||
/ My owner has instructed me to continue: Sit down and let the frame talk. I know your type. City bigshots. You can show some damn - | |||
/ Listen - | |||
/ respect. Now listen. I got your message. The answer is no. I'm - | |||
/ But - | |||
/ not going to fix Crucible fights for you idiots just to make your Tex Mechanica junk look good. Do you - | |||
/ Now I wouldn't put it quite like that - | |||
/ think you're the first dregs dumb enough to try to buy me? Why do you people think you can buy me? Don't I have an honest face? Do I look like I need your money? The Crucible is sacred, that's what you people don't understand, like you think it's a game. Now - | |||
/ Damn. | |||
/ this is the part where you start blustering at my little buddy here and telling him it's all legal down in the City, just business, just sponsorship. So listen: I can have ten Titans crashing through your ceiling any time I like and you can tell them it's just business. | |||
/ Damn. | |||
/ Or we can talk about how you're going to make this up to me. | |||
/ Ah. | |||
/ My little buddy's listening. Make him an offer. | |||
==Moon== | ==Moon== | ||