Story
This page is a continuing archive of all stories that have been released to date and the respective vote outcomes, as well as the relevant faction stories for each chapter. Faction stories will not be updated until the current vote has concluded so as to avoid spoilers.
Prologue
In the beginning…
In a time before the current galactic calendar was established, the two central factions on Earth – the Empire and the Federation – took to the stars, each beckoned there by a different promise: for the Empire, it was glory; for the Federation, it was freedom.
Inevitably, there was conflict between the two factions, and from this divide the Union sprang forth: a group claiming allegiance to neither faction, their call to the stars was separate and wholly their own; for the Union’s vision was one of progress.
As the factions carved out their own sections of space, the Sol system and the Earth gradually became the centre of what would come to be known as the Core Systems. As they grew, each faction also discovered a powerful artifact for themselves: the Bastion, the Oracle and the Nexus. These artifacts were found to be ancient, far predating any recorded human history.
With the discovery of artifacts also came the discovery of Quantum, a material found inside the artifact’s aged circuits, as well as in smaller quantities on other planets far beyond the Core Systems. Quantum was a near miraculous substance, a vast source of energy capable of instantly changing its own molecular structure. Its appearance heralded a new age of technology, and swiftly the factions became caught up in a frantic struggle for power, with each of them fighting over every scrap of Quantum they could find.
These skirmishes soon blossomed into an all-out war, one which might have brought about the end of humanity, had it not been for the sudden destruction of the Sol system, and the Earth along with it. The cause of this terrible event is still unknown, and over the course of galactic history the finger has been pointed at all three of the known factions. It is possible we may never truly know what happened to humanity’s home.
However, the complete annihilation of an entire star system shook the faction leaders into drastic action. In the area of space that the solar system had once occupied, they brokered a peace between the three factions. This would be the first meeting of the Universal Council, a conglomerate in which representatives from the Empire, the Federation and the Union would oversee each faction, in order to prevent such a calamity from happening again.
Today, it has been five hundred years since the destruction of the Sol system. Quantum is scarce, and its use is highly regulated by the Universal Council. Though the lives of people within the factions are relatively peaceful, tensions between the factions are on the rise once again. This fragile peace could shatter at any moment, and it is up to the voters of the Council to maintain the balance of power in the face of impending war.
Are you ready to make your mark on the world of PlanetQuest?
Chapter 1: The Catalyst
The Catalyst
Report from the 17th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on board station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ji Young-Joo, Moira Craine, Gloria Morell
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, San’a, Elijah Burke
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Haley Nguyen, Mandla Bankole
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
Three planets on the outskirts of Federation space have reported several large blips in their communications network. From the information being provided, it seems the signal isn’t so much being cut off as it is being replaced by another. The blips follow a consistent pattern, which would indicate a conflicting signal emanating from somewhere out beyond the Core Systems. The miners on Vargas, the farthest out planet affected by the blips, have claimed to hear whispers cutting through the static.
It would appear that something is calling out, perhaps even to us. But if not to us, then to who, or to what? Regardless, for a network powered by the Nexus to falter in such a way is certainly irregular, and this situation more than merits some kind of expedition. However, due to the Council’s continued efforts to evacuate those affected by the Quantum fallout in Kepler-7, our resources are limited, and we can only afford to send one fleet. It may be worth sending an investigative force of technicians and researchers, so as to fully analyze the source of the signal if it’s discovered. On the other hand, the signal’s origin or surroundings may well be malicious, in which case the use of a military force would be more advisable if we want to recover it at all. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Should the Council send an investigative force beyond the Core Systems, or a military one?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote.
Transmission from San’a, Valkyrie of the Federation and representative of President Lee
Good sol, Explorers. Allow me to be the first to formally welcome you into the Universal Council on behalf of the Federation. Such a clear expression of modern liberty is heartening to see. As you should have already noted, this current vote concerns our faction directly; our mining colonies are a vital part of our trade agreements with other factions, and effective communication on planets like Vargas is crucial to maintaining production. SpyreCorp, the overseeing corporation on Vargas, has understandably withheld this from the Council, but there have already been several… accidents caused by these “blips” in the network. I have been assured by a representative for President Lee that she is currently working with SpyreCorp to provide temporary backup communications, but that this may take some time.
Meanwhile, we should do everything we can to prevent this signal from doing more harm to Vargas and any other planets. To my frustration, the rest of the Council is unmoving in their decision to only send one fleet, even though the Kepler-7 incident involves only the Empire and the Union. Nonetheless, we must work with the options given to us, and excel. As Federation citizens, I am sure you are no strangers to this. The voting will be opened fifteen minutes from now, and whichever option has the majority will be the single vote cast for the Federation. As such, you would do well to discuss with your peers before deciding. How we proceed is up to you, Explorers.
Stay vigilant.
San’a
A directive from Ji Young-Joo, emissary of the Emperor
It is yet another glorious day across the Empire, Explorers! Know that you have the blessings of our Emperor, and carry yourself accordingly. To represent this faction at the seat of the Universal Council is an honor bestowed onto few. It may please some of you to know that, though the current incident at the Forge World Kepler-7 has left many within the Empire shaken, the timely intervention of the Third Fleet, led by Ivona Craine, 2nd granddaughter to Imperator Solas, is continuing to ensure the safety of all essential Imperial citizens on the planet.
Regarding the vote: his eminence the Emperor – may he outlive the stars – seems to have taken somewhat of an interest in this Explorer program, not least because of the current situation within the Federation. For some time now, the Oracle has been singing to him and its Keepers of the roads beyond our stars, of conquest and glory everlasting. It would appear that this signal may be a sign, a sign that the time is right to move beyond our Core Systems. The fact that the signal is capable of disrupting the Nexus is particularly… interesting. Whatever the method, we should seek to uncover this signal’s origin, to either subjugate or analyze it. You should all best be ready, as the voting process will begin fifteen minutes from now. The majority of your votes will be cast as the single vote for the Empire. The watchful eyes of the Emperor are now upon you, Explorers.
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Haley Nguyen, Union member and Vox representative
Hello Comrades! I must admit, I find it at once amusing and encouraging that the Council is finally trying its hand at more “radical” democratic principles with this Explorer Program. Makes you wonder how they slipped that one past old Solas. Nevertheless, more voices on Ignis are always welcome as far as the Vox is concerned, and I don’t doubt that you represent the very best of us.
We’re unfortunately nowhere close to figuring out what might have caused the Quantum Drive to overload as our cargo ship was leaving Kepler-7; the leading theory is still Imperial sabotage. Until we find proof of that though, our objective is still to aid in the evacuation of the planet as best we can.
Either way, the Vox agrees with the Council that the situation with the Federation’s mining planets needs to be addressed. The question is: how? A military force might seem too hostile, but it’s quite likely we’ll need brute force to access the source of the signal, even if it isn’t hazardous. An investigative force, on the other hand, would be able to deal with the signal upon arrival, minimizing any damage to the miners– I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you that we can’t count on the Feds to take care of their workers. If this signal can disrupt the Nexus, it might also be able to affect the Bastion, which is worth keeping in mind. Anyway, that’s all from me; votes will open in fifteen minutes, with the Union’s vote being decided by your majority. We’ll leave the decision in your capable hands, Explorers.
Here’s to a brighter tomorrow.
Haley
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Military 1 (Empire) , Investigative 2 (Federation,Union)
The final vote is in favor of sending an investigative fleet beyond the Core Systems, to locate and investigate the origin of this mysterious signal. The necessary scientific equipment, as well as adequate military protection, has been provided, and the fleet will be departing soon.
Station Ignis
Radiographers, Quantum researchers, and extra-Core experts gather around their assigned ships, doing last minute equipment checks. A figure moves among them, stepping in time with the dissonant hum of the machines. Her gait is purposeful, impatient. A flash of blue glances off the Union insignia on her collar. When she passes, members of the crew straighten up and refocus - no one wants to be on Sera Varse’s bad side today. The tails of a trenchcoat whip up behind her, catching the draft of a low-spec Quantum Drive. She surveys the crowd and furrows her brow. So much talent, dragged away from Kepler-7 on a wild goose chase. People could still be out there, her brother could still be out there; caught in the wreckage, waves of Quantum energy ripping them apart-
She inhales, and allows the smoke to calm her down. It smells like home, filled with screams of metal and whispers of circuitry. It’s ten years now since she joined the Council’s forces, ten years since she last set foot on the rain-soaked streets of Arnum. Briefly, Sera makes space for remembering. She thinks of mother, of the fields, and the thick copper wires in the scrapyard. If what the Feds are saying is true, this signal’s like nothing they’ve ever seen before. Sera knows what that means: the likelihood of her fleet returning from this mission is slim.
The lights on the landing platform slowly grow dim. Sera assists with the final checkups and ushers her crew inside their ships. She glances over their faces as the boarding ramps pull up: Keiran, Dana, Selin. Some names she remembers, others she does not. On the bridge, the shutters on the command ship’s windows glide open. The expanse of space beckons, its grim void inviting them in. They’ve begun tracking the signal, though it’ll be a day's travel before they reach it. If they don’t come back from this, she’s never seeing her brother’s face again. Better come back then.
As the metal hull of the command ship detaches itself from station Ignis, Sera Varse settles into the back of her chair and smirks. If the stars wanted to take her, they were going to have to do a damn good job of it.
Panopea Transmission
3rd report on the investigative mission from Vargas, outside Federation space
Our fleet has successfully tracked the unknown signal close to its source. Despite speculation in my last report that the signal may have simply been caused by rogue technology drifting through space, we have followed the signal to a solar system, which comprises around fifteen planets and two stars. Upon arrival in the system, our ship’s sensors were assaulted by ambient interference (detailed below). This, along with increased proximity to the signal, made it harder to estimate the signal’s exact location. Thankfully, after orbital analysis of several planets, as well as further decryption of the signal, we believe our technicians have found the planet from which the signal originates. We have dubbed this planet Mímir. At the moment, we are preparing to descend to its surface, and will continue to narrow down the signal’s location from there.
There is, however, another matter which I believe should be brought to the Council’s attention. As stated previously, upon entering the system the equipment of the Panopea, along with that of the rest of our fleet, began picking up strong readings from all directions. Further analyses of the planets confirmed our initial suspicions: the planets within this system all contain high-density deposits of Quantum, to a degree unheard of even in previous expeditions beyond the Core Systems. What’s more, these planets appear to have rich, flourishing ecosystems, with a huge variety of flora and wildlife. This is again quite irregular, and those in our crew with expertise in biospheres have suggested the two phenomena – of Quantum deposits and increased bio-diversity - might be connected.
I would suggest that the Council send several cargo and mining vessels to our location, in order to begin excavation and recovery of these Quantum deposits, while the Panopea and its fleet proceed with the rest of the mission. This will also help eliminate some of the interference, and allow us to speed up our search. I will contact you again once a base has been established on the surface, though with the increased interference from Quantum it will still likely take us several days to pinpoint the signal’s exact coordinates.
Transmission ends.
Chapter 2: The Crimson Wolves
The Crimson Wolves
Report from the 18th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on board station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ji Young-Joo, Moira Craine, Cael’an Ashuret
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, San’a, Kim Lee
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Haley Nguyen, Mandla Bankole
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
…once the initial recovery vessels have been sent out, the Council will, indeed, decide on what actions to take regarding the incoming Quantum shipments from Sera Varse’s expedition. Thank you for your concerns, President Adonis.
The Council is pleased to report that the situation in Kepler-7 is progressing smoothly. The Imperial Forge World is halfway toward being evacuated, and the waves of Quantum energy from the Pinnacle – the Union mercenary ship orbiting the planet - appear to be decreasing in frequency. It is only a matter of time before our research fleets are able to approach the wreck and investigate the cause of the Quantum Drive’s malfunction.
Unfortunately, there is now another issue within the Kepler system which demands the Council’s immediate attention: due to the unrest around Kepler-7, other planets in the system have been targeted by a group of pirates known as “the Crimson Wolves”. Their supposed leader, Montez Lycanis, is a disgraced Imperial noble now styling himself a “pirate lord”. The Crimson Wolves’ ships have mainly been employing guerilla tactics to avoid further detection, and many of the Empire’s Forge colonies have already suffered severe losses. Since the Kepler system remains on the border of Empire and Union territory, policing these actions falls under the Universal Council’s jurisdiction.
Though it is known that the Crimson Wolves have a command ship, it has yet to make its presence known in these attacks. As such, we cannot predict where or when the pirates will strike next, and our forces will need to spread out while we attempt to locate this ship. It is likely our forces will suffer severe losses if we proceed with this course of action. There is, however, another option. Ivona Craine, commander of the Empire’s Third Fleet and 2nd granddaughter to their Emperor, has come forward saying that the Third Fleet has tracked the Crimson Wolves to their command ship. She is willing to share this information, on the condition that the Council launch an assault on the command ship with Ivona herself at the helm, and that the body of Montez, dead or alive, be handed over to the Empire. This would mean abandoning defense of the colonies in favor of eliminating the root of the problem. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Should the Council spread its forces out and defend the Forge colonies, or should we accept Ivona Craine’s proposal and attack the Crimson Wolves’ command ship head-on?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote.
Transmission from San’a, Valkyrie of the Federation and representative of President Lee
Good Sol, Explorers! Congratulations on the first successful vote of the Explorer Program. Sending an investigative fleet has proved to be most effective, and will potentially bring in vast amounts of Quantum from beyond the Core Systems. However, what President Adonis raised during the conference bears repeating: the factions must work together to avoid a tragedy like the Sol system’s destruction, and investing this influx of Quantum into the Federation’s structured and stable corporations would be an important step towards that goal.
President Lee, who temporarily left Vargas to attend this conference, has also shared a general update on the situation there: Though the unknown signal continues to disrupt Nexus comms, the new communication infrastructure installed by SpyreCorp has significantly lessened the number of tragic accidents. Though only a temporary solution, SpyreCorp’s infrastructure has allowed Vargas to continue production, which for now is more than satisfactory.
As for the current vote, it is disheartening to see yet more resources be spent in the ongoing situation around Kepler-7. All the same, the Crimson Wolves are not a threat to be taken lightly: many of the Federation’s own systems have suffered from their attacks in the past, and eliminating the pirates’ leader would be very beneficial. The only question is whether the Empire, and in particular, Ivona, are disclosing the full scope of their intentions here. On the other hand, if the Council spreads out its defenses and holds the Crimson Wolves off, the pirates may well give up on Kepler, but might then move closer to Federation-controlled systems, forcing us to deal with them directly.
Stay vigilant.
San’a
A directive from Ji Young-Joo, emissary of the Emperor
The Emperor’s majesty shines upon you this day, Explorers! Imperator Solas – may he outlive the stars - commends you for your excellent judgment on the last vote. It is a pity the other factions are not blessed with his wisdom, nor the guidance of the Oracle. Nonetheless, this new influx of Quantum shows our Emperor’s forethought in trusting this expedition; though it may be headed by scum from an ignoble and vice-ridden Union system, no doubt the Empire will soon reap the benefits of their discoveries.
On to this bastard Montez, this pretender who styles himself a lord among peasants, and persists in using the name of the Imperial house of Lycanis even after his exile. Lady Ivona, in her grace and wisdom, has deigned to convey her prodigious strategic insights to the Council, and what do they do? They quiver, they cower; they ask you to vote! An attack on the Crimson Wolves’ command ship would allow us to put this disgrace of a noble to justice.
Even so, it has reached my ears that while the Emperor approves of his granddaughter’s candor, and has no qualms about her military prowess after the victory at Twilight Eden, his eminence urges her not to get swept up by the impulses of youth; it may still be more fruitful in the long run to ordain that the Council defend the Imperial Forge Worlds, and to engage Montez later, on the Empire’s own terms.
As before, the voting process will begin fifteen minutes from now. Your vote belongs to the Empire, Explorers. Use it well, and let the songs of the Oracle light the path toward glory!
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Haley Nguyen, Union member and Vox representative
Hello Comrades- I’ll just say it: I don’t like this setup one bit. I’m sure some of you have also lost family and friends to the Third Fleet, so I’ll spare you the details, but safe to say I’d sooner recommend trusting a dozen venomous snakes than I would a cold-hearted monster like Ivona Craine.
Good job on the last vote though; the Vox is still undecided on how to deal with the discovered Quantum, but it’s definitely better to have it with the Council than just floating around, waiting for someone to grab it. Good to have one of our own leading the fleet too; I’ve heard amazing things about Sera from several Vox reps, and it seems like she’s more than up to the task. Apparently Casper Varse was also part of the Twin Suns’ unit manning the Pinnacle when it… you know. From the looks of it, the ship will be accessible again soon, and we’ll be able to check for survivors then.
Regarding the new vote: it looks like either way the Council slices it, people are going to suffer. Of course, the workers on the Imperial colonies don’t get much of a choice. Nor do they deserve to be thrust out the airlock just so Miss Craine can fulfill her little revenge fantasy. Thing is, if we send out troops to defend them, one-third of those soldiers are going to be Union, and with resources spread this thin, it’s not going to be pretty. Do we leave Imperial slaves to die, by no fault of their own, and wipe out a potential threat? Or do we let our own soldiers go down defending Imperials? I don’t envy you right now, I have to say. Votes will open in fifteen minutes; do what you think is right, Explorers.
Here’s to a brighter tomorrow.
Haley
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Attack the command ship 2 (Empire,Federation) , Defend the colonies 1 (Union)
The final vote is in favor of accepting the information volunteered by Ivona Craine, and launching an assault on the Crimson Wolves’ command ship. Ivona Craine has shared the coordinates of the command ship with the Council’s forces, and command of the available military squadrons has been transferred to her. The offensive force will be setting out on immediately, as per the current acting commander’s directions.
Urgent Information
The following is a transmission from Yang Chen, captain of the Cossack.
Origin: Alder, ship of squadron Baerle-3.
Dating: Battle #1 in Kepler system: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: mission report
This is Yang Chen, squadron, u-um, Roche-7. Sorry, I’m… still a little shaken. Never seen anything like it. Commanding a single fleet is one thing, but a hundred- no, over a hundred ships! And with an ease that’s… it’s hard to describe. I don’t believe any of the crew used inter-fleet comms. We didn’t need to- the fleets were like a single unit.
Locating the command ship went well enough. There weren’t even that many Crimson Wolves fighters - only a dozen or so - but our offensive operation was quick, and merciless. From the moment her first command came in, there was no letting up the intensity. Again and again she had us rush the command ship, all but ignoring the surrounding fighters. We were a battering ram, single-minded, striking blow after blow against its hull. When they retaliated, we scattered, like a flock of birds, not taking a single shot.
In those moments, she’d give each ship individual instructions. The fleets fell into a rhythm, but it was never predictable, not once. Even when ships were going down around us, none of the crew panicked. There was something about her way of talking, a confidence that made you feel like you were untouchable. I don’t know how Montez held out as long as he did; Ivona’s fighter didn’t even leave the Tempest until his ship was almost falling apart. I hear she dragged him from the wreck herself. No idea if it’s true, but I wouldn’t be surprised.
When the offensive was over, it was like coming out of a trance, or waking up from a dream where everything made sense. At least, that’s how I’d describe it. I’d wager everyone was feeling something similar. That’s probably why it felt like the explosion came out of nowhere.
I can’t remember who noticed it first, just remember seeing space around the command ship warp, rushing for my helmet before the observation deck’s window shattered. Light poured in- it’s funny, I never thought of light as solid before, but that’s what it was. Solid light. Thick lines of it, bursting into the deck. I held on as much as I could, couldn’t hear anything over the rush of air. Though I do remember- anyway, after a couple seconds the light cleared, and it was… gone. The entire command ship, just… gone. The fighters around it too, I think, and some of our own. I’m sorry, that’s as much as I can remember and, I- my head hurts. Can you take me back to the-
Relevant section of report ends.
Captain Chen’s account corresponds to others that detail the events concluding the attack on the Crimson Wolves. Every single one describes this warping of space, along with a strange light, the color of which seems to vary. The exact cause of the command ship’s disappearance remains unclear. Early analysis of the spike in energy from the ship has confirmed that its Quantum drives were engaged; however, it is impossible for Quantum drives to transport multiple ships, let alone unwilling ones. Five of the squadrons involved in this attack have completely disappeared, and locating them is currently a high priority operation for the Council.
The Forge colonies in the Kepler system have suffered severe losses, as anticipated. Near a quarter of them are now defunct, and the death toll is close to a million, perhaps more. The Crimson Wolves’ fighters that attacked the colonies have thankfully retreated; most likely they have left the system, and given the absence of their command ship, it is unlikely they will reappear soon. Ivona Craine and the Third Fleet – both largely unharmed – have also departed the Kepler system, bringing the body of Montez Lycanis to the Empire’s Inner Rim. They have refused to disclose to the Universal Council whether or not Montez is currently alive.
Chapter 3: The Shard
The Shard
Report from the 19th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on board station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ji Young-Joo, Moira Craine, Cael’an Ashuret
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, San’a, Elijah Burke
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Haley Nguyen, Mandla Bankole
After these recent events in the Kepler system, the evacuation of Kepler-7 has slowed down somewhat, but is still on track to be completed before the 22nd conference. Investigations around the five missing ships are still in their early stages, and have yielded no results as of yet.
The Universal Council has received word from Commander Varse’s expedition, which was sent out to investigate an unknown signal disturbing communications on the Federation’s mining planets. It appears Commander Varse’s fleet may at last have discovered the source of said signal. From the commander’s report, it would seem the origin of the signal is a large black shard, which has lodged itself into the walls of a cave system on the planet Mímir. The shard measures about 15 feet in height and 4,5 feet in diameter.
From initial experiments it appears the shard reacts to organic matter, with any such contact causing the signal it emits to increase in intensity. Another peculiar aspect to the shard is that there are vast Quantum deposits concentrated around it. This in itself would be strange, as Quantum is usually found in isolated deposits, but the Quantum also seems to be reacting to the shard; amplifying the signal further.
Normal procedure would be to remove the shard from the cave, and have the fleet transport it back to station Ignis for research with more advanced equipment. However, Commander Varse mentions in her report that she is skeptical of the shard being the entire source of this signal. She presents a theory that suggests this initial shard is a conduit- that the actual signal originates from something larger, further inside the planet Mímir. She advises against removing the shard, stating that “if we take this thing [the shard] out of the earth, any chance of locating the original signal will be lost”. Proving Commander Varse’s theory would require her research team to remain on the planet’s surface for some time, so as to analyze the shard and determine whether or not its signal is unique.
Commander Varse does admit that this is a hypothesis, not a certainty, and that removing the shard may provide a more immediate solution to the problem, by severing the signal’s link with the Quantum in the cave. She makes clear that even if there is another origin to the signal, removing the shard may well weaken the signal enough to mitigate any impact on the Core Systems. In light of these considerations, she has asked the Universal Council to provide directives on how her fleet should proceed next. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Should the research fleet remove the shard, in preparation for transportation and extensive research on board station Ignis, or should the shard and the fleet remain on Mímir, to conduct further analysis on the shard’s signal, and possibly discover said signal’s true nature?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote.
Transmission from San’a, Valkyrie of the Federation and representative of President Lee
Good sol, Explorers. While what happened within the Kepler system was truly a tragedy, the Federation commends you for your well-considered judgment in the face of the dilemma. Such is the cost of dealing with factions like the Empire and the Union; one chooses to allow its own people to die, while the other votes to ignore a threat to all of the Core Systems. Rest assured, if the Federation’s planets are similarly threatened, we will have sufficient security measures in place to avoid such heavy casualties.
As it stands, our current vote will also require some form of compromise. Though pursuing Commander Varse’s hypothesis surely seems like the way forward for progress, it is only a hypothesis as of yet. Progress is often made in increments, and moving forward into the unknown requires caution. A fool’s errand can, eventually, end up harming more people than just the fool; being a Valkyrie has taught me as much. It is, of course, not at all surprising that a member of the Union is found lacking in such judgment, but I digress.
This being said, we mustn’t forget to consider the situation on Vargas and its sister planets. As mentioned in the last transmission, the sooner communications are restored, the better. Following Commander Varse’s investigation through to its end would be the most reliable way to reach that goal. Furthermore, until system-wide communications are restored, there is currently no way to efficiently funnel mining resources from the planet. President Lee estimates that only a few weeks remain before the mined resources exceed our facilities’ capacity, at which point her sector will begin to suffer severe financial losses.
It is in our best interests to conclude this as swiftly as possible, but moving too quickly might incur even more risk. The voting opens in fifteen minutes, Explorers; I’m confident you’ll make the right call again.
Stay vigilant.
San’a
A directive from Ji Young-Joo, emissary of the Emperor
What a magnificent time to be a citizen of our Empire, Explorers! What a triumph! The commander of our Third Fleet has brought back the bastard Montez to our exalted Emperor – may he outlive the stars – and shown the galaxy that the might of the Empire is truly unmatched!
Imperator Solas has ordained that a public execution of this “pirate lord” shall be held on the Eden of House Lycanis, to allow the nobles of the house to bear witness to the restoration of their honor. Concluding this, a festival will be held on Eden Lycanis to celebrate the flawless victory of Ivona Craine, as well as the lives of those on the Forge Worlds of Kepler, who bravely gave their lives for the capture of an Imperial enemy.
As for the current vote: from what our Emperor has deigned to tell his council, the Oracle now sings songs of change, though whether this change will come from removing the shard, or from returning it to the Core Systems, is unclear. It is also too early to tell if the change, when it comes, will be a curse or a boon for the Empire; at times the Oracle’s songs cast too wide a net to be heard in their entirety.
In practice, moving foolhardily into the caves of an unknown planet may be ill-advised, especially when the leadership is entrusted to a Union wretch. On the other hand, there is no telling what may happen when this shard is removed from the earth. Furthermore, the Council still insists they need their military resources for the evacuation at Kepler-7, and as the research fleet returns, they may not yet have the adequate means to rebuke a potential attack- no doubt the Federation or the Union might want to seize this artifact for themselves.
Whatever may happen, the Oracle, and the Emperor, are never wrong. Change is coming to the Core Systems, Explorers, though its nature may very well be in your hands. The voting will open in fifteen minutes. Let the Emperor’s will be your guide, and your strength.
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Haley Nguyen, Union member and Vox representative
I’d start this comm with a greeting, Comrades, but there’s days where that seems ill-fitted. A million dead… and for what, really? No doubt the Union members under Ivona’s command also left that battle with a bitter taste in their mouths. The only thing keeping me sane is that she skipped the Council’s debriefing, so we were all spared the sight of her gloating from the Imperial Council’s side of the table.
All we can do is move forward. The Union can’t let moments like this discourage us from doing what we believe to be right. That last vote was very close, and I’d like to convey the gratitude and respect that I’ve heard echoed from many Vox members to everyone who made their voices heard. We’re building this future together; it’s the only way we can. Let’s just hope the Crimson Wolves stay away for a long while.
As hard as it might be to get out of a funk like this, I do have another vote to discuss with you. Looking at the situation pragmatically, the Vox is in full agreement that the shard should stay where it is. We can’t disregard Sera’s theory completely, and for the Union’s safety it’s important we know what the hell’s behind this signal; the Bastion is the cornerstone of our entire faction - not to mention our military operations - and we can’t afford to have it compromised in future. On the other hand, there’s no ignoring the potential danger we’re putting this fleet in by keeping them on Mímir. Personally, I can understand if some of you would rather avoid any more loss of lives. The vote’s up in fifteen minutes, Explorers. As usual, your majority will be the single Union vote; remember that the Vox will stand behind any decision you make.
Here’s to a brighter tomorrow.
Haley
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Remove the shard 0 () , Analyze the shard 3 (Empire,Federation,Union)
The final vote is in favor of analyzing the shard as it remains on the surface of the planet Mímir, in order to better understand its signal. A transmission has been sent to Commander Varse, and the research operation should begin shortly. We expect to receive a report detailing the initial results of this research soon.
Quantum's Wrath
Transmission from Sera Varse
Origin: surface of the planet Mímir.
Designation: research report
14th report on the investigative mission from Vargas, outside Federation space
Further observations on the planet: the incredible density of the atmosphere shows no signs of change. The yellow phosphorus clouds still hang overhead, and the torrent of silicate rain sweeping the surface is once again headed in our direction. This lack of change suggests previous speculation that the density was an irregular meteorological phenomenon was inaccurate. Discarding that theory, however, only poses more questions regarding how the temperature on Mímir regulates itse- (chuckles) oh, stop it!
Erhem, apologies- you see, we’ve begun studying the fauna that I mentioned in my 13th report, as there does actually appear to be a connection between the increased Quantum levels and the development of life in this system, at least on Mímir. These creatures – we’ve taken to calling them Qyllits – are docile, cave-dwelling mammals, and we can observe quite a few of them from the equipment stations set up around the shard.
You want to move to Jonas’ shoulder? Alright, little one- further analysis of the shard is progressing smoothly, and we’re about to proceed with the second stage of our research. I’m pleased to be able to inform the Council that the secondary hypothesis was correct: there is, in fact, another signal in these caves. What’s more, the readings from this shard suggest there are several others, all acting as conduits, pulling the signal from a single source. Finding the location of that source is complicated; it requires an extremely strong reading from one of the conduits. To make that happen, we’re about to send a Quantum pulse through the shard- just enough to let us determine the signature of the original frequency.
Kate, are you ready? You’d better be, or you’re sleeping on a rag tonight. Okay, everyone at their stations? Jonas, get the Qyllit off you- yes, put it on the console or something. Gently! I swear, you soldiers need to learn some delicacy. (laughter) Alright everybody! Now, you’ve all seen what happens with smaller amounts of Quantum– we’re expecting a pretty intense reaction here. Commencing experiment 2.0. Kate? On three– one… two… three! (crackling, buzzing) That’s excellent, Milo– keep stabilizing the signal, we need to isolate it! Selin, push that dial up a little– perfect! Not yet, Kate, not yet! (shattering, rush of air) Kate! You let go of that console, and we came here for nothing, got that? Hold on! (clatter, scream) Shit! Kate, are you- oh you absolute star! Five more seconds, can you do that? (billowing) That’s it! There’s the signature- flip the damn switch! (rush of air subsides) Everyone alright? Excellent job, all of you. Milo, do be a little quicker on the draw next ti- did anyone hear that? (low growling) Jonas, are you alright? Oh shi- (cacophony of sounds: glass breaking, screeching, tearing of metal, many footsteps, echoing screams, static)
Transmission cuts off.
Quantum's Wrath: Part 2
Transmission from Sera Varse
Origin: surface of the planet Mímir.
Designation: distress signal
15th report on the investigative mission from Vargas, outside Federation space
(static)
Sera Varse here; we’ve had to abandon our research post. After sending the pulse through the shard, the Qyllits’ demeanor suddenly changed, attacking us with a viciousness that was almost... unnatural. Started streaming in through the cracks in the cave, and completely overwhelmed us. Our soldiers started firing, but... there were just too many. The silicate rain had already reached the entrance; there was nowhere else to fall back to, so we retreated further into the caves.
We’ve barely got anything to sustain us down here. Some of us have gone up to check on the base – I think we lost about a third of our crew – but the Qyllits have swarmed the research area, covering the entire shard. There’s no way out. Small joy: some of the equipment we’ve been able to salvage. Most importantly, we still have a spectrometer with a record of the main signal’s signature. Right now, looks like the only way we get through this is by moving towards that, but that means heading further down; it’ll stop us getting lost in the caves at least. We’ll be placing what beacons we have left as we go– as it stands, that’s five of them. Maybe six if I can get the busted one working again.
I just hope this reaches the Panopea.
Chapter 4: The Crossroads
The Crossroads
Report from the 20th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on board station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ji Young-Joo, Julius Lycanis, Thulani Ade’k
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, Victor Huxley, Elijah Burke
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Haley Nguyen, Mandla Bankole
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
The Quantum waves from the Pinnacle – the Union mercenary ship currently orbiting Kepler-7 – have slowed to the point where the Council can safely send in salvage, research, and evacuation crews. The Council is pleased to note that the first of these operations have already been completed, and that several of the members of the Twin Suns have been recovered from the wreckage, albeit in concerning conditions: they are wracked with spasms, and long exposure to Quantum seems to have fused it into their body somehow.
The initial investigations into the Pinnacle’s Quantum Drive have also concluded, yielding some perplexing results. As far as our Quantum specialists can tell, there are no signs of the Drive malfunctioning, or of any outside interference; there is absolutely no immediate cause for whatever happened to the Pinnacle’s Quantum Drive. Further research is being performed as we speak, which will hopefully provide clarification.
That ends the briefing on the Universal Council’s ongoing efforts in the Kepler system. Moving on, the Council will now address the matter of Sera Varse’s expedition beyond the Core Systems. We’ve received word from the Panopea that their squad of reinforcements, who previously could not descend due to the harsh silicate storm that travels across Mímir, have reached the planet’s surface. This expedition is being led by Nicolás Kestrel, vice-captain of the Panopea and a Federation citizen. So far, the expedition has found a signal from Sera Varse’s locator beacon at a cave entrance several miles beyond the shard’s location. The signal, however, is somewhat unclear: the vice-captain’s report mentions that the beacon’s signal is interspersed with slight whispering.
At the same time, observation of the abandoned research site found that these “Qyllit” creatures are now clawing at the shard, creating cracks in its surface, and digging up the ground around it. It’s likely they will destroy the shard if they are not stopped. Vice-captain Kestrel has advised that any attempt to engage the Qyllits should be made in full force, and has reminded the Council that even if the shard is retrieved, the volatile environment of Mímir would not allow reinforcements to be sent to Sera Varse for a considerable length of time. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Should the squad from the Panopea move toward Sera Varse, and provide reinforcements for the crew below Mímir, or should they attempt to retrieve the shard, and return it to the fleet before it’s destroyed?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote. Additionally, due to recent discussions regarding the Explorer program, the Universal Council has decided that the voting will be opened a full twelve hours after you receive your faction contact’s transmission.
Transmission from Victor Huxley, COO of VasTech
Good sol, Explorers! I hope my sudden contact hasn’t arrested you; San’a has been dispatched to Vargas to provide her services as a Valkyrie, and work toward structural reinforcement of their new communication system. While I don’t have her penchant for militaristic candor, I’m hoping to add a little VasTech flair to your transmissions.
That was an excellent decision on the last vote; I would have done the same in your position. Such a shame that Ms. Varse decided to bring alien lifeforms into an important experiment environment- you’d think a scientist would know better. All the same, it looks like following her locator beacon down will lead us further to discovering the real origin of the signal causing such damage to our mining planets. Though I have to add that SpyreCorp’s reaction to that situation has been quite slow- or so I’ve heard. People are saying they wish President Lee put her trust in more experienced corporations, and I’m inclined to agree. We should always make sure our systems are secure enough to withstand these catastrophes. At least, that’s what we at VasTech believe.
Regardless, it would of course be a great relief to our miners and the stability of our economy if we rid them of that signal. All the same, the Union really should be held responsible for the mistakes made by one of their own, don’t you think? Such are the consequences of eschewing oversight and reliable structure – you breed anarchy. That’s all well and good when it’s on your own planets, but now it affects all of us, and might well cause more casualties in the process. Thankfully, I’ve known vice-captain Kestrel for a while – he and I studied together at the military academy – and I’m confident he’s more than capable of bringing that shard home.
With everything that’s going on, I feel I can rely on your wisdom, Explorers. From the next conference, my assistant Ana will be taking over transmissions, as I’ll be putting my full focus into filling San’a’s shoes on the Council. Good luck with the vote, and keep on pushing forward.
Victor
A directive from Ji Young-Joo, emissary of the Emperor
It is yet another splendid day to be sheltered under the wings of our Emperor – may he outlive the stars! Your efforts in the previous vote are once again commended by Imperator Solas; the other factions see the outcome as a mishap- a bump in the road. But within the bounds of the Empire, it is not so! For now we have learned that there is more to this “shard”, along with some of its properties: his Eminence has deigned to convey to me his certainty that the behavior of these alien creatures is influenced in some fashion by the qualities of the shard.
If it were possible to recover this shard and learn even more about its properties, perhaps this power could be harnessed, and fashioned to suit the Emperor’s will. Furthermore, these creatures seem to think the shard belongs to them; it would only be right to show them otherwise, and wipe their blight off humanity’s – nay, the Empire’s – discovery.
Of course, in this case we would perhaps be abandoning a chance at finally learning the true origins of this signal. Though I’m sure you, along with the rest of the Empire, would much rather the Union scum rot, these whispers from below do intrigue. After all, does not our Emperor guide us in much the same way, interpreting the soft songs of the Oracle for his subjects? Perhaps we should delve below, and uncover the mysteries of Mímir.
The Council has decided to give you twelve hours to vote in this case, Explorers, though for what I do not know. As citizens of the Empire, you are decisive, not divided, and your thoughts are guided by the all-seeing eyes of Imperator Solas! Take these twelve hours, and show them you need only one.
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Haley Nguyen, Union member and Vox representative
Hello, Comrades- I hope your days are treating you well. Personally, I’m certainly glad that Sera and her crew weren’t more damaged by that attack. I’ve been hearing accusations of incompetence bandied about by the other faction’s councilmembers, and it’s making me sick to my stomach. I had to stop myself from punching Áurea’s face in at least twice.
It’s good that we’ve finally got our mercs back, too. The Twin Suns aren’t the cleanest clan under the Union’s banner, but they do good inter-faction work, and recovering the crew has curbed the wrath of some of their more trigger-happy members. As for their condition, well… the Vox representatives on the Council went to check on the bodies as they were being rolled in, and I can confirm that, among others, Casper Varse is alive. It’s not a pretty sight though, that’s for sure. No one’s ever been exposed to Quantum that long, so all we can do is hope that they’ll recover somewhat.
Putting aside the ethics of this whole situation, it’s definitely unfortunate that the Qyllits reacted the way they did. At the same time, if the location required the crew to operate from the caves, there wasn’t much chance of them keeping their distance anyway. With the vote being the way it is right now, I don’t think there’s clear right answer here. I want to see Sera’s crew safe as much as the rest of you, but we have no idea what might happen when that shard is destroyed; could blow the whole planet sky-high for all we know. Whatever happens, we just have to trust that Sera’s crew will make it, with or without our help.
Voting’s been changed since the last conference apparently- you get twelve hours now. Make sure you use that time well. The Vox is with you, Explorers.
Here’s to a brighter tomorrow.
Haley
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Send Reinforcements 3 (Empire,Federation,Union) , Retrieve the shard 0 ()
The final vote is in favor of sending Vice-captain Kestrel into the cave network of Mímir to search for Commander Varse’s expedition. We have received word from the vice-captain that the operation is underway, and they have locked onto the commander’s locator beacon.
The Arrival
Transmission from Nicolás Kestrel, vice-captain of the Panopea
Origin: Mímir, cave network
Dating: 3rd report – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: reconnaissance report
This is Vice-captain Kestrel, reporting from inside the cave network of Mímir. We have passed below two miles at this point, and the caves show no signs of stopping. At this depth, thin veins of Quantum run across every wall. I say veins because that’s what they are- they pulse, and stick out along the surface of the rock.
We have seen no Qyllits for the last few miles of travel. The few we encountered on our initial descent were either easily dispatched or showed no aggressive intentions, heading upwards and paying us no heed. Our crew figured it best not to anger them further, so we left them be.
Two miles ago we passed the final locator beacon left by Sera. The… whispers I mentioned in my previous report were most prominent close to that beacon, but have since faded away. Normally I would not mention this, but in light of recent findings I will outline now, the information seems quite relevant.
Our team is currently resting at a clearing, an intersection of multiple caves. Here, we found two members of Sera’s initial expedition, one whose name is Selin, and one whose name I do not know- he is currently being resuscitated. Selin does not speak much, but from what she has told us, once the locator beacons were exhausted, it was decided that members of the expedition would hang back to act as a waypoint for reinforcements.
Selin was also given a copy of Captain- no, Commander Varse’s voice logs, which she made to keep track of the crew’s journey through the caves. I will now play a segment from the 45th of these logs, which I encourage the Council to listen to attentively.
“…makes me think of home, and a slow sun setting over the blue-tinged sky. Looks like I was right. The signal’s getting stronger, we must be close now. I’ve started to hear it as well- I think it was Kate who noticed it first, but there’s these whispers all around us. They’re soft, and almost welcoming. (static) -I hear them even when we cut off the signal. Their words are hard to make out, but- well, I need time, but I’m almost certain I recognize one of them. In a few days we head down further; what little sustenance we found in this clearing is rapidly running out.”
I don’t know what to make of this. As I stated before, neither me nor any of my squad have heard whispers since leaving the last locator beacon behind. I have asked Selin whether she hears them, but she just looks at me, eyes full of fear, and I can’t bring myself to press her on the subject. Two of my crew are staying behind to provide food and warmth for the survivors, while the rest of us press on. It is getting harder and harder to reach the Panopea- the few crewmembers that remain on board tell me this storm is getting more intense every hour. It will likely be some time before I can transmit another report. God willing, we’ll have Sera and her crew with us by then.
Chapter 5: On the Brink
On the Brink
Report from the 21st conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on board station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ji Young-Joo, Julius Lycanis, Moira Craine
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, Victor Huxley, Elijah Burke
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Haley Nguyen, Mandla Bankole
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
… and the Panopea has reported no further contact with either Commander Varse or Vice-captain Kestrel. The atmosphere of Mímir is increasing in density with each passing day, and the crew has reported intermittent bursts of light that can be seen below the now heavy cloud cover. The fleet will continue to monitor the situation and report their observations.
Moving on to more immediate matters, preparations for the funeral service for the Forge World citizens who lost their lives in the assault against the Crimson Wolves are nearing completion. The service itself will be held on station Edison, in the Lacaille system. As it is the Council’s duty to ensure this service is not marred by more tragedy, we now must turn our attention to a situation developing on the agricultural planet Morn, just outside of the Lacaille system in Union sector Z-3.
Some time after the 20th conference of this Council, during a regular trade visit to Morn, a representative of the Tonocom Defence corporation – Lucille Whitlock – took notice of Morn’s central fusion generator. Upon brief inspection she found the large generator was a partially adapted version of a military-grade model owned and developed by Tonocom Defence.
After receiving this information, Tonocom Defence regrettably did not contact the Council. The Corporation initially requested the people of Morn pay some form of compensation, which their point of contact, Darshan Kel, categorically refused. After consulting with President Adonis, Tonocom Defence then sent a fleet with the goal of “peacefully and conclusively reclaiming the appropriated technology”, in their own words.
There are many conflicting accounts of what happened once this fleet arrived on Morn, but their conclusions are all similar: the fleet from Tonocom Defence, justifiably or no, was met with hostilities, and a skirmish ensued. Both parties fired shots, resulting in the deaths of several Federation soldiers, and gravely wounding some of Morn’s inhabitants. So far, there are no reported deaths on the side of the Union. The Corporation’s fleet was forced to retreat to Federation space, and Tonocom Defence began readying another force to reclaim the technology from Morn. This is where the current situation stands.
The people of Morn continue to refuse to pay compensatory fees to Tonocom Defence, with Darshan Kel stating the fees would render the planet’s economy unsustainable. Lucille Whitlock, the Council’s contact for this incident, has also refused to lower the proposed fee. Darshan proffered that accusations of appropriation are misplaced, as according to the people of Morn the fusion generator simply crashed on their planet. On the opposing side, Lucille insists that Tonocom Defence has no records of a fusion generator being lost in this way. Currently, the Council’s priority is to defuse this situation as cleanly and calmly as possible, to avoid any disturbances or further casualties near station Edison. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Council rule that the technology is Tonocom Defence’s by right, and order the people of Morn to return the technology, or do they rule that Morn be allowed to keep the technology, and order Tonocom Defence’s forces to stand down?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Transmission from Ana Plíšková, assistant to Victor Huxley, COO of VasTech
Good sol, Explorers. Allow me to offer commendations from both President Adonis and Mr. Huxley on the outcome of the last vote. You can all be proud of the merits your individual accomplishments have granted you.
I have been asked to brief you on any developments within the Federation, as well as its position on the current vote. San’a has begun her operations on Vargas to support the SpyreCorp network, and ensure that mining production continues at an expected tempo. It is the first time a Valkyrie unit has been deployed in such a capacity, and the results so far have been excellent. It is a true testament to the engineering of VasTech that a combat suit as versatile as the Valkyrie unit exists.
According to President Adonis, she specified that the initial Tonocom Defence force was to arrive on Morn unarmed. It would seem members of the Corporation went against the president’s advised course of action. There will be systemic repercussions for these actions, but this also means the Federation’s stance on this issue is somewhat complex.
Since the negotiations on Morn have already been tarnished by violence, and due to the nature of the Union’s governance, some inhabitants of Morn may resist the Council’s decision. In this case, it will become necessary to take the technology by force, and more Federation lives will be lost. Comparing this to the near-negligible effect of a minor Corporation such as Tonocom Defence losing a single patent, standing down may be the more measured option. When faced with a faction as disorganized and scattered as the Union, it is sometimes useful to set a good example.
At the same time, VasTech does of course advise against setting precedent for factions to appropriate the Federation’s technology. It bears repeating that this is a military-grade fusion generator, which brings up the question of why an agricultural planet such as Morn would have such heavy need of it. Perhaps it is not a threat now, but given the Union’s lack of oversight it may one day fall into more dangerous hands.
Now that you know the Federation’s official stance, you are free to discuss the issue amongst yourselves.
Ana
A directive from Ji Young-Joo, emissary of the Emperor
Once more I must bring to you the despicable prospects of a vote, Explorers. I’m sure by now you are all sick of this farce the Council calls democracy. All the same, continue to view this and every subsequent vote as an opportunity to spread the illustrious wisdom of the Empire throughout the Core Systems.
Some recognition is in order for your previous vote, of course. These whispers on Mímir will no doubt lead us on towards uncovering the mysteries of the universe. So our Emperor – may he outlive the stars – has assured us, his Imperial subjects. Your efforts have of course also brought us the bastard Montez, whose public execution will soon be upon us. The Emperor, in his brilliance, has appointed Julius Lycanis to a temporary position on the Council as a sign of a returned faith in the house.
During this conference, the name Morn touched my ears with familiarity, so I asked our Mendacian Division for information. Apparently, this is the same planet to which our Mendaces traced the theft of a large shipment of high-quality Imperial spices from Eden Galatean not long ago. Of course, it being a Union planet, it was not possible to reclaim those spices by force without exposing our Mendaces, but now… I have spoken to President Adonis and, like the judicious businesswoman she is, the president is more than willing to return these exquisite spices, should Tonocom Defence happen to find any evidence of them.
However, in speaking to the Mendacian Division I have gained some additional insights; it would seem the situation on Vargas and the other mining planets is not as stable as the Federation would like us to believe. If they lose control over this proprietary technology, it may destabilize their systems even further. A crack in the border between the Federation and the Union would be a welcome boon to the Empire.
It is clear then, that in casting this vote we strike a blow against either faction. The question then becomes, who do we wish to cripple? An enticing proposition to be sure. Let the hand of Imperator Solas guide you, Imperials, and vote with confidence.
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Aish Fenix, Union member and Vox representative
Hello Comrades, Aish here. I don’t think we’ve been explicitly introduced, but I gather you’ve seen my name a few times on your council reports. You’re probably wondering where Haley is- she’s been escorted out of the conference hall. You should’ve seen her honestly; if it hadn’t been for the third bodyguard I think she would’ve broken Áurea’s jaw. Quick PSA: don’t get into a shouting match with a Celestial.
Not like Áurea wouldn’t have deserved it though; what was she thinking, sanctioning a fleet to Morn? There’s no universe in which that turns out well for anyone. Although I don’t think Morn’s reaction was just surprise or self-defence; from what I hear, there’s an extremist sect of the Ojin-Kai operating out of the planet, and has been for a while. I can’t give you anything concrete of course, but that fusion generator is probably being used for more than just farming. Seems likely the Ojin-Kai were the ones that opened fire on the Feds, but for whatever reason Morn’s covering for them.
Anyway, no matter what happened, that doesn’t give Tonocom the right to demand the tech is returned to them. All life is worth something, but a few Federation soldiers is nothing compared to the amount of people that would be endangered by taking away the central power supply for an entire planet.
All the same, if I know the Federation, Tonocom Defence isn’t going to take something like this lying down. They’d never disobey a direct order from the Council of course, but there’s bound to be consequences if they don’t get what they want. We can always house the people of Morn on the Bastion for the time being, so there might be merit in having the Federation owe us one, and preventing this from escalating further.
Anyway, that’s gonna be all from me. My thoughts are with Sera, Nicolás, and the rest of the Panopea’s fleet- I hope yours are too. Make sure to discuss with your fellow Union members, and remember that the Vox is with you, Explorers.
Good luck, and keep your head high.
Aish
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Morn returns the tech 3 (Empire,Federation,Union) , Tonocom stands down 0 ()
The final vote is in favor of having Morn return the technology to Tonocom Defense. Darshan Kel has been sent back to the planet with the directive from the Council, along with a ship from Tonocom, and it’s expected that the handover of the generator will happen shortly.
Drastic Measures
The following is the full transmission detailing the conclusion of Tonocom Defence’s operation on the planet Morn:
Transmission from Aaron Vice, representing Tonocom Defence
Origin: Federation assault ship Carbuncle
Dating: 2nd briefing – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: operation brief
Our operation on Morn is concluded. We were expecting to meet resistance, but not like this. The planned handover never happened; our units had to trek to the surface to even find the damn generator. That was how we learned the true nature of the situation on Morn. Numerous legions of soldiers – trained soldiers, not farmers – stood between our forces and the generator, all equipped with the same combat gear, emblazoned with the same emblem, and brandishing weapons far beyond what an agricultural planet should be able to manufacture.
Citizen evacuation on the Union’s side had already begun. I’d never seen the Bastion before, can’t even begin to describe- it was like the world suddenly had a ceiling, I guess. Our attack against the sect of the Ojin-Kai mercenary clan, as we now know them, was over almost immediately; they had firepower, but we had the numbers. Our forces took some heavy blows, but those brave soldiers died to let us secure our mission objective: the fusion generator. From what I’ve been told, Lucille Whitlock, who was initially assigned to this brief, is currently also unaccounted for.
Transmission ends.
Upon their completion of the evacuation, Union members from the Bastion assisted Tonocom Defence’s forces in their investigation of the Ojin-Kai’s operations. As President Adonis apparently initially suspected, this sect of the Ojin-Kai was not merely present on Morn, but was also all but running the planet, its inhabitants living in constant fear of the clan, acting only as a smokescreen for the Ojin-Kai’s illicit operations.
Furthermore, from communication logs uncovered at their operation site, it seems the clan also had colluders within Tonocom Defence; colluders who provided Ojin-Kai with the fusion generator, as well as weapons that could draw power from it. These allowed the clan to raid passing transport ships, and conduct covert Quantum trades. Tonocom Defence has assured the Council that it has already begun removing those involved in the collusion from any position of power, and that a court hearing will be held soon to determine their sentence. The identity of Ojin-Kai’s buyer for their Quantum trades, however, remains unknown.
With regard to the materials stolen by the Ojin-Kai, an agreement has been made between the Union and the Federation that the latter faction be allowed to take possession of any and all materials procured by the Ojin-Kai in their raids. Due to the involvement of people from both factions in this incident, the Union and the Federation have also agreed to take no more direct actions on the matter. However, as Morn’s people are still dependent on a significant power supply, they will need to remain on the Bastion for the time being.
As a result of the ceased hostilities, the memorial service on station Edison will be continuing as planned. Various councilmembers will be attending the service, which will last for three planetary rotations of the station. President Elijah Burke will also be reading a tribute at the service to the Federation soldiers that gave their lives to secure the fusion generator on Morn. The Council invites any members of the Explorer program who wish to express their condolences to make the journey to station Edison as well.
The Aftermath
Lucille Whitlock stands on a raised hill overlooking the ruined settlement of Kazan, and watches the thick veil of smoke rise up and into the deep blue sky. A strip of rose-coloured sunlight streaks across her jacket, tracing a thin line across the dried blood on her sleeve. In this light, it almost looks like frosting, or the byproduct of an ill-fated paintjob.
Her eyes, soft and tired, hang behind a fringe of light-grey hair. Broad strands of ochre grass swirl around her ankles in the fragile evening breeze. She never wants to look away. She feels the wound in her stomach with her left hand and checks the vitals on her suit. It’s keeping her alive, but barely. And not for much longer. She just wants to stop, to have it be done, but something doesn’t let her; something keeps her moving forward. Before her eyes have had enough of the broken houses and fractured metal sheets, she tears them away, as the wind begins to pick up.
“Lucille Whitlock.” The voice is calm, expectant.
Lucille starts. She takes in the figure before her: the unruly mop of curled black hair, the rough beginnings of a beard, and the thick parka, slick from the slight drizzle. But there’s more there- something behind the eyes…
“W-who are you?”
The man glances down to her hand, still covering the open wound. “You’re hurt”
“Answer the question.” She grits her teeth, reaching beneath her belt- nothing. Of course. Three thousand credits for a sidearm, and it doesn’t even stay in its holster when you get exploded.
“A friend.”
“That’s not an answer.” She takes a step back.
The man smiles, bright white canines flashing in the evening light. “Well, it’ll have to do for now.”
“Fuck this.” Lucille snorts, and presses her hand deeper into her wound, feeling the pain spur her to action. “If you’re going to kill me, just do it already.”
“Eager to die, are you?”
“I prefer quick and easy to slow and painful, personally.”
“That why you agreed to help Adonis?”
The energy drains from her body. How does he- “I don’t know what you mean.” Her legs won’t move. Lucille slumps down, feeling the cool surface of stone against her back.
“Oh, come on. Tonocom might care this much about a generator, but Áurea certainly doesn’t.” The man gestures to the other edge of the hill. “You did an excellent job wiping out the Ojin-Kai, though. Good excuse for a raid.”
“Thanks.” The tiredness is setting in. She can’t think anymore. “If you’re not going to kill me, can you at least let me die in peace?” She mutters, her mouth almost motionless.
“Even if they’re still out there?”
Lucille raises her half-closed eyes. “The Ojin-Kai? You’re lying.”
“Am I?” He seems almost bemused.
“The Vox would’ve-”
“-The Vox can’t do anything about this. It’s majority rule here, and Mercer has more than enough planets in his pocket. He’s played this very well.”
Now Lucille’s head is thundering, hundreds of brand-new thoughts racing through it. She scoffs. “And you Union folk call that governance?”
“I’m not Union.” The response is immediate. It’s the first time the man’s tone has had any degree of harshness to it, like he’s biting down on every word. “And no, I don’t call that governance. But Mercer doesn’t care what happens with the Council, and the Vox can’t risk fracturing the Union. It’s a delicate balance that they can’t upset.”
Lucille runs a shaky hand through her hair, tracing streaks of red into the grey. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because we can do something.”
“Oh, give me a break.”
“I’m being serious. You’re smart, you’re headstrong, and most importantly…” he gestures at her wound. “You’re willing to die for what you believe in. A Fed who sacrifices their own colleagues, not to mention the reputation of their company?” He grins. “Talk about brutal.” He stoops down, his face almost level with hers, and extends his hand. “We need people like you, Lucille.”
She cocks her head, slowly. Measuredly. “Wait, we? Who’s we?”
“I suppose now’s as good a time as any for introductions.” The man raises his other hand up, breaking the last ray of sunlight. He snaps his fingers, and the sky, and the clouds, and the hills begin to move. Or rather, something moves out of them. About a dozen or so figures. Cloaking devices, Lucille thinks subconsciously, her engineer’s brain working on overtime. She barely has the energy to take in all the faces, all the instruments dangling off the bodies, all their different shapes. Some thin and wiry, others bulky and broad-shouldered. One of them looks about the age her daughter would’ve been, another is limping and using a back-support unit.
The man’s hand is still outstretched. He wiggles his fingers a little. Lucille meets his eyes, and for a moment looks beyond the veneer of the parka, beyond the joke of a haircut, and into something deeper. Something vicious, elegant, and eternal. “Alright, what the hell.” She sighs, gripping it firmly and lifting herself up. “But first you’ve got to get me off this rock.”
“Of course. And may I say, so glad to have you on board.” The man smiles, his eyes shimmering with the light of a thousand suns. “I’m Emmet, and these…” He gestures to the assembly behind him. “…are the Faceless.”
Chapter 6: The Ides
The Ides
Report from the 22nd conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on board station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ji Young-Joo, Moira Craine
Councilmembers for the Federation: Kim Lee, Victor Huxley, Elijah Burke
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Mandla Bankole, Trice Chavos
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
…It seems the activity around Mímir is increasing. The bursts of light are more frequent, and cover the entire planet. Now that the evacuation of Kepler-7 is complete and investigation into the Pinnacle’s malfunctioning Quantum Drive can begin full force, the Universal Council will send reinforcements to the Panopea as soon as it can.
Our crew analyzing the disappearance of the Crimson Wolves’ command ship has isolated the Quantum wave data from before the ship vanished. At first glance, this data appears similar to the most recent readings from the Pinnacle. Further research will hopefully shed more light on this.
Moving on to our main discussion for this week. Most of you will already know this, but Councilor Lycanis has been murdered. Before we have the time to mourn his tragic passing, it falls to the Council to make a decision. Julius Lycanis’ death was no accident, that much is clear.
His ship departed station Ignis directly after the 21st conference, returning to the Eden planet of house Lycanis for the execution. Slightly before arrival, the crew checked on Lycanis, who had been in his cabin the entire journey. Through the comms, Lycanis assured them that he was doing fine, and asked the crew to leave him be. As the doors to his cabin were gene-locked, the crew waited until arriving at Eden Lycanis before having Marcia Lycanis, Julius’ wife, open the door.
It was there that Julius was found, stabbed in the back with a curved dagger, his robes drenched, a pool of blood around him. Upon brief examination of the comms, the crew found that they had been wired to loop the same audio. The particular nature of the veins in Julius’ forehead identified that the dagger was also not the main cause of death, but rather a poison manufactured primarily in the Federation. Another peculiarity of this incident is that Councilor Lycanis’ room contains a trigger for raising the alarm. The position of his body suggests he would have been more than capable of using this, but did not do so.
Records of entry to Councilor Lycanis’ room show only two other occupants in the time before the ship departed station Ignis: Councilor Craine, and Ana Plíšková, assistant to Councilor Huxley. Ana Plíšková was the last to enter the Councilor’s room, only an hour before his ship left the station. After hearing this, house Lycanis consulted the Oracle, which assured the Emperor that the murder “did not come from within”. House Lycanis is now demanding the Council hand Ana Plíšková over to them, so they may put her to justice.
Other factions, and even some of the Imperial councilmembers here, are somewhat sceptical. The Empire often eschews DNA-scans, believing them a disregard for the Oracle’s insights. However, if ordered by the Council, House Lycanis could be made to conduct one on the knife that stabbed Julius. Additionally, though the Emperor continues to distance himself from this issue, councilmember Ji Young-Joo has assured us that, if the Council chooses to place its trust in the Oracle in this instance, the Empire will offer the aid of their artifact to the Council for a single vote in the future. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Council offer up Ana Plíšková to house Lycanis to prevent further escalation, in return for a single use of the Oracle in future, or does the Council order that a DNA-scan be conducted on the blade that stabbed Julius Lycanis, and risk angering his house further?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Transmission from Calvin Chase, second clerk in the office of President Lee
Hey there, all you Federation Explorers! They needed someone for the transmission since Ms. Plíšková is currently being held in custody, so that duty falls into my humble hands. I’ve been fully briefed on the situation by President Lee of course, but I’m not exactly used to this kind of direct communication, so forgive me if I slip up here and there.
Oh, and concerning the developments of the previous vote, President Lee has asked me to extend her congratulations as well. I was watching the results as they were announced, and it was nail-biting! Glad we’ve got the technology back, too; I hear President Adonis is employing Tonocom to help strengthen the defenses around the border with the Union- If they have extremist splinter cells on their fringe systems, who knows what else could be lurking there?
Speaking about the current vote, I can’t tell you exactly what the official stance is. President Lee informed me the Federation was looking to procure the use of the Oracle, but then Mr. Huxley stopped by my office to tell me there was no way Ms. Plíšková was being handed over! Apparently, she was only in Councilor Lycanis’ cabin to discuss a business proposition on behalf of VasTech. Just before departure was the only time he could make it, as Julius – excuse me, Councilor Lycanis – was speaking to Councilor Craine all afternoon.
The whole station’s in a big uproar honestly, and the other councilmembers are on high alert. I don’t blame them; it’s a bad time to be a councilor right now. The only other thing I can say about the situation is this: I’ve worked with Ana, and she’s always been a little… off. Just one of those people that’s a bit unsettling, you know? Like she’d do anything as long as she was ordered to do it.
Anyway, those are my two cents, Explorers. Good luck on the vote; I look forward to seeing the results for this one, too.
Cheers,
Calvin
A directive from Ji Young-Joo, emissary of the Emperor
What a dark day this is for the Empire. One of our own, from a house as esteemed as Lycanis, has been killed in cold blood. By a Federation lackey, no less! No- we mustn’t leap to conclusions. As I have said before, Explorers, the songs of the Oracle carry much weight, but sometimes we cannot see exactly how heavy their burden is.
House Lycanis may be right, but one cannot deny that grief has clouded their vision; Marcia Lycanis is hardly in her right state of mind, and to seek direct action from the Council on such a matter is- well, the house will face consequences for it. Our glorious Emperor – may he outlive the stars – will see to that.
Furthermore, this situation has driven us into a corner. The Council would never part ways with this conniving witch if Imperator Solas had not ordained to offer the services of the Oracle, an artifact that is the Empire’s by right. I have been assured that this is so the Empire does not look weak, as petulant children begging for the Council’s grace. Of course, this is mainly a rodomontade- having to give up our Oracle to the cretins at the Council would be the highest of insults. As detestable as a DNA-scan might be, it may not be wise to let the whims of a single house influence the path of the Empire.
Our Emperor has washed his hands of this situation, which by consequence assigns you as emissaries of the Empire in this vote. Carry the Oracle’s burden forward, and brighten this dark day.
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Aish Fenix, Union member and Vox representative
Hey there Comrades, me again. Haley’s off still; she’s helping on board the Bastion for this UC conference. The events of the past votes have been hard on all of us, but I think she’s taking it worst of all. She’s helping out the refugees from Morn at the moment, and hopefully that’ll do her some good.
I’ve seen a lot of talk of surprise and disgust within the Vox on the matter of the extremist sect of the Ojin-Kai, but I find that a bit disingenuous. I think Mandla would disagree with me – and I know Haley would – but in my opinion you can’t expect to build a unified galaxy without having to deal with a few rotten apples.
For what it’s worth, looks like the focus has shifted from our side of space for now, which – I’ll say it – is a welcome bit of relief. As for the actual vote though, I’m not sure on this one. It’s expected that Solas would find a way to slither out of any form of responsibility for the situation, but he knows exactly what he’s doing- dangling the Oracle in front of us would almost be insulting if it wasn’t so darn useful. We could use it to help Sera, could use it to locate the lost ships, any number of things. Of course, it would be up to the Council in the end, but I don’t think anything but good can come out of that deal.
All the same, whether Solas is involved or no, it’s still the Empire. Yes, the last time they more than held up their end of the bargain, but we still don’t know exactly what their motives were in that situation. Personally I don’t think the cost of potentially sending an innocent Fed to die is too much to pay for a shot with the Oracle, but that’s not my call to make. All I can say to you is: remember the tenets of the Union, and remember why you joined in the first place.
Good luck, and keep your head high.
Aish
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Offer up Ana 0 () , Conduct a DNA-scan 3 (Empire,Federation,Union)
The final vote is in favor of conducting a DNA-scan on the knife that stabbed Julius Lycanis. Marcia Lycanis and her house have been informed of this decision. Though the outcome has clearly angered the house, they have done nothing to directly oppose the scan. A fleet containing some of the Council’s best forensic scientists has already been dispatched, and we are expecting results from the DNA-scan soon.
The Turn
Transmission from Chhaya Adin, on board the Clavalum
Origin: Lycanis luxury travel vessel the Clavalum, orbiting Eden Lycanis
Dating: 1st report – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: forensic report
The requested DNA-scan and forensic analysis has been completed. Apologies for the delayed arrival of this report, we- well, our team wanted to make sure that the information we obtained was accurate. We’ve done multiple tests and collected multiple samples – not only from the dagger, but from the room itself – to corroborate the data. DNA-scans are not easy to tamper with, but if the sample size is limited, it is possible, hence the need for additional samples.
We’ve found that the accounts and records of Moira Craine and Ana Plíšková visiting the councilor’s cabin are correct: genetic prints of both women matching the Council’s database were found in the room. Additionally, cause of death for Councilor Lycanis is now confirmed to be the Federation-made poison, and not the initial wound. The poison itself is slow-acting, and from the pattern of the bloodstains in the room, it seems that Councilor Lycanis was conscious for at least ten minutes from the onset of the poison until his death. This raises further questions as to why he did not raise the alarm, but… this next piece of data may raise other, more pressing ones.
The genetic information our team found on the dagger, as well as about the room – and, most surprisingly, in the liquid on the councilor’s robes – was neither Ana Plíšková’s nor Moira Craine’s. It did not, in fact, exist at all in the Council’s database. This is not wholly surprising, as the database is far from exhaustive, but meant that our team had to consult genetic records of each faction individually. It was in the genetic records of the Empire that we found a match, and professionalism compels me to first restate the exhaustive nature of our team’s analysis; manufacturing a result as convincing as this is near impossible.
The genetic print on the dagger lodged in Councilor Lycanis’ back belonged to Montez Lycanis, leader of the Crimson Wolves, and the man who – to my team’s knowledge – is imprisoned hundreds of miles below us in a cell on Eden Lycanis.
Transmission ends.
Members of the noble house on Eden Lycanis have also been forwarded this transmission. Marcia Lycanis cut off communication with the Council since the vote was relayed to her, but other members of house Lycanis have reached out to offer information on her behalf. They have confirmed that Montez Lycanis remains in his cell, held by the strongest chains Imperial Forge Worlds can produce. He is under constant supervision, and none of house Lycanis’ guards have reported any unusual activity. His execution, however, has apparently been postponed indefinitely by order of the Emperor.
Furthermore, the Universal Council has been informed by members of house Lycanis that the noble house will be removing itself from any involvement in this affair, and that the matter is no longer the Council’s concern. The Council’s ships have been dismissed, and are currently making their journey back. This, in turn, means that Ms. Plíšková is no longer directly involved in the incident. She has been released from confinement on station Ignis, and will be reinstated as the Federation’s faction contact for those involved in the Explorer program.
Chapter 7: The Void
The Void
Report from the 23rd conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on board station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ji Young-Joo, Moira Craine, Thulani Ade’k
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, Victor Huxley, Elijah Burke
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Mandla Bankole, Haley Nguyen
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
… and we have had no more contact with house Lycanis since the incident. No further confirmation of Montez’ imprisonment, nor any substantial evidence to support the house’s assertion. You are correct, Councilor Fenix- it may be that this is soon to become a matter in which the Council will need to involve itself.
Currently, however, we have more pressing matters on our hands. Councilors, you should all be aware of the Panopea, the ship that was sent out beyond the Core Systems, and which – until recently – was orbiting the planet Mímir, waiting for contact from either Commander Varse or Vice-captain Kestrel.
I say until recently because the fact is: Mímir has vanished. This information comes to the Council through the Panopea’s most recent report. This report described the increasingly frequent lights in Mímir’s atmosphere bursting out of the cloud cover in the form of solid strands, which wrapped around the planet and enveloped it in a thick, bright haze. Once the haze had cleared, the planet had disappeared. In its place hung a mass of swirling fractic light, far smaller than Mímir. The light appears to be warping the space around itself.
The crew of the Panopea have confirmed that every trace of the planet has vanished from their sensors, but that there are a number of unknown signals emanating from the center of the light – the point at which the energy is most concentrated. Some of these signals may be from Commander Varse, though the light itself is such a volatile source of energy that the signals are impossible to isolate. Additionally, they are interspersed with heavy bouts of static and, when measured, appear to be coming from thousands of light years away, so it is clear there is significant disruption present.
As noted, the crew has observed that there appears to be a center to the light, and that it may be possible for a ship to venture into this center. Braving such a high amount of energetic resistance would require a class-A vessel at the very least, and the Panopea is the only ship in the fleet that qualifies. Unfortunately, the Panopea also powers the more advanced research equipment the fleet possesses. Without that, disentangling the signals from the light will prove nigh impossible.
The Council does not currently have the resources to send any more forces to assist the Panopea; our fleets are returning from Kepler-7 as we speak. We will send reinforcements by the next conference, but by then the situation may have worsened, or at the very least, changed. However, while the fleet is waiting, the research team may be able to find a way to stabilize the energy of the light, or gain further clarity on the signals. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the fleet beyond the Core Systems send the Panopea into the light, in an attempt to discern what happened to the planet Mímir, or do they withhold their advances, potentially abandoning the planet, and study the signals from the mass of light in the hopes of stabilizing it before reinforcements arrive?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Transmission from Ana Plíšková, assistant to Victor Huxley, COO of VasTech
Good sol, Explorers. I apologize on Mr. Chase’s behalf for the unprofessional communication during the last conference, which I will seek to rectify from now on, so as to uphold the standards of both the Federation and of VasTech.
It is not a trivial thing to be accused of murder, and be kept captive on the same station you are living in. I feel eyes following me wherever I go, even now. Thankfully, I do not feel alone. I am very grateful for the efforts Mr. Huxley made on my behalf to have me freed, and for the concessions he was able to negotiate from the Council. It is also a relief to have my name cleared; I believe I have you to thank for that, Explorers.
It appears certain councilmembers remain unconvinced by the DNA-scan, or so President Adonis has informed me. This, of course, is an absurd assertion; to think that such a widely used piece of Federation-manufactured technology could be fooled or manipulated is beyond ridicule.
On the subject of technology, it is very important we do not lose the equipment on board the Panopea. Though the Universal Council may believe that lives are at stake, the development of such equipment is worth more than a single investigation team. The lives it will enrich in the long run dwarf those that may be saved by taking such a heavy risk. It is, however, also worth considering that inaction may lead to further complications: perhaps the entire fleet may soon be swallowed up by this light, or worse, simply destroyed.
I believe that is all for this briefing. I leave this time-sensitive decision in your capable hands, Explorers. After the last vote, I am more confident than ever that you will make the right decision.
Ana
A directive from Ji Young-Joo, emissary of the Emperor
Glory be unto you on this day, Explorers! It is a day of change, and of providence- a day in which the history of humanity will engrave itself into the stars for eternity, and from which the Empire’s skies can only broaden!
The Emperor – may he outlive the stars – though he has washed his majestic hands of the incidents, offers his congratulations to you on your vote following the last conference. This “DNA-scan” may go against the principles of the Empire, but it has shown the Empire one thing: that the members of house Lycanis are presumptuous and unreliable.
It is small wonder that the overblown technology of the Federation produce such faulty results. Montez Lycanis is more than secure in his cell, and there is no possibility of his escape. Be not afraid, citizens of the Empire; the Crimson Wolves continue to be without their leader. By order of Imperator Solas, Marcia Lycanis has been imprisoned in the dungeons of Eden Lycanis, and Ivona Craine has been assigned to oversee the house’s functions for the time being.
This development on the planet Mímir is certainly intriguing. This light appears to be beckoning us, drawing our attention in with signals from far beyond. Perhaps it will lead us to places yet unknown, waiting to be conquered by the Empire’s fleets! Or perhaps the signals are a message; they may at the very least have ancient secrets buried deep within their frequencies.
However, we cannot let the planet Mímir escape the Empire’s grasp, not when it is so close. The Emperor, seated in his sun-glazed throne, casts his eyes toward you, Explorers. Vote with the heart of an Imperial, and you will surely be witnessed.
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Haley Nguyen, Union member and Vox representative
Hi there, Comrades- glad to be back. I hear Aish has been taking good care of you while I was gone, and it doesn't seem like she's led you astray. Not allowing the Empire to have their way in the last vote was the right call in my eyes; not like I trust Fed technology to be accurate, but trusting Solas is always a gamble.
I also want to apologize to all of you for my conduct during the situation with Tonocom Defence. The way I acted wasn't deserving of a Union representative; I didn't show the patience and empathy that's required to bring our faction's ideals to fruition. Whatever slights that may have brought on you, or on the Union, I'll do my best to mend them.
Looking at the current vote, my gut tells me that Sera and her crew need all the help they can get, and I'm worried that if we don't act soon, we might lose her and her crew, along with the source of that signal. Of course, that fear might be unfounded, and, well- acting on my gut hasn't been the most reliable as of late. It might be better to hang back, and to trust that Sera and the rest of them will be alright, but somehow I doubt it, Explorers. It feels like the time to be cautious has passed. Whatever your decision ends up being, make sure to speak to your fellow Union members before you make up your mind.
Here's to a brighter tomorrow.
Haley
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Send in the Panopea 2 (Empire,Union) , Scan the signals 1 (Federation)
The final vote is in favor of sending the Panopea into the mass of light. We have sent word to the fleet beyond the Core Systems, and we will soon hear the initial results of the Panopea’s expedition. Aris Glycon of the Empire has been assigned the role of acting captain of the Panopea, and we expect to hear back from the expedition shortly.
Event Horizon
Transmission from Emel Voden
Origin: Victor-3, class-C research vessel
Dating: 21st report – time of Sagittarii ζ 3.32
Designation: [left blank]
This- this is Emel, of Imperial house Voden. I’m sorry, I’ve been assigned to do this and I’m not sure of the procedures, but the rest of the crew is occupied and- the Panopea… right… the Panopea was destroyed. I was right on the bridge when it happened- the instant the ship made contact with the center, it was just... torn apart. I’ve never seen anything like that happen to a class-A. Almost as if something ripped outward from the inside. It shouldn’t have happened like that. It shouldn’t...
We- um, we’ve managed to recover what we could from the wreckage with smaller fighters but some of- most of them are gone. They’re just gone. I don’t know if there’s anything else I’m supposed to say- no one’s given me an exact… count, but- I don’t think anyone’s made one yet either.
Something happened, though, after the- after what happened. With the light. It was like it calmed down, or something like that. I’ve checked the readings – I’ve been checking the readings a lot – and there’s been a significant decrease in the anomaly’s energy levels. Almost like it reacted to the Panopea in some way. With the state it’s in now, even a class-C vessel could make it to the center…
But no one on the fleet will do it. Not after what they’ve seen. No one wants to get any closer to the light right now. I’ve seen the people they took from the wreckage. Light running along their bodies, screaming like they were in unimaginable pain. Quantum fusion, they’re saying. I- I just do the readings on the pyrometer, so I don’t know.
We’re orbiting at around three times our previous distance now. With the decreased energy output, this should keep the rest of the fleet safe. I hear people saying we ought to go in again once the ships from the Council arrive, and my body starts shaking. I hope they don’t send people from the Empire. I hope they don’t send me.
Transmission ends.
From what can be discerned from this scattered report, it would appear the Panopea’s expedition was unsuccessful in reaching the center of the mass of light. Whatever the reason, the light’s volatile nature has apparently been considerably reduced through this action. Though the fate of the Panopea’s crew is tragic, the information we have gained through their efforts is highly valuable; the Council can now send class-B ships to the fleet without much concern. Given the faster readying speed of class-B vessels, it will not be long now before they can be sent beyond the Core Systems, and a complete expedition can venture into the center of the light. Until then, the Universal Council has urged the fleet, formerly of the Panopea, to remain in its current position until its crew can be safely returned to station Ignis.
Chapter 8: Quantum Sickness
Quantum Sickness
Report from the 24th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on board station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ji Young-Joo, Ferus Haden, Thulani Ade’k
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, Victor Huxley, Elijah Burke
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Mandla Bankole, Haley Nguyen
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
… we will continue to observe the situation on Ichthys-β as it develops.
Additionally, the first of the Universal Council’s class-B ships have made contact with the fleet beyond the Core Systems. The stabilization of the light is persisting, and an initial reconnaissance operation into the center has already been deployed. There is a chance we will receive their first report by the conclusion of this very conference. At the very least, we will soon know for certain what lies at the center of the light.
Let us move on to a rising issue within the walls of this very station. Since extracting the surviving members of the Twin Suns mercenaries from the Pinnacle – the Union ship whose malfunctioning Quantum Drive caused the complete evacuation of Kepler-7 – our medical teams have been examining the bodies of the mercenaries- bodies which appear to have somehow become fused with the Quantum they were exposed to.
The initial symptoms, those being delirium and intense muscle spasms, as well as fluctuating body temperature, have not receded through conventional treatment. What’s more, any attempt to dampen the Quantum energy coursing through the patients’ bodies has been met with resistance by the their own cells, almost as if the body is rejecting the removal of Quantum entirely.
Nonetheless, the subjects remain in considerable pain. While there remained hope among our staff that this “Quantum sickness” might pass with time, the recent death of one of the mercenaries has put paid to those hopes. Now, there is reason enough to accelerate procedure. In this case, that involves the use of a highly experimental technology, namely forced cell-division. The procedure is quite complex, but suffice it to say that the process will forcibly divide the Quantum-fused cells from the regular ones.
An operation like this has never been attempted before, and the chances of catastrophic failure are quite high. If the operation is performed, it is estimated that most of the Union mercenaries will not survive.
There is, however, another option: during the preliminary discussion of this issue, Councilor Burke put forward the possible alternative of transferring the Union mercenaries to Struve-214, the planetary office for Borealis Inc. This corporation, itself focused on genetic enhancement, possesses the equipment necessary for several forms of advanced cellular division, and with the word of a Federation president, they could not refuse to offer the Union members treatment.
Councilor Burke has stated explicitly that this offer is extended as a manner of recompense; a way of mending ties between the Federation and Union after the tensions around Morn. However, as this current situation has arisen out of the tumultuous occurrences around Kepler-7, the ultimate decision in this case falls under the jurisdiction of the Universal Council. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Council use the recently developed forced cell-division technology, and attempt to alleviate the patients’ symptoms on station Ignis, or does the Council allow the Union mercenaries to be transported of the station to Struve-214, where they will be placed under the care of Borealis Inc.’s medical staff, a procedure they are much more likely to survive?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Transmission from Ana Plíšková, assistant to Victor Huxley, COO of VasTech
Good sol, Explorers. I must congratulate you on your decision on the last vote; it was a brave decision, and one not taken lightly, I’m sure. But, as Mr. Huxley remarked to me the other day: we must first suffer the consequences of progress before we may benefit from it.
It seems that President Burke has taken this sentiment a little too much to heart, however. While it is not my place to condemn the actions of one of our illustrious presidents, there are some within the Federation who believe this attempt to broker some sort of cordial relationship with the Union is not an acceptable path. We cannot trust a lawless faction to uphold agreements, and inviting a mercenary group into the very heart of our systems may be less than wise.
Then again, perhaps this is a risk worth taking. President Burke is a humanist to his bones, Mr. Huxley has assured me, so we can be sure that he is not seeing the bigger picture. If, however, Borealis Inc. were to make a significant discovery due to this experiment, they would be under no obligation to share it with the rest of the factions- it is their equipment after all. These mercenaries’ lives are already at risk, and so the Union would hardly have a right to appeal to the Council if the procedure turned out to be more volatile than was initially expected.
As a last note, Explorers, you need not worry about the Federation’s resources; they are plentiful. The issue in this vote is purely one of principle, and one I am sure you will be able to unravel.
Ana
A directive from Ji Young-Joo, emissary of the Emperor
Greetings, Explorers! As with all days, we have only our Emperor – may he outlive the stars – to thank for blessing us with the continued majesty and prosperity of the Empire.
It is very possible you may during the course of the conference have caught wind of the rumours of civil unrest surrounding Ichthys-β. You will all be relieved to know that these are rumours are mere speculation, flights of fancy indulged only by those wishing to blight the Empire’s untarnished reputation. Some citizens have been causing a disturbance, certainly, but they represent a vocal minority, and will be dealt with as such.
Fascinating, is it not, that the Council, with all its farcical talk of unity, would lend credence to such rumours, while tasking Imperial citizens such as yourselves with deciding the fate of Union mercenaries? A system which requires such rabid consensus will never stand the test of time. These mercenaries may live or die- it will change nothing.
No, the lives of these Union wretches are not our concern. The true nature of this vote lies in the sickness itself. Though the other factions may tout their sympathy for this scum, no doubt they too are determining how to play the situation to their advantage. If, perchance, the operation on Borealis goes awry, who knows what may happen between the Federation and the Union? For us, it may be wise to divide first, and conquer later.
All the same, when I dared broach the subject in my communion with His Eminence earlier, Imperator Solas made it clear that the Oracle had imparted upon him the importance of these patients, and spoke, in his gilded tones, of the potential they had to reshape the balance of power in the Core Systems. Leaving this operation to the Federation may lead to a chain of events we cannot undo. These corporate slaves may be misguided, but we would be wise to not underestimate their technological prowess.
There is not much more to say, Imperials. The Oracle’s guidance resonates through our very bones, for we are the subjects of Imperator Solas. Let its songs lead you to what the future holds, and grasp the present moment firmly.
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Haley Nguyen, Union member and Vox representative
Good day, Comrades! A tough outcome on that last vote, but I suppose you're used to those by now. For what it's worth, I think you got the best out of a bad situation there- who knows what the anomaly might've done if it was left unchecked. At least now it's stable, and the fleet didn't put their lives on the line for nothing. On a sidenote, I've got some developments to report on the Vox's behalf too: we've finally been able to get some leads on Ojin-Kai operations. They've been avoiding the Vox's eyes for some time now, but the Tonocom Defense situation in particular seems to have put them on the back foot. With a man like Cillian Mercer spearheading the operations, it's only a matter of time before we secure some Ojin-Kai aboard the Bastion.
Speaking of Tonocom, I don't think I have to advise any of you against trusting the Feds in this vote. That being said, it's no secret that our fellow Union members are going to be far worse off with the experimental treatment, so it might still be worth sending them to Borealis, regardless of what we might think of the Federation. And hey, who knows? Some Federation tech might accidentally slide into their pockets while they're there; who are we to put a stop to that? Jokes aside, it might be a blessing in disguise to get some inside intel on a pretty central Corpo conglomerate. I'm still sceptical on the Federation's stance on this; I doubt we can just chalk this up to Elijah being a a softie. Borealis' got to have some reason for agreeing to this beyond "it's the nice thing to do". If they were Corpos in Kim's sector? Maybe. But Elijah's the worst kind of corrupt-the kind that doesn't even know it. Wouldn't surprise me if someone else planted the idea in his head to begin with. Seems like if we don't send the patients to Borealis, we'd be denying the Feds what they want, but losing an advantage ourselves in the process. The question is if that outcome is worth it...
Well, I've given you all the info I can, so I'll leave the decision in your capable hands. Make the Union proud, Explorers.
Here's to a brighter tomorrow.
Haley
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Treat them on Station Ignis 3 (Empire,Federation,Union) , Send them to Borealis Inc. 0 ()
The final vote is in favor of using the resources of the Council to perform the operation on the Union mercenaries. Instructions have been provided to the medical staff on board station Ignis, and we expect the first report from them in short order.
Quantum's Children
The following is a sequence of two transmissions from Jin Lan, head of medical operations for the Universal Council:
Report 1
Location: station Ignis, Core Systems
Dating: preceding the 24th conference - time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: preliminary operation report
This is Jin Lan, reporting on the initial preparation for the cell-division operation on the Twin Suns’ members currently afflicted by Quantum sickness. The patients’ condition continues to worsen, and we fear the Quantum fusing may have already spread to the brain. So far, we’ve determined that the substance is affecting the glands and the nervous system, but to what degree we still don’t know. We expect to determine the degree of affectation throughout the course of this operation.
It is worth noting as well that over the course of our oversight, the staff has noticed certain peculiarities in the patients’ speech. While most of their speech continues to be relatively disconnected, there are words that repeat again and again. The most consistently reappearing of these are “Cradle”, “Travel”, and “Children”. The cause of this correlation hasn’t yet been confirmed, but initial speculation points to some form of psychological link between the patients’ subconscious through Quantum. Perhaps upon the conclusion of this operation these theories can be examined in greater detail. For now, our priority is the survival and safety of these patients.
Report 2
Location: Station Ignis, Core Systems
Dating: preceding the 24th conference - time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: conclusionary operation report
This is Jin Lan, reporting on the results of the cell-division procedure performed on the Twin Suns’ members afflicted by Quantum sickness. The results, unfortunately, were as we feared: all but three of the patients did not survive the procedure. Initial results were promising, but as the operation progressed further into the center of the body we found that in most cases, Quantum had fused with the entire nervous system. If we had only been faster, we might have been able to prevent it spreading so far. Unfortunately, our caution in this operation was necessary, given the volatility of Quantum in its natural state and the experimental nature of the treatment.
The remains of those that passed on will be ferried back to the Union, along with the three surviving members; we’re counting on them to get their comrades home to their families and loved ones. An additional observation regarding the surviving patients: all three of them needed to have Quantum-fused cells removed from their brains. This was the case with every patient, but these three had the least high density of Quantum in the frontal lobe. Though this may be a factor as to why they survived, it may also explain their peculiar behavior since regaining consciousness.
None of the staff can vouch for these mercenaries’ previous demeanors, but they seem distant. They will respond to questions and greetings, but only vaguely, staring off into the distance at something just beyond their field of view. Occasionally, they will cock their head, as if listening and nodding along to a conversation only they can hear.
Of further note is the substance that was extracted from the patients’ bodies. The process of cell-division proved extremely effective in separating out the Quantum from the patients. However, the Quantum that was extracted is a completely different form than anything we have observed before. Where regular Quantum can reform its own molecular structure, this substance seems to do so reflexively, based purely on external input. It almost appears to be… alive, in some way. Whatever the case, we have contained the substance on the station, where it will be analyzed further by the Quantum research team.
This concludes the transmissions.
Chapter 9: Groundswell
Groundswell
Report from the 25th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on board station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ji Young-Joo, Ferus Haden, Thulani Ade’k
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, Victor Huxley, Elijah Burke
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Mandla Bankole, Haley Nguyen
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
…and while the class-B ships that were sent into the light have disappeared, we are currently operating under the assumption that they have suffered the same fate as Mímir. We have seen secondhand what a ship destroyed by the light is like, and that appears to not have happened. For now, the Council’s directive is to simply wait for any change in the light that may result from this operation. There is also the matter of a missing Quantum shipment, which we will know more about once the investigation into the ship’s records has concluded.
Now, let us move toward a matter which involves the entirety of the Core Systems. It would seem the earlier rumors of violence of the Imperial Settlement World Ichthys-β were not unfounded. Several reports of unsanctioned deaths have occurred on the Inner Rim planet during the past few weeks.
Normally, such a matter would not involve the Council; it is a dispute centered within the faction itself, and has little bearing on matters of Core System politics. However, these bouts of aggression seem to be led by one group in particular: The Vulpis Oculi, a recently established underground political movement within the Empire, which aims to put more political power in the hands of Imperial citizens.
Two days ago, a statement from the Vulpis Oculi was issued across all transmission channels. It reads as follows:
“Citizens of the Empire! For too long have your voices been stifled, and your lives cast away to uphold the secrets of the nobility! Hundreds of thousands of our own people were killed by the Crimson Wolves in the Forge Worlds on Kepler, and for what? To apprehend a criminal none of us have even seen? I say to you, and to the Council: let us have our justice! Let the bastard Montez, whose Crimson Wolves are responsible for so many deaths, be displayed for all to see!”
From the message, it appears the Vulpis Oculi’s current revolt will not let up until Montez Lycanis be directly presented to the Imperial Citizens. As it stands, the Empire’s refusal to confirm the presence of Montez Lycanis is currently causing violence and unrest within the faction. This matter is no longer simply the faction’s own issue. The Imperial councilmembers present have, after negotiations, conceded that they would be willing to have the Council send an envoy, along with a small escort, to Montez’s prison on Eden Lycanis. However, they have said that a public display of the prisoner would be compromising their security in a manner both insulting and dangerous to the Empire. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Council order that Montez Lycanis be shown to both the Imperial citizens and the rest of the Core Systems in some form of public display, or does the Council send an envoy to Eden Lycanis and accept the Empire’s offer, allowing the faction to deal with the turmoil on Ichthys-β in its own manner?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Faction Storylines
Transmission from Ana Plíšková, assistant to Victor Huxley, COO of VasTech
Good sol, Explorers. You have, may I say, truly outdone yourselves with the results of the previous vote. In fact, I have just today received word from Mr. Huxley that he wishes to thank you in person during the next conference. You may look forward to a transmission from the COO of VasTech soon.
With the disappearance of Mímir, the disrupting signals emanating from the planet have slowly begun to subside. Vargas, as well as our other mining planets, are finally able to communicate more freely with the rest of the Federation.
Since the Valkyrie San’a has begun overseeing operations on these planets, there have been fewer and fewer working incidents, and production has been kept steady. In response to this, I am pleased to report that President Lee has reached out to VasTech and has offered the Corporation a preliminary financial operations agreement for Sector 2.
Now that you have been briefed on the situation within the Federation, I will move on to the current vote. It is generally the Federation’s belief that the Universal Council need not be so involved in the inner workings of faction politics. Certainly, as a faction, we do not want to be seen choosing sides within the Empire. However, now that the opportunity has presented itself, we must not squander it. This is either a chance to affirm our confidence in the current course of the Empire, or to attempt to sow dissent within it. Of course, if we choose the latter, we risk the retaliation of Solas and his forces.
Whether or not Montez Lycanis is in captivity certainly remains a pressing question; though the Crimson Wolves have not been seen for some time, they are still a threat to the integrity of the Federation. However, giving our full trust to another faction should never be the correct course of action. Whatever the outcome of this vote, we should not assume we are being presented with the full truth from anyone’s side.
Ana
A directive from Ji Young-Joo, emissary of the Emperor
Greetings once more, you who fly under the skies of the Empire! You are all rightly deserving of your position as Hands of Imperator Solas – may he outlive the stars – as many have taken to calling you. May you embody his will far beyond the grasp of the Empire’s systems.
To have such a rare substance as this organic Quantum matter be discovered aboard station Ignis, as opposed to a Federation research laboratory, is a great boon for the Empire. No doubt the Federation would have dissected the material ad infinitum, only for it to never fulfill its true purpose, one which only the Emperor can divine. Certainly, these Federation technocrats are seething with fury, knowing we have denied them such an important advantage!
I’m sure I need not speak to you on the current vote, however. The very suggestion that the Empire bend to such a minor voice within its borders is an affront to our principles. Stifled, indeed! The voices and wishes of the people of the Empire are channeled through our Emperor, who in turn is guided by the songs of the Oracle. Any who believe otherwise are misguided, or simply delusional.
Though the matter of displaying Montez is of no consequence – he is, after all, more than secure in House Lycanis’ cells – this is a question of principle, not of consequence. Imperator Solas has warned House Lycanis against bringing out Montez, saying it will only cause more turmoil for the Core Systems.
As citizens of the Empire, it is your duty to see these voices quelled, and their priorities set straight. Remember your place, Explorers.
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Haley Nguyen, Union member and Vox representative
Hello there, Comrades. I have to say, I’m not sure about last week’s outcome. While it might have been unwise to trust the Federation with our own people, I don’t know if sacrificing lives to uphold our principles is the right way forward for the Union. Certainly, sacrifices need to be made for progress, but this… this isn’t progress, it’s just stagnation.
The vote last week caused some ripples within the Union, that’s for sure. Among others, representatives of the Redeemers and the Gamayun mercenary clans spoke out against the Council’s decision during the Vox assembly. For what it’s worth, Aish and Mandla do seem to agree with your decision, but keep in mind that we have a Union to maintain, and that some bonds are more easily broken than others.
Seems like this vote will be less of a problem among our systems, though. These Vulpis Oculi folk may appear to be in line with the Union’s principles, but take more than a couple seconds to look at their methods and the thin coat of radical socialism gives way to simple pandering populist rhetoric. I doubt anybody in our fold will think harshly if the Council’s decision falls one way or the other.
No, the only one I’d trust to sincerely push Union ideals within the Empire would be Gloria Morell and her “cohorts”. Make no mistake, the Vulpis aren’t the lesser evil here. The actual outcome of the vote itself doesn’t particularly concern me- I’d say having Montez displayed publicly is a bit distasteful, but it doesn’t go further than that. The real question here is: who do we support? The insurgents peddling a new strain of opium to the masses, or the vulture of an Emperor who’s kept his people bound to the same concoction for hundreds of years?
Just remember: don’t make a decision without consulting with your fellow Union members first.
Here’s to a brighter tomorrow.
Haley
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Display Montez publicly 2 (Federation,Union) , Send an envoy to the Empire 1 (Empire)
The final vote is in favor of having house Lycanis display Montez publicly. Word has been sent to the Universal Council contact within the house, Aki Lycanis, who will proceed to make the necessary arrangements.
Eventide
The following are a number of transmissions sent by Aki Lycanis, over the course of the transport operation for Montez Lycanis’s public display.
Transmission from Aki Lycanis, UC contact for house Lycanis
Location: main docking bay of Eden Lycanis, southern aureole
Dating: 1st report – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: operation report
This is Aki, seventh son of house Lycanis, reporting on the progress of the public display of Montez Lyc- of Montez, the prisoner. The soil of an Eden is considered sacred, and as such it is unfitting for a public display to be held there. The prisoner has been dispatched to Canna station, orbiting planet Chysme, a planet currently under house Lycanis’ banner. A transmission framework has already been established on the station, which will enable the image of Montez to be displayed to every faction. The prisoner’s carrier is being accompanied by several military ships of house Lycanis, in case of unforeseen circumstances. Of course, the Empire’s Inner Rim of planets is incredibly secure, and there is almost no need for this type of additional protection.
Transmission from Aki Lycanis, UC contact for house Lycanis
Location: Oris, central city of Eden Lycanis, central aureole
Dating: 2nd report – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: operation report
This is Aki, seventh son of house Lycanis. The carrier ship containing the prisoner was set to arrive at Canna station a while ago. However, Canna had not sent word of the arrival of Montez. After brief correspondence with the station, I established that the vessel carrying the prisoner had not reached the station yet. Proceeding to check the carrier’s signal, I discovered we can no longer trace the ship. A patrol of class-D scout ships has been sent out to the ship’s last registered location.
Transmission from Aki Lycanis, UC contact for house Lycanis
Location: 4th wing of communications for Eden Lycanis, western aureole
Dating: 3rd report – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: operation report
We have discovered the carrier ship, along with its escorts. Every ship is fully intact, but… Its Drive is dead- even the backup power source has been disabled. Furthermore, there are not even any signs of a struggle; none of the crew are injured, they are simply unconscious, and the airlocks show no signs of having been opened.
There is only one immediate difference between the carrier ship as it is now and when it left the station. Our scout ship’s crew checked the cell room, and it is empty. Montez, the prisoner, is gone. There is no sign of his restraints being broken, they are simply… undone. The crew assures me that only someone with acute knowledge of the Empire’s technology could have done this.
Currently, the ships are being transported back to Eden Lycanis. It is possible the ship’s logs may be able to be recovered, or that whoever – or whatever – did this has left some sort of trace, but this seems highly unlikely.
End of transmissions
It would seem Montez Lycanis has escaped. First instinct would lead the Council to suspect the Crimson Wolves of the attack, but this method seems to suggest otherwise. It is true the Crimson Wolves have not been seen for some time, but for them to reappear in Empire space now – and the Inner Rim, at that – after they were driven towards Federation and Union space, would be a strange turn of events. Furthermore, if the Crimson Wolves were to free their leader, they would presumably not have done it with such little fanfare.
No, it seems another force is at work in this instance, a force which perhaps the Universal Council is unfamiliar with. The disappearance of Montez, however, appears to have somewhat softened the actions of the Vulpis Oculi on Ichthys-β. The direct consequences of this matter appear to have been averted, and as such, the Council need not involve itself. But we must remain wary; with a force like Montez unaccounted for, it is only a matter of time before the Council is called to action once again.
Chapter 10: Subjugation
Subjugation
Report from the 26th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on board station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ji Young-Joo, Ferus Haden, Thulani Ade’k
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, Victor Huxley, Elijah Burkea
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Mandla Bankole, Haley Nguyen
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
… investigation from the Empire has so far yielded no results as to the whereabouts of Montez. The assailants were incredibly careful to leave no solid traces behind. Currently the prevailing theory is that there was in fact no outside help- that Montez’s escape was solely his own doing. Conversely, the missing Quantum shipment bound for the Core Systems is also still unaccounted for. The Council will be informed of any leads in either matter as soon as they arise.
Now, let us turn to the relevant vote. Many of the gathered councilmembers may already be aware of this, but two days ago, the Council received a transmission relating to the Anomaly – the name our researchers have given to the mass of light that swallowed Mímir. The report, however, was riddled with static and almost impossible to decipher.
Given the issues with these direct transmissions, scientists on station Ignis attempted to observe the light from a distance, uncovering a perturbing development. The Anomaly, previously tinted in light hues across the visible spectrum, has begun pulsating and widening itself, vivid colors streaking across its expanding boundaries. The assembled fleets are already retreating, but the factoring in the Anomaly’s current alarming rate of growth, it seems only a matter of time before it envelops the fleet entirely. Of course, there is the possibility that this expansion is only temporary, but we have no way of confirming this within such a short span of time.
There does appear to be another option; one fragment of the fleets’ transmission mentions a method of stifling the Anomaly’s growth. Unfortunately, the specifics of this method were lost in the static, but with multiple fleets of research ships currently reinforcing the original small fleet, including several of the Council’s class-S vessels, it is possible the fleets actually possess the equipment necessary to halt the Anomaly’s progress. Of course, any significant technical operation would require power to be siphoned from the ship’s engines, leaving a large amount of them at the mercy of the Anomaly’s expansion.
The Council has considered many alternatives to these solutions, mainly the possibility of sending another single ship into the light to calm the turbulence, similar to the incident with the Panopea. Though ultimately, such methods hinge too heavily on clarity of communication with the fleet, or require more time than we have in this situation.
The effects of this development have been felt all across the Core Systems, but particularly within the Federation. Communications from the Nexus are breaking down, and may planets within the faction have been thrust into darkness. Taking this into account, it is highly unlikely the Council’s comms will reach the fleet unaltered. Our transmission must be short and immediate, able to be sent to the assembled fleets as often as possible to avoid any part of it being lost. Thus, the vote placed before Council is as follows:
Should the Council place their confidence in the fleets beyond the Core Systems, allowing them a chance to stop the Anomaly’s advance? Or does the Council instruct its ships to continue their retreat, trusting that the speed of the Anomaly’s growth will slow down before it reaches them?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Faction Storylines
Transmission from Victor Huxley, COO of VasTech
Good sol, Explorers! Unfortunately, that little stunt from some rogue faction made last week’s vote a bit of a failure. I still firmly believe it was the work of some outside force; this Imperial outcast styling himself a pirate may be resourceful, but to take out an entire entourage of Imperial escort ships, and leave no men wounded? I don’t think so.
All the same, now we can be certain of one thing: this vicious pirate is once again free to roam the skies as he pleases. In these trying times, it is the duty of every Federation citizen to hold their head up high, and steel themselves for the hardships to come.
Of course, I don’t mean to place any blame on you Explorers for his escape- I would have done much the same in your situation. Defy the despot, and give the people a voice! You proved yourselves true paragons of Federation virtues there, as you did with your collaborative decision to treat the patients on station Ignis. Of course, it is certainly a shame that our faction has not retained exclusive rights to such a discovery, but these are the sacrifices we must make for standing behind our principles.
Sadly, from what we are hearing on board the station, it seems every sector of the Federation is now suffering from this communication fallout. Of course, with VasTech’s proven track record of dealing effectively with these situations, we have been asked to dispatch several Valkyrie Units to the more severely affected planets, and are working with the corporations involved to ensure the living environment for their employees is not impacted in any way.
But let us return to the vote at hand. Oh, to be given a chance to participate in such a monumental galactic occasion! You should count yourselves lucky. Certainly, if I were in your shoes, I would prioritize experimentation over safety- nothing was ever gained from shying away from risk, after all. But I can, of course, see the merits of attempting to outrun the Anomaly as well. Lest it not catch up to our ships, their respective crews would be in a much more fit state to continue their duties. Going from Kepler-7 to yet another life-threatening situation has no doubt left them exhausted.
Well, I’d wager that’s more than enough from me; I’m sure you have more than enough to discuss among yourselves. I’m grateful to have the honor of addressing you once again, and remember: VasTech stands with you, in all your endeavors.
Best,
Victor
A directive from Ji Young-Joo, emissary of the Emperor
At last, a sign of providence has arrived! A raging storm that portents great things. Whatever may befall our ships in this ordeal, it is clear this step is a colossal stride forward on the path of the Empire’s destiny!
I greet you, Explorers, on a day that has brightened up the Empire’s dark skies. For with the disappearance of Montez, there is still reason to grieve. I understand you did what you could, Explorers, but the stubbornness of the lesser factions will never cease to astound.
In particular, my heart – and I am sure yours as well – goes out to Ivona Craine, present as she was on Eden Lycanis, hoping certainly at last for this miserable cretin to be put to justice. But no, the snake has slipped between our fingers once more. Rest easy though Imperials, for I have word that the beauteous Gloria Morell is keeping order within house Lycanis’ Eden, even as its members may worry about this terrible development.
Yes, certainly the bastard Montez will soon belong to the Empire once more. Such are the words of Imperator Solas – may he outlive the stars – and their truth resounds across the open expanse of the galaxy.
So let us move on to this Anomaly, this flood of light that threatens to wash over our ships. Do not fear it! Let its glory envelop them, let their cries of elation be transcendent! Thought it is not the time for us to place our faith in the machinations of scientists, standing our ground and facing the Anomaly head on may well be the correct path. It may also be that the Anomaly wishes to show us something, pushing our ships away deliberately so that we may discover a new secret.
The choice is yours, Explorers, but know that, in the words of Imperator Solas, your current journey is almost at its end.
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Haley Nguyen, Union member and Vox representative
Hello, Comrades. Good job on that vote during the last conference; close votes like this are exactly what keeps my conviction in the Union strong, and remind me that every person’s voice always matters.
You know, if I had to guess, I’d say Montez was never even on that ship- seems to me like an easy way for the Empire to cover up their lies. The fact that the Vulpis Oculi have taken this in their stride (for now, at least) seems to confirm what I suggested in my last transmission as well: they’re not in it for change, they’re just looking to stoke the flames of rebellion for their own gain.
Before I move on to the vote, I thought some of you might appreciate a bit of information about the citizens of Morn. I was on the Bastion just before heading to Ignis, and they’re being well taken care of. The Bastion is more than capable of housing multiple planet’s worth of people, so there’ve been no accommodation issues as of yet. It’s actually quite nice to see the Bastion so filled with life; it can often feel quite empty, large as it is.
Oh, and you might also be interested to know that the citizens have been joined on board by a few members of the Ojin-Kai. The efficiency with which Mercer is rounding up these folks is downright astonishing, I’ve got to say.
Now, in contrast to last week’s vote, this one’s definitely going to turn some heads. I don’t expect the Vox assembly to be a quiet one, no matter which way this ends up panning out. As for my thoughts on it, we have such limited information it’s hard to make a call. I would at least caution against putting all your faith in the fleets being able to stop the Anomaly; while the Council’s tech can be pretty impressive at times, it’s not always reliable.
I know you’re worried- some of you might have friends, loved ones on those ships. Don’t be afraid to reach out to your fellow Union members for support and advice. You can rely on each other for that. That’s how we get through this; that’s how the Union gets through this. Sometimes, these catastrophes are inevitable. But pretending that it’s some form of ‘celestial providence’ like I heard Ji bandying about is just going to get more people killed.
Here’s to a brighter tomorrow, for all of us.
Haley
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Stop the Anomaly’s advance 3 (Empire,Federation,Union) , Flee from the Anomaly 0 ()
The final vote is in favor of instructing the fleets to stop the Anomaly’s advance. The continuous transmission to the fleets from station Ignis commenced several minutes ago. We still have no guarantee that the message will even reach our ships; in the event the Council does receive a response, this will be relayed directly to all members of the Explorer program.
Emergence
Transmission from Soren Lynk
Origin: the Obelisk, 3rd class-S frigate of the Universal Council
Dating: 26th report – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: operation report
Hello? Hello, is anyone hearing this? This is Soren Lynk, comms officer for the Obelisk. Seems like the signal interference from the Anomaly is thinning out, so I hope this is getting through. Our other class-S ships just sent word that the Anomaly is retreating, though one of them – Finch’s Spear – was struck by one of the tendrils coming off the Anomaly; I did not see it firsthand, but the crew aboard the surrounding ships said it was as if the hull was ripped out of space, completely evaporated into nothing.
I am on the Obelisk’s main observation deck at the moment and have a clear visual on the light as it’s pulling away. It looks… almost like it is being sucked back in towards its point of origin. No report yet if the Quantum resonance experiment was the cause of this, but given the incident coincided so directly with the combined efforts of our class-S ships it seems very likely.
Whatever the cause of this phenomenon, it is certainly stunning. The rest of our ships are continuing their retreat, and the command has been given for the class-S ships to rejoin the fleet for now. Since we don’t know exactly what the outcome of this new development will – hold on. I’m seeing something from the bridge window here, trying to get a closer look on the monitors. There, and… yes, I have it up. It looks like the Anomaly is… solidifying. By the stars, it has certainly shrunk quite a lot! All the colors are running together, and the light it’s – it’s taking on a new shape, something like a large sphere. Hold on a moment, excuse me.
(faintly) Jane, can I get confirmation on this from the other fleets? And Jensen, switch our radio emitters to shortwave. If this is what I think it is, we’re going to need them soon.
Yes, hello again. Apologies, some of the crew have gathered on the bridge, so it is slightly harder to make out, but the light is – yes, it’s fading now, threading around the edges of this object, and collapsing in the center. Ah, and now it is is completely gone – my word. There’s no mistaking this, for certain, even from this distance. Yes, I have just received confirmation from one of the technicians. The clouded atmosphere may be gone, as well as the mysterious disrupting signal, but… it is the same planet. Mímir has returned.
Jensen, tune the emitters to local, please. I’ll let the fleet know we’re turning back around.
Transmission ends.
Chapter 11: The Cradle
The Cradle
Report from the 27th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on board station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ji Young-Joo, Ferus Haden, Cael’an Ashuret
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, Kim Lee, Elijah Burke
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Mandla Bankole, Haley Nguyen
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
As was stated in Soren Lynk’s transmission following the conclusion of the last vote, the planet Mímir has returned, after being lost to us since the 23rd conference of this dating. Initial surface analysis showed absolutely no change in the composition of the planet; its crust has aged by the roughly the same amount of time that it was gone for. The only perceivable changes were the complete absence of the signal that led our ships to Mímir in the first place, and the disappearance of turbulent storm clouds covering the surface.
However, the Council’s fleets did pick up another, separate signal: a distress beacon, belonging to Captain Nicolás Kestrel. Our ships ventured onto the planet’s surface, bringing the full force of our fleets to bear on Mímir. While the tunnel networks of the planet were labyrinthine, our operation managed to successfully follow the signal to its source. The following is the last transmission the Council received:
Transmission from Soren Lynk
Location: surface of Mímir, cave network
Dating: 4th report – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: mission report
This is Soren Lynk. We have just passed the last leg on our path to the signal, and it seems the caves are opening up- (scuffling) hold on, why’ve we stopped? Ayun, man, what’s the matter with- good lord. There is something huge in these caves. I repeat, a massive object has been found in Mímir’s caves. Organic or not, it seems to be emitting some strange pulse, and- there’s people here.
(faint orders barked, echoing off cave walls)
They look like- yes, that’s them. It’s the original crew from the Panopea’s fleet. Still breathing, that’s good. Get Captain Kestrel on your shoulders. (thudding) And Commander Varse can go… here I think. My lord, what’s happened to them? They look… drained. And this? That’s her mission log. Still functional, that’s good.
(click)
Listen, our operation is currently preparing to bring the crew up to the surface as soon as we can. The nearest class-S ship will update the Council further on the situation.
Transmission ends.
The Cradle: Part 2
Following this, Captain Kestrel, Commander Varse, and the rest of the surviving crew were ferried beyond the caves. Commander Varse’s logs (which are currently being indexed, to be released publicly later) indicate that this object the expedition found is a fourth artifact similar in nature to the Bastion, the Nexus and the Oracle, but far smaller than any of them. Small enough, Commander Varse’s logs suggest, to be transported out of Mímir’s cave system.
The exact nature or function of the artifact is unclear, but it most likely has something to do with Mímir’s sudden reappearance. Early scans of the caves indicate signs of a recent massive Quantum surge.
Another fact worth noting is that the Arbiter, the class-B vessel sent into the light and captained by Kal Haden, is now nowhere to be found. It was assumed the ship had made contact with Mímir, but this does not appear to have been the case.
With the Crimson Wolves at large and the recent attacks on Quantum shipments, it would be better to have as many fleets as possible on standby at station Ignis. However, this new artifact cannot be left unguarded. If the Council’s fleets are to be kept on standby, this would require an arduous transport of the artifact back to the station, which would be placing the station itself, as well as the rest of the Core Systems, at great risk.
The other option is to leave the artifact where it is and use the Quantum deposits on Mímir to facilitate initial experimentation with its function. Unfortunately, this would leave the artifact quite vulnerable; so far from the Core Systems, it is quite an appealing target, not only for mercenary groups, but also for other factions. We do not want a repeat of the later years of the Quantum war. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Council ship the artifact back to station Ignis, incurring risk to both the Council and its surrounding systems, or does the Council leave the artifact where it is, prepare it for further research and perhaps even for use, and take precautions for any forces that might threaten our possession of the artifact?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Transmission from Ana Plíšková, assistant to Victor Huxley, COO of VasTech
Good sol, Explorers. I understand Mr. Huxley was incredibly delighted to have another opportunity to communicate with all of you. I do not blame him; the Explorer program continues to impress. As I sit at my desk, I can swipe through hundreds of transmissions from every sector of Federation space, thanking you for your part in removing Mímir’s disrupting signal and restoring Nexus communications. You ought to be proud of yourselves.
Mr. Huxley is unfortunately not here to speak to you in person; he has relinquished his duties on the Council for the time being, as VasTech’s presence is sorely needed to help those planets affected by the Anomaly rebuild their communication networks.
And of course, with this new development of Mímir’s return comes an entirely new issue: the matter of the fourth artifact. Doubtless it needs to be contained and researched, but how? The Federation’s councilmembers remain convinced the artifact is dangerous. This would lead us to heavily consider leaving the artifact on Mímir.
However, another factor must also be considered. There is talk among the Council of holding a vote to decide where the artifact will be kept. If this ends up going through, it could change matters. The Federation’s technology would be more than enough to contain the dangers of a smaller artifact, if we were to receive it. On the other hand, allowing the Empire or the Union to obtain the artifact might be even more useful. Without our advancements to guide them, they may well cause a larger catastrophe localized entirely to their own systems. Transporting the artifact back to station Ignis would certainly give us more flexibility.
Whichever way the vote falls, we will need to be on our guard. Good luck, Explorers. Make the Federation proud.
Ana
A directive from Ji Young-Joo, emissary of the Emperor
What has the Oracle sung time and time again? That the Empire’s destiny lies beyond the Core Systems. And now you see it plain and simple, Explorers: a fourth artifact! The destiny of the Empire manifested into single, glorious form! Let the Vulpis Oculi preach of their futile revolt, let the Union and the Federation have their fragile ideals. All loyal citizens of the Empire know that the only truth is the one put forward by Imperator Solas – may he outlive the stars!
Yes, we are fortunate enough to have the liberty of choice in this instance; not so as to determine the Empire’s will, but to weave our strings tightly and carefully around the other factions. We have the opportunity to stack the deck in our favor here, Explorers, and we must not waste it. The safety, and security of this artifact must, of course, be the Empire’s top priority in these trying times.
Certainly, leaving the fourth artifact exposed in open space means it is less secure, and well… it would certainly be a tragedy if the artifact were to suddenly vanish under these circumstances. Of course, the Council’s fleets will be more wary of anything out of the ordinary in this case. On the other hand, station Ignis, though a secure location, may hold the danger of lulling the Core Systems into a false sense of security. After all, no faction would dare remove an artifact from the Council’s base of operations. No, certainly not.
The vote falls to you now. A new dawn has broken for the Empire, Explorers; it is time for us to seize this day.
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Haley Nguyen, Union member and Vox representative
Hi there, Comrades. It’s crazy over here- Ignis has been just one whirlwind of activity since Mímir returned. I haven’t had time to rest, let alone time to sleep. Do-drops are the only thing keeping me going at the moment; Vinya’s been kind enough to lend me some of theirs.
I don’t doubt you all saw in the conference briefing that we have some excellent news: looks like most of the original team is alive! No doubt thanks to all of your efforts as well as theirs, I’m sure. It’ll be good to have Sera on active duty again once she recovers. I just don’t know what she’ll do when she finds out about Casper. As some of you might know, he was among the mercenaries we performed the cell-division experiment on, and well… he didn’t make it. At least Sera’s safe now, but... it’s going to be hard for her, I’m sure.
By the stars, I’m having a hard time keeping my head in it today. Okay. So this fourth artifact definitely looks like it’s going to be dangerous- damn near wiped out an entire Council fleet by itself, for god’s sake… and we’re considering bringing that in? I don’t like it. Then again, leaving the artifact in open space also worries me. No doubt Solas can’t wait to get his bloodstained hands on a second artifact, in whatever way he can.
I worry about the future of the Core Systems, Explorers, I really do. But I trust in us – in you – to make the right decision here.
Here’s to a brighter tomorrow.
Haley
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: The Artifact stays on Mímir 3 (Empire,Federation,Union) , Bring the Artifact to Ignis 0 ()
The final vote is in favor of keeping the new artifact on Mímir. Word has been sent to the Council’s fleets that a significant number of them are to return to station Ignis. Sera, Nicolás, and their crew are on board the Obelisk, to be ferried back to the Core Systems. We expect word from the flagship soon on the progression of their voyage.
Chrysalis
Transmission from Florence O’Connor, 2nd comms officer for the Obelisk
Location: ten days off from station Ignis, moving toward Federation space
Dating: 3rd report - time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: travel report
Florence O’Connor here, 2nd comms officer for the Obelisk. Soren’s taking a break to move around the ship, talk to a couple of the survivors, maybe get a sense of what exactly happened down on Mímir. Seems like they’re not sure either though; we might just have to wait until they’re fully compos mentis.
One thing our fleets have been able to do is decode some more fragments of Commander Varse’s mission logs. Seems like she came up with a name for the artifact: “the Cradle,” she calls it. Though ‘came up’ might not be exactly accurate – anyway, you’ll hear it soon enough. I’ve included what logs we’ve got with this transmission.
Other than that, ship thermals are normal, engine stability is rising but regular, outer casing’s still in middling condition from Anomaly damage. We’re still monitoring all Quantum Drives in the fleet, but there’s been nothing abnormal yet. Few blips on the radar – asteroids most likely – but they vanished pretty quick too. Here’s hoping the whole journey’s this smooth.
Log #152
…god, my head. Last thing I remember… I have no idea, actually. Great. That’s not worrying at all. It wasn’t this dark when we got here, that’s for damn sure – there was that tunnel up to the surface. Must be night on Mímir then. If we’re even still on Mímir, that is. I can… vaguely make out shapes. My crew. Kate. The Cradle. Nicolás. Why’s he here, wasn’t he – urgh, fuck. Can’t think straight. Some of them are moving. My sides feel like someone took a soldering iron to them. Don’t look, Sera just… don’t look.
Log #159
Still no real movement from anyone. Glow around the wound on my stomach looks like Quantum, but I can’t be sure in this light. I think the worst part about this is that damn tunnel. Not like we would have ever found it, but it just leads straight up. Right to the surface. (sobbing) I’m sorry, Casper. I’m so sorry.
Log #174
(static)…strange to be this alone. Though, not exactly alone, I suppose. Still, feels like the world’s died. Maybe it has. Kate woke up a while ago, crawled up to me, said something – I couldn’t make it out. She passed out soon enough, head on my lap. They all look… really tired. So do I, probably. At least the tunnel gets me a good view of the stars. Can’t complain about that, I suppose. When was the last time I took a moment to stargaze? Ages ago, probably back on Arnum. Don’t remember the nights on Mímir being this long though…
Hold on. (fabric rustling) Kate, sorry about this. I know you love your old-school notes, but (tearing) there we go. We’d already started charting the constellations here, so… (scribbling) No… (more scribbling). But that doesn’t make any sense! Unless… (deep humming, soft whispers) did… did you bring us here?
Transmission ends.
Interlude
Several weeks ago...
Kal Haden leaned back in the most comfortable chair on the Arbiter and watched as the lights of the Anomaly grew steadily closer. Colors of every imaginable hue played across the deep-set grooves in his face, which remained defiantly calm. At this distance, the scale of the Anomaly was breathtaking – an impenetrable tunnel of light. He likened it to his first time flying close to a star; nothing but a pressure pane separating him and instant death. Of course, Kal did not fear death.
He flicked some dust off his uniform and looked down at his crew. The orders from the Council had come in a few hours ago – one ship, class-B, was to travel into the center of the light. Kal saw in the eyes of these soldiers that same fear he lacked: fear of what this journey might bring. They were leaving the safety of the Council’s fleets behind. Even if they did manage to find Mímir, what then? Kal sniffed. Nothing was more suffocating than humanity’s fear of the unknown, and the air on the deck of the Arbiter was thick with it.
As a Haden, he was intimately familiar with death. From the moment his father had held his head underwater until he could no longer breathe, Kal had walked alongside death, and observed the path it traveled. Such was the way of house Haden; when death’s pace quickened, you matched it. You could not outrun death, but that did not mean you could not keep up.
However, for the past three agonizing years, Kal had felt neither the need to run, nor the need to keep up the pace. His finger twitched on the console, yearning for the heft of a rifle, for the thrill of combat. He was old now – perhaps too old. For too long now he had walked alone, kept from death by the Council and their promises of “peace”. At a certain age, a soldier has only one more good fight left in him. The Council had known to save Kal for that fight, to preserve his instincts for when they needed them most.
“Sir, permission to engage?” the shrill voice of a lieutenant on the deck below broke his concentration, and Kal sighed.
“Engage.” He spoke the word dismissively, returning his gaze once more to the magnificent cauldron of light before him. A shockwave ran through the cold steel of the Arbiter’s frame as its Quantum Drive kicked into action, sending the ship hurtling directly into the heart of the Anomaly. Kal watched the thick tendrils of solid light wrap themselves around the ship’s hull. He sat back, and braced himself…
It’s said that no human can truly see past their own limits; that if we were, for a moment, to understand even a fraction of the true complexity of our universe, our minds would be shattered into a thousand fragments and blasted into dust.
It was in this moment, in a rush of brilliant and violent light, that Kal Haden experienced just that. He watched as the Arbiter folded in on itself, its deck convulsing, and in an instant understood the illusions of space and time as just that – illusions. Kal’s mind fought against the thought, but he could already feel the strands of his consciousness being pulled apart, threatening to tear completely in their attempts to grasp the impossible. And then…
For a moment, his vision became clear, and he saw in the ribbons of light a face; the face of a friend, a face he had known his entire life. “At last,” he grinned, baring teeth like thick, heavy headstones. “Go on then, you bastard. Keep running. I’ll catch up soon.” With that, Kal’s head whipped back, a loud scream tearing itself from his mouth as he pulled his mind back from the brink of expulsion.
Somewhere, out in the depths of space...
There was a hollow silence on the Arbiter. The light had gone. The thrum of the engines had stopped.
“Permission to speak, sir?”
Kal opened his eyes to a field of stars. A wiry lieutenant stood bent at his side, the lad’s freckled face contorting itself in faint concern. “How long was I out, lieutenant?” Kal breathed.
“Not more than an hour, sir.”
Kal sat up straight and waved for the lieutenant to keep his distance. “Good… good. Permission granted.”
“We made it through the Anomaly, sir, but… we can’t find Mímir on our scanners.” The lieutenant spoke nervously, rubbing his hands together before continuing: “In fact, we can’t find anything – no nearby constellations or planets our systems recognize at all.”
“Unfortunate.” Kal was surprised at his matter-of-factness on this matter, but he did not let it show. “What do you suggest we do, lieutenant?”
He fixed the man with a piercing stare, which the younger man failed to meet. “That’s not the last of it, sir. I think – I think you should see this for yourself, sir.”
“Very well.” Kal raised himself and allowed the lieutenant to guide him to the navigation console, dimly aware of the crew’s eyes following them, and the eerie silence that swallowed his footsteps. He stared at the screen. A young-looking soldier was operating the console. Her eyes, a deep serpentine green, reflected the broad disk of stars covering the display. “What am I looking at, officer?”
She turned to face him. “Our system sweep’s getting hits, captain, but they’re nowhere close to our current location. And this one-” she gestured at a particular cluster on the monitor. “The system data’s old, sir. Very old. And if we look a bit closer...” she moved her fingers, and the stars blurred across the screen, magnifying until only a single planet was visible.
There was a collective gasp from the assembled crew. Kal raised an eyebrow. He had only ever seen the planet pictured in simulations, holographic mock-ups, virtual approximations, the like. But even then, he recognized it immediately. Any human would.
“How is that possible?”
“It’s the distance, sir. Currently, we’re more than a hundred thousand light years away, so… that’s what we’re seeing, sir. A hundred thousand years – or more – into the past.”
Kal Haden looked once again at the console, at the slowly rotating planet, its oceans startingly blue, its land a vibrant, inviting green. The Earth hung in the air, spinning like a jewel halfway to the floor.
“But if we’re that far away, then…”
The freckled lieutenant stood back, waiting until he was sure he could speak. Even when he did, his voice remained wavering, uncertain.
“Yes sir – we believe we may be in another galaxy.”
Chapter 12: First Steps
First Steps
Report from the 28th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on board station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ji Young-Joo, Ferus Haden, Moira Craine
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, Kim Lee, Elijah Burke
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Artúr Zelenka, Haley Nguyen
…while Kestrel has been co-operative, the vice-captain seems to have very little recollection of what transpired on Mímir. Sera Varse has not been as forthcoming, and seems reluctant to speak about her experiences on the planet. In light of the events which will be discussed presently, the Universal Council has instructed the Obelisk to place the reclaimed crew under stricter supervision until they return to Ignis.
Now, let this conference move on to the matter at hand. Four days ago, two Twin Suns mercenaries were apprehended while crossing into Empire space. Ordinarily, this would not be a matter of the Council’s concern – provided there is a justifiable reason for it, travel between the factions is neither prohibited, nor discouraged. The complication lies in these mercenaries’ identities: their names are Iza and Esau, the same two Twin Suns mercenaries who survived the forced cell-division treatment during this council’s 24th conference.
According to accounts from other Union members, both Iza and Esau have been acting strangely since their return to the Twin Suns fleet. As with most Union mercenaries, the two have no direct family, but have still neglected those that previously considered them close friends. Instead, both have preferred to spend their time in each other’s company, despite previously being no more than casual acquaintances.
Twin Suns’ records show that the ship the two used to cross into Empire space was deployed several days earlier from the Chitin’s Edge, the mercenary clan’s flagship. After returning Iza and Esau to the fleet, the Twin Suns questioned the pair about the reasons for their departure, for which they gave no answers, expressing only a desire to leave for the Empire as soon as possible. When asked to explain their reasons, both Iza and Esau reportedly remained silent.
Multiple Union councilmembers have expressed the Vox’s concerns regarding the Empire’s possible involvement in this ordeal. For their part, the Imperial councilmembers have denied any such involvement, but this does not appear to have assuaged the other faction’s concerns. Since this is now an inter-faction issue, the Universal Council is obliged to address the situation.
From what the Twin Suns have relayed to the Council, both Iza and Esau have tried to leave Chitin’s Edge multiple times since their return. The mercenary clan wishes to get to the bottom of the matter and has suggested transferring both mercenaries to a detainment facility in Font, a highly advanced metropolis on Gaea, a central planet in the Union’s systems.
However, many Union councilmembers, as well as those from other factions, find this course of action to be unacceptable; for them, it falls too close to human experimentation and unwilling detainment, core tenets which the Union strives against, especially since Iza and Esau are no direct threat to anyone. Many councilmembers have suggested that the pair’s wishes be honored, and to have them be received within the Empire as visitors, for however long they choose to stay. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Council order for the detainment of the mercenaries on Gaea, potentially allowing further observation of their behavior, or does the Council order the Twin Suns to allow the mercenaries to leave the Union under escort, so they can enter Imperial space without restrictions?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Faction Storylines
Transmission from Ana Plíšková, assistant to Victor Huxley, COO of VasTech
Good sol, Explorers. I write this with a somewhat heavy heart, as today is the last day I will be serving as your faction contact. Mr. Huxley and VasTech require my assistance in their expansions into other sectors within the Federation, so I will be leaving station Ignis after this conference is concluded.
My absence will be made up for by the Valkyrie San’a, who is returning to active duty as a councilmember and faction contact following her peerless efforts on Vargas and our other mining planets. We are expecting operations and communications on these planets to resume very soon, now that the Cradle’s signal has been silenced.
When discussing the current vote, I have heard many of my colleagues whisper of collusion between the two factions involved – I do not, however, view these concerns to be well-founded, and would advise you to regard the facts of the matter as they stand.
The rights of individuals are certainly important, and the Federation holds individual freedom as one of its core virtues. On the other hand, as President Adonis remarked so poignantly during the conference, is that freedom not something one must earn? To become a member of a Union clan is not a mandate – it is a choice. Surely, actively contributing to things such as drug trade, a practice which affects lives in every faction, should call into question that individual’s right to their own freedom? That is after all why the Federation’s robust justice systems exist: to put a stop to those who would seek to inhibit the freedom of others.
Though of course, my recent experience of detainment during the murder of Julius Lycanis makes me slightly more sympathetic to the case of these mercenaries. It was only the knowledge of my own innocence that carried me through that experience; I can’t imagine the anguish it would inflict on two people so clearly in some state of mental deficiency.
As always, the choice is yours, Explorers. And may I say: It has been an honor serving as your contact for these past few conferences – I hope to one day have the opportunity to do so again.
Ana
A directive from Ji Young-Joo, emissary of the Emperor
Explorers, it is once again a magnificent day within the Empire! Take this chance to thank our Emperor – may he outlive the stars – for his providence and generosity in giving both shelter and comfort to us, and all others who are deserving of it.
For certain, it is a good thing that you voted to keep the Cradle in its place. We can rest assured that there will be no danger to the rest of the Core Systems, and that no faction would be… bold enough to make any attempt towards jeopardizing this situation. Yes, it’s safe to say that the new artifact is now in a perfect position, as far as the Empire is concerned.
Now, let us move to a discussion of this intriguing set of circumstances: an impromptu defection of two dedicated Union mercenaries. The Empire, of course, is no stranger to welcoming new citizens; after all, who would not wish to fly under our banner?
Having spoken thus, however, concern must be raised as to whether we should invite this Union scum into our systems. Do we owe these mercenaries anything? Have they made any promises to pledge themselves to the Empire fully, and with their entire being? I should think not.
What I would urge you to consider, however, is the information they might offer us. Any insights they may provide when… prompted, could certainly be an asset to our Mendacian division. It is of no concern of ours whether these miscreants are to rot in a Union slumheap, but if they wish to better themselves and join the Empire, perhaps we should let them.
May you be graced with the wisdom of Solas, Imperials.
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Haley Nguyen, Union member and Vox representative
Good day, Comrades. Tensions on Ignis have definitely increased since the last conference; I think having the Cradle be so exposed is probably most of what’s putting people on edge – I could swear Moira’s voice is shriller than it usually is. Despite that, so far nothing’s happened, so it seems like you made the right call last week, Explorers.
Rounding up of the Ojin-Kai sects is coming along well, too. I’ve never seen Mercer so ecstatic – it’s honestly a little off-putting. But we’re bringing some much-needed peace and relief to Union planets on the outer systems, and that’s wonderful to see. Detainment is a little bit of a sensitive topic at the moment though, with the vote being the way it is.
Obviously, people leaving the Union happens, but I’ve never seen something like this. I was approached by some Union members on the station that knew Iza; they told me she was always cheerful, always bright. I showed them some of the footage the Council gave us, and they almost didn’t recognize her.
Apparently, her birth parents were killed in a messy skirmish with the Empire when she was a kid. There’s no clear reason for why her demeanor changed like this. I just wish they’d both speak, so we’d know a bit more, but it’s not like we can… force our own people into something they don’t want to do. I’ve been to Font many times though – spent most of my early days as a Celestial there – and I can vouch for the procedures there being safe and effective. Iza and Esau will be well taken care of if we send them over.
I just want you all to remember to vote with your heart, and not your head. If we start treating our people like numbers, we’ll be no better than the Federation. Good luck, Explorers.
Here’s to a brighter tomorrow.
Haley
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Detain the mercenaries on Gaea 3 (Empire,Federation,Union) , Escort the mercenaries to the Empire 0 ()
The final vote is in favor of detaining the Union mercenaries on Gaea. A ship from Chitin’s Edge will be safely transporting Iza and Esau to Font, where they will be transferred to the Gamayun labs, under care of Hunter Yin and his team. An Initial report from the team is expected soon after the mercenaries’ arrival.
Quantum's Call
Transmission from Hunter Yin, Clasped Fist of the Gamayun
Location: the best damn lab in the galaxy
Dating: 3 days since my last shower
Designation: eat it.
(faint, bass-heavy music thuds in the background)
Hello there, Universal Council! How do you do, and all that. It’s my first time chatting with you highly esteemed councilors so directly. So tell me, how exactly does it feel to be the only thing standing between the Core Systems and total, unmitigated democracy? I bet you all sleep excellently.
We got your “shipment”, by the way. I’m curious, was it the Feds’ idea to handcuff them? Well, you’ve no need to worry – the Union takes care of its own, no matter what your fucked-up little experiments on Ignis might have done to them. We’ve placed Iza and Esau in separate Iso-chambers for now, getting them everything they need and any comforts they want. So far there’s been no talking from either person, but I’m chalking that up to ‘trauma-via-ineptitude’ unless we start to see conclusive signs of the contrary.
By the way, is this really what the Council is concerning itself with these days? I’d have thought you’d pay more attention to the actual problems in our systems. Where’s the outreach for the miners on Vargas, you red-tape-touting cockroaches? At least someone like Cillian Mercer gets things-
Transmission cuts off.
Transmission from Hunter Yin, Clasped Fist of the Gamayun
Location: Gamayun labs, Font’s 3rd district
Dating: 2nd report – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: medical report
(high-pitched electronic music whines in the distance)
Apparently, the last transmission wasn’t “in line” with official Council procedures. My apologies, on behalf of your procedures. Still, I’ll be keeping it civil from now on, because I’m just that considerate.
We’ve moved Iza and Esau to a single Iso-chamber. That’s not normal procedure, but we didn’t have a choice. Iza started screaming and clawing at the walls shortly after the last transmission – damn near tried to tear the chamber to pieces. Our equipment went crazy, too, getting all sorts of mental readings. Esau just started shivering, and his vitals were beginning to get dangerously low.
So, we brought him in with Iza, and it looks like that’s got them to calm down for now. They’re eating again, which is encouraging. Esau’s temperature is stable, but our equipment’s still throwing up unusual mental activity – looks like parts of their brains are fully in sync with one another. There’s no tangible energy link there as far as we can tell, it’s more like a reactive connection, like they’re feeding off something larger. I think if we keep them here for a while longer, we can get a clearer picture of what that something is.
A few of the other lab members have also noticed that both Iza and Esau have started humming these strange melodies sometimes. Could be a coping mechanism, but I’ll have to see it for myself to report more; I’m only working off recordings at the moment.
Well, councilors. That’ll be all from me. Oh, and any and all communication from here on will be done through an intermediary; because frankly, talking to you people makes me sick.
(music gets louder, cuts off)
Transmission ends.
Chapter 13: Blackout
Blackout
Report from the 29th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on board station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ji Young-Joo, Ferus Haden, Moira Craine
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, Kim Lee, Elijah Burke
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Mandla Bankole, Haley Nguyen
…Varse has been placed under supervision on station Ignis. One of our best officers, Brighton Connors, is conducting a thorough examination on her and her crew. Thanks to our research on Mímir, there is one thing that we know already: this artifact – the Cradle – can be activated. Exactly how, or what this activation will achieve, remains to be seen. Our teams on Mímir are working diligently to answer those questions.
Now, the Council must unfortunately redirect its attention to an issue plaguing the Federation’s outer systems. The mining planet Vargas was one of the first to be affected by the Cradle’s strange signals. Now that communications with Vargas have been restored, it has become clear that something is very wrong there. Miners have been dying by the hundreds, perhaps thousands, from overdosing on an unknown substance.
The Federation strongly believes that this epidemic is a result of Vargas’s disturbed communications, and has warned the Council that if nothing is done regarding this situation, they will freeze trade with both the Union and the Empire. Councilmembers of the other factions have expressed a dislike for using the entirety of the Council’s forces in this situation. Their attitude is understandable, given that the Council’s full commitment to the Kepler-7 incident in the Empire limited many of its actions in the events that followed.
It has thus been agreed that the Council will take a partial stance on this matter. Certain councilmembers are convinced the drug problem on Vargas is the result of outside influence, a chance opportunity seized upon by drug traders from either the Union or the Empire. Early toxicology reports on the miners cannot identify the drug’s immediate origin, though it appears to be most similar in make-up to the Union’s “Do-drops”.
There are others on the Council that call for a military response to the issue, believing that the mining planets need to be policed, and the drug problem solved at the site of its emergence. Their reasoning is that a strong-handed response will both discourage further trading of this drug, and enable more intelligence to be gathered as to its origin.
To account for the possibility the drug is external to the Federation, every faction would need to increase trade restrictions and inspections across their borders, a measure that would significantly slow down trade, in some places even halting it completely. The second possibility, that the drug itself is an internal problem within the Federation would require a more direct, combined effort from every faction, using both Union and Imperial expertise to regulate Vargas and investigate the drug problem in more detail. An immediate response would require several of the ships currently stationed along the route to Mímir to be relocated to Vargas until reinforcements can arrive. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Council restrict trade routes, hoping to catch out the drug traders if they are indeed coming from outside the Federation, all the while slowing down trade in the Core Systems? Or does the Council send forces to curtail the spread of this new drug immediately, potentially learning more about its origin while lessening the defenses around Mímir and the Cradle?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Transmission from San’a, Valkyrie of the Federation and representative of President Lee
Good sol, Explorers – it’s good to be back, I trust Ana and Viktor treated you well while I was away. The closeness of the vote during our last conference just proves exactly how important listening to the people’s voice is in these matters. Whatever the result, the Universal Council does still strive to do right by every faction they represent.
I am also glad to be able to fully participate in this conference’s vote, as my experiences on Vargas outweigh everyone on station Ignis. Although, I will freely admit, I found it disheartening how few councilmembers seemed willing to take this into account – even Áurea seemed unusually despondent. I hope to find you Explorers a more attentive audience.
When I arrived on Vargas it was absolute chaos; everything I’d heard about communications being gradually restored was a gross overstatement. Only half, if not less, of the planet had any coherent communication with each other, and the rest were all black spots – nothing came in, or out.
The only consistent message from the ships looming above the planet was our production goals. Of course, I do – and did – understand the necessity for clear instructions in dire moments, and put all my efforts into encouraging the miners peacefully. Unfortunately, these attempts often brought resistance, some of it violent. Keeping profits up was not easy; I’ve done things I’m not too proud of, but that’s the job of a Valkyrie. We keep the Federation safe, and that means the entire Federation.
So yes, I have watched this drug problem grow – it was better than the alternative. This was a crisis situation, so we had no other choice than to police where we could, while keeping our production goals in mind. And, while I’m glad that we are finally able to address it, I cannot help but feel we will be playing into someone’s hands no matter what. The Federation will be able to recover from trade restrictions, but… our citizens, the people we—the people I’m supposed to protect won’t like it.
Good luck, Explorers, and as always – stay vigilant.
San’a
A directive from Ji Young-Joo, emissary of the Emperor
Greetings, Imperials! It is a shame we were not able to welcome these new Union members into our fold during the last vote; I believe we had a particularly… extravagant welcome lined up for them, were they to arrive. But still! Our Mendacian division has informed me this vote may end up playing out fortuitously for us after all. We shall just have to wait and see. Let the grace of Imperator Solas – may he outlive the stars – be upon us all.
As for Imperial military affairs, Ivona Craine has taken time from curtailing another Vulpis Oculi revolt on Chysme to visit Eden Lycanis and attend to the current governess, Gloria Morell. Gloria is preparing to hand over the reigns to Marcia Lycanis, as a show of good faith towards the house regarding its newfound compliance. Lady Morell will be returning to station Ignis before the next conference, on her route to the Imperial capital.
These current issues around Vargas have caused us no end of concern – if the Federation could just fall to its knees we would all be better off for it. Slavish devotion to substance is no different from slavish devotion to median mediocrity, no? Federation exceptionalism, hah! These miners are clearly not exceptional people, and thus asking them to perform exceptional tasks can only lead to ruin. No, things are far better when citizens are comfortable in the place where they belong.
Then, the Federation has the gall to demand we restrict our trade as well! Simply because of a problem caused by their own promises of success! Yes, this may perhaps be the first vote in a while to which the answer is so plain. For are we to relinquish the ease of access to exotic spices and far-off delicacies, simply because the Federation cannot control their drug-hungry proletariat? I think not. After all, as I have mentioned before, no force would be foolish enough to attack Mímir. Not when all the factions are watching. The problem stems from the Federation, and as such the issue should be dealt with within the Federation.
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Haley Nguyen, Union member and Vox representative
Well, San’a certainly remembers how to make an entrance. Trust a Valkyrie to get in a shouting match on her first day back. I’ll fully admit Mandla went a bit overboard; I mean, invoking Union combat rites during a conference is going a bit too far. Though I really have no right to say that, do I? Anyway, they’ve both calmed down now, and we’ll probably hear a formal apology from them, sooner or later.
Not that I’m gonna stick around for that. Apparently, Mercer’s crew are having a little difficulty with this latest Ojin-Kai raid. I’ve been curious to see exactly what he’s doing that’s got him such a high success rate, so I guess I’ll finally get to see that for myself. Bastion should be picking me up a few hours from now.
Before I go, though, I just want to say this whole Vargas situation stinks of Federation shit. They push their workers far beyond their limits to keep their bottom line up, and they’re surprised when they turn to drugs to cope with the insane working hours expected of them? I would’ve hoped Kim would have more sense than that, but I suppose even the Federation’s good eggs are held down by Corpos.
Mandla mostly had a problem with the trade restrictions being enforced for every faction. I understand where he’s coming from, but having the Federation be the only faction affected just wouldn’t work – it’d give us too much power over them.
Problem is, while some of our Union systems are fully self-sufficient, a lot of them will run into problems with these trade sanctions. The Federation has the Nexus, which lets them co-ordinate large-scale ops like these, but us? Developing and fringe planets in the Union aren’t going to have it easy. The Bastion can provide some assistance, but that’s going to spread our supplies really thin. Sending in the ships from Mímir is by far the safer option, but can we really risk losing at least half of the Cradle’s defenses?
I’ll have to leave that up to you, Explorers. Depending on how we vote here, I might be gone for the next conference; not sure if Aish’ll be taking over, I know she’s been pretty busy lately too. In any case, make sure to talk it through with your fellow Union members before you vote.
Here’s to a brighter tomorrow.
Haley
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Restrict trade routes 2 (Empire,Union) , Send forces to Vargas 1 (Federation)
The final vote is in favor of restricting the trade routes between the factions. Missives have been sent from the Council to the borders of each faction, informing them of the agreed-upon measures. We expect to be able to report on the effects of these changes and their implementation soon.
Backup
The following is the Universal Council’s official report regarding the increased trade measures across the Core Systems:
Trade restrictions are gradually being implemented along each faction’s borders. Ships from the Federation, the Union, and the Empire have collected themselves into a regimented collective system, with the Oracle predicting ship movements within the Empire, the Nexus relaying this information to the Federation, and the Bastion transporting Union ships to where they are most needed.
The current measures have also necessitated a loosening of certain military agreements, allowing larger ships to cross faction borders and venture slightly deeper into the other faction’s territory. This is due to the fact that certain pilots have found it necessary to attempt to “evade” the current restrictions, often in dramatic fashion.
Alongside these arrangements, the restrictions have already begun showing returns, as some instances of the new drug have been seized already, and more in-depth analysis of the substance in its non-ingested state has begun. Our researchers have designated the drug as Heka-α1, though its users have taken to calling it “Blue Skies”, due to the intense light-blue halo that lingers around the irises after it is consumed.
There is no clear source for the drug as of yet, as the apprehended shipments – all small scale – have originated from every faction, and number too few to build a larger picture. Initial results do seem to be biased towards the drug originating from the Union, but this means very little; the battle we are fighting is one of attrition, not of immediate action.
As the borders begin to close in, the Council has already received several reports detailing the consequences of these new measures. Union planets on the fringes of the systems, particularly those that relied on metals and energy from other factions, have found themselves without food, and many are currently being housed on board the Bastion, which is nearing capacity. In the Empire, there is significant unrest brewing among many of the outer rim planets, as splinter groups of the Vulpis Oculi are making their voices heard.
Just before issuing this report, the Council was also informed of another unsanctioned vessel: a single small ship coming from Federation space, headed towards the Empire. It had no markings or affiliations of its own. If regulations had not been as strict as they were, it may very well have slipped past the Federation’s usual border patrol.
As initial warnings to this vessel did not receive any response, the crew moved to investigate. They found the ship empty, carrying no crew and no pilot. Fully automated flight systems are not unheard of, but they are not usually used for transport, as they are still too unreliable. Upon forcibly opening the outer airlock, the border patrol crew made a perplexing discovery: the inside of the transport vessel contained one of the Shards from Mimir, undamaged and wrapped in a lead blanket. Evidently someone within the Federation was attempting to send this to the Empire; but who, and for what purpose?
Regardless of the answers to these questions, the Shard has – with the approval of the current councilmembers – been relocated to station Ignis for the time being, while the trade restrictions are in effect. It is the Council’s hope that the factions encounter no more of this traffic, so that the Heka-α1 drug can be dealt with as securely and swiftly as possible.
Chapter 14: Dire Straits
Dire Straits
Report from the 30th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on board station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ji Young-Joo, Ferus Haden, Moira Craine
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, Kim Lee, Elijah Burke
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Mandla Bankole, Trice Chavos
… and that closes the discussion of the situation on Vargas. Needless to say, the Council is doing everything in its power to ensure that the use of Heka-α1 does not spread beyond Vargas.
It also bears mentioning that Sera Varse has left station Ignis without any notice to the Council or her superiors. This is concerning, considering her recent silence surrounding the events on Mímir. Commander Brighton Conners has been assigned to follow the Lieutenant Commander, last seen heading toward Imperial space.
It is now, councilmembers, that the Universal Council must address a moment of immediate crisis in the Core Systems. What follows is an excerpt of the last transmission the Council received from Mímir:
“This is Mikheil Grimes
(static)
…to the Universal Council on behalf of Professor Reyes.
(static)
…the Crimson Wolves. They’re continuing to hit the ships stationed around Mím-
(static)
…straight through our defenses. They’re advancing, and we have no way
(static)
…stopping them. If they keep this offensive up we’ll be forced to
(loud crashing, static)
…before we can transmit it to the Council. Professor! Don’t move, professor – stay sti-
(static)
But we know now what the Cradle can be used for: it is capable of opening wormholes. That’s what the Anomalies are, they’re
(static)
…large enough burst of Quantum to set it off. But if we do we’ll be interrupting the transmission
(static) …all the data will be lost. But if we don’t… I’m not sure how long we can hold out.
(static, thudding boom off in distance)
Everyone get back! Rezza, get the professor into the caves! Please, councilors – our
(static)
…in your hands.”
Yes, councilmembers. The Crimson Wolves, the force that caused so much mayhem during the Kepler-7 incident, have launched an attack on Mímir. Though they are missing their command ship, it seems their numbers have only grown. After focusing all our efforts on their large ships before, it seems we now have many more smaller fighters to deal with. From the reports, it’s a miracle our forces on Mímir were able to hold out as long as they have – had they been thinned any further, the battle would surely have already been lost.
What we have managed to understand from Dr. Mikheil’s report is this: the scientists on Mímir believe they can create another Anomaly – or “wormhole”, as they are now calling them – to swallow a portion of the Crimson Wolves’ fleet before the pirates can reach Mímir’s surface. However, this process would require sending a large amount of Quantum into the Cradle, frying the research equipment, along with all research data on the Cradle currently being transmitted through emergency channels. In the event this plan works – of which we have no guarantee – the loss of data would leave us unable to activate the Cradle any time soon.
In the event that the scientists continue transmitting the data, however, they have no means of defending themselves. The Council has already sent reinforcements toward Mímir, but by the time these fleets arrive it will most likely be too late. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Council order the researchers on Mímir to activate the artifact, hopefully saving themselves from the Crimson Wolves, but losing crucial data in the process? Or does the Council order the scientists to continue transmitting the data, risking their own lives and allowing the Crimson Wolves to gain a stronger foothold on Mímir?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Transmission from San’a, Valkyrie of the Federation and representative of President Lee
Good sol, Explorers. I hope you are all keeping well in these uncertain times. Commander Varse leaving so suddenly is certainly… strange. Coupled with the behavior displayed by those Twin Suns mercenaries a while back, I am beginning to think the Union may be planning something. And taking into account that ship carrying a Shard, there is too much going on that I do not like the look of.
The Council is considering asking VasTech Valkyries for assistance in tracking the Ltn. Commander down. As it stands, I am certainly glad we have Brighton Conners on the case, but I am also sure he would welcome the assistance; it would be a welcome change if we were to track down Sera Varse and get some answers.
That brings me to the vote you have been given – for once, we are close to discovering what this new artifact does, only for the Crimson Wolves to try and snatch it away. Sacrificing the lives of those men and women on Mímir would truly be tragic, though of course, they knew what they signed up for. Furthermore, self-sacrifice, pulling through adversity to further the advancement of humanity, those are the very essence of the Federation’s values.
And yet, we must still value the lives of our citizens. Surely, a scientist such Professor Cameron Reyes has more still to contribute to us than purely his research on the Cradle. It might be wise to allow such great minds to live another day. Of course, activating the Cradle is an experiment of tremendous magnitude, but with people like Professor Reyes on site, I am sure it will proceed exactly according to plan.
I do not envy your choice here, Explorers. There is much to be said for either side, but I don’t doubt that with enough critical discussion from everyone, you will come to the right conclusion.
Stay vigilant.
San’a
A directive from Ji Young-Joo, emissary of the Emperor
Here we are then, Explorers. I trust your spiceless days have graced you with good health, and enough time to recount and reconsider your foolish “vote” on behalf of the Council during the last conference. What’s more, now this incident with a Shard has many of the Federation councilmembers screaming “treason”! As if the transport vessel did not come from their own systems to begin with!
It would seem we are currently marred by a slew of such egregious half-truths. Imperator Solas – may he outlive the stars – recently put paid to rumors of mounting Vulpis Oculi insurgency in the Outer Rim. Certainly, there is unrest on these planets, but this is to be expected with such loathsome trade restrictions in place. His Eminence urges us citizens to remain calm until these overblown threats are dealt with. Of course, this has meant Lady Morell’s travel has been slightly delayed, and she will be remaining on Eden Lycanis until the Council’s next conference.
For certain, this vote poses an interesting question at first glance. Do we consider the long-term opportunities we may gain from preserving the data, or do we prioritize our forces, who may benefit us in the more distant future, when this cacophony of metal and blood has all but faded from our memory?
However, for only the third time in the history of the Empire, our Emperor has spoken directly to the Universal Council, and imparted upon the councilmembers the wisdom of the Oracle. Imperator Solas has declared that the Council must not activate the Cradle; that this foolish act would set the Core Systems on a path towards total destruction.
Having spoken thus, Explorers, you know what the Emperor expects of you. Enact his wisdom, and secure the future of the Empire!
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Trice Chavos, Union member and Vox representative
Hello, Comrades; Trice here. Sorry if I sound a bit frazzled – just got out of a comms call with the Vox on the Bastion. It’s absolute madness on board right now with the food shortages, and it feels like half the Union’s taking refuge there. Haley’s still off on her mission with Mercer, but they’re expected back soon – skirmish with the Ojin-Kai near Azel is taking longer than anticipated, that’s all.
News of Sera leaving Ignis is a shock to all of us, for sure. I mean, after Iza and Esau, having another Union member suddenly rush off into Empire space is… not ideal. At the moment, I’m inclined to blame Conners; I’ve only spoken to him a couple times, but from what I’ve heard he’s a grade-A Fed ballbag – cares more about results than people. Seems likely he chased Sera off somehow. Or maybe that’s just what I want to believe, I dunno.
Moving on to the vote though, I’d like to say this one’s an easy choice for me. I’ve seen too many people die these past few conferences, and with the amount of folks clustered on the Bastion, I’m afraid that’s only going to get worse. Some heavy times are ahead if these trade restrictions continue, Explorers. I say we have the people on Mímir try and save themselves as much as they can. Data you can replicate – not so much for humans.
But still… I just can’t shake the feeling something’s going to go wrong. The Cradle’s been unpredictable at every turn so far, and there’s no reason to assume that’s going to change suddenly. Even if the Council’s researchers manage to open a wormhole, is it even going to appear where they want it to? My heart still says to put the people’s lives first and lose the data, but my gut’s going in the opposite direction. Don’t forget to discuss with your fellow Unionites, and vote for what you think is right.
Stand together, Comrades – until the end of our days.
Trice
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Save the research data 2 (Empire,Union) , Activate the Cradle 1 (Federation)
The final vote is in favor of saving the research data, allowing the scientists to continue their transmission to station Ignis while the Crimson Wolves continue their attack on Mímir. A transmission has been sent to Professor Reyes, who will surely ensure the data is transmitted successfully. The Universal Council will be in contact once the data has arrived in full.
Fenrir
Incoming transmission from the Universal Council to all members of the Explorer program. Originating from station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
The Council has received all the data from the researchers on Mímir. While most of it is steeped in scientific jargon, the abstract of the consolidated data may be of interest to members of the Explorer program. It is vital you do not share this information outside of these channels.
There has been no further communication from Mímir. As our reinforcements cautiously approach the planet, they are noting no immediate signs of the Crimson Wolves, nor of any skirmishes. This likely means that the pirates have reached the surface of the planet, and have established a defensive base there. If we wish to take back Mímir, we will have a long fight ahead of us.
What follows is the abstract for the collected research on the Cradle:
Research data: Artifact no. 4, “The Cradle”
Location: Cave networks of Mímir
Age: unresponsive to molecular dating methods, surrounding area suggests over 10 billion years, similar to previous artifacts.
Appearance: 70 by 55 meters, the Cradle is oval-shaped, with a smooth, harsh surface which feels cold to the touch. Several protrusions at the bottom of the artifact prop it up above the ground, made from similar material as the Shards. Experiments with living organisms show the Cradle is capable of siphoning organic energy. Cannot be visibly damaged by conventional methods. Surface is covered in incomprehensible carvings shaped like spirals, some of which curve inward, creating the appearance of concentric circles. When Quantum is applied to the artifact certain carvings light up, tracing lines across the Cradle’s surface. Under specific conditions these lines join together into a symbol. So far, two of these symbols have been observed, but we believe there may be several more to be found.
Effects: the Cradle is able to manifest disturbances in space-time, namely wormholes (formerly termed “Anomalies”). Judging from Commander Varse’s decrypted logs, these wormholes function as a means to transmit matter across space, and possibly time. It is still unclear how these wormholes can be stabilized, and what the conditions are to prevent a volatile reaction. The current prevailing theory is that the wormhole does not actually “create” the rift in space-time. Rather, it further exacerbates a smaller, pre-existing rift. This theory stems from the fact that the wormholes’ locations are somewhat limited. They can be offset somewhat from their starting point, but in relatively insignificant ways. What can be adjusted are both the size and duration of the wormhole, which are determined by the concentration and impact of the applied Quantum. Creating a wormhole as large as the one which swallowed Mímir, however, or even one big enough to transport a small reconnaissance vessel, would require more Quantum than has ever been seen in the Core Systems. Unless we develop methods to further accelerate Quantum (a practice which has been illegal since the destruction of the Sol system) it seems we will be unable to make significant use of this artifact in its current state.
Further notes: additional analysis of the Cradle’s behavior, as well as the wormholes it creates, has confirmed a suspicion – that the events surrounding the Kepler system and those surrounding Mímir are somehow linked. The similar signature of the spikes in Quantum energy, as well as the noticeable visual lensing and unique quality of the light, all seem to confirm this as well. This would mean the Crimson Wolves’ command ship, as well as the vanished Council ships and the Arbiter, have not disappeared. They are simply in another location in space and – potentially – time. If the Cradle is only able to open existing rifts, then this may be a blessing for us – we might yet be able to recover those ships, in the event that we discover a way to stabilize the wormholes.
Chapter 15: Last Stand
Last Stand
Report from the 31st conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on board station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ji Young-Joo, Gloria Morell, Moira Craine
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, San’a, Elijah Burke
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Mandla Bankole, Trice Chavos
… the Shard is reacting with the organic Quantum. We are also receiving reports from the Gamayun Labs on Gaea that the Twin Suns mercenaries, previously detained due to erratic and suspicious behavior, have become more active. Apparently, their melodic humming has taken on distinct patterns that scientists at the Labs are currently attempting to identify.
There has been no sign still of Sera Varse, who fled station Ignis some time before this council’s 30th conference. Commander Conners, who was assigned to pursue the Ltn. Commander, has requested the use of several Valkyrie units in tracking her down. Currently, the Council is awaiting confirmation from the Federation Corporation VasTech on this matter; most likely, the Valkyries will be dispatched before the next conference. In the meantime, Amanda Kaito, vice-president of Borealis Inc., has been dispatched to the Imperial capital as an ambassador to negotiate the practicalities of Valkyries entering Imperial space.
And now, councilmembers, as you are well aware, we move on to the largest threat to the Core Systems: the Crimson Wolves, who continue to hold both the planet Mímir and the Cradle hostage. Initially, the Council’s strategy was to gather our forces and prepare for a raid on the planet. However, just a few days ago, the Federation’s outer planets picked up this transmission from the Crimson Wolves:
“Right, you council bastards. You don’t need to know my name or where I’m from. The only thing you need to know is that the Crimson Wolves intercepted yer transmission-
(loud cheers in the background)
-that we’ve got a hold of this Cradle, and we know exactly what we’re gonna do with it. Don’t even think about moving yer ships anywhere close to this planet. You are gonna get that power-hungry snake of an Emperor to give us back our captain – to give us back Montez Lycanis, from whatever cell they might have thrown ‘im in. If you don’t, well… I think some of yer fleets might enjoy a little “wormhole excursion”, don’t you? Keep us waiting too long, and… boom. Got that?”
Unfortunately, it appears the Crimson Wolves acted quickly enough to intercept the data we received from Mímir, and are looking to unleash the destructive force of an unstable wormhole across our assembled fleets. While it is unknown if the pirates even have the technology to accomplish such a feat, there are a few thousand soldiers stationed around Mímir, and the potential risk to them is… devastating.
The pirates seem to also not be aware of the recent escape Montez Lycanis’ made from Imperial custody. This, the Council may be able to use this to its advantage; instead of fighting the Wolves directly, which may spur them to use the Cradle’s power against us, it may be wiser to attempt to deceive them, to bluff our way through the exchange of Montez, and take back the Cradle that way.
Of course, if this scheme were to be discovered, the consequences could be disastrous – far worse than if we had simply attacked the Wolves. We can certainly best them in combat, but the unknown factor of the Cradle means that any attempt to predict the outcome of this fight is close to futile. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Council attempt to deceive the Crimson Wolves into a false exchange for Montez, in order to prevent them from activating the Cradle? Or does the Council order the fleets that already surround Mímir to attack, risking the pirates activating the artifact and creating yet another wormhole?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Transmission from San’a, Valkyrie of the Federation and representative of President Lee
Good sol, Explorers. Our crackdown on Heka-α1 is proceeding smoothly, as the shipments discovered at the border continue to lessen in frequency. No further uses of the drug have been recorded outside of the Federation either, which is, in a certain way, reassuring. No doubt the Empire would cover it up anyway, and I have my doubts about the strictness of the Union’s regulations, but the fact that the drug’s existence is deniable bodes well for the stability of the Core Systems.
As of now, the Federation is turning its full attention to Vargas, and our investigations into the drug’s origins. Even though shipments to Vargas and its surrounding planets are being heavily monitored, Heka-α1 continues to perpetuate itself. This suggests there is, at the very least, some form of supplier based on the planet’s surface. But do not worry, Explorers – we will flush them out eventually, whoever they may be.
And now, I have to give you my considerations on the current vote. If President Lee were here, I’m sure she would have advocated sternly for negotiating, but as it stands, we have only the hard hand of President Adonis and the pliable mind of President Burke to guide us. I cannot deny, my first preference in such matters is also a military approach, but I can’t help but get the feeling we’re overlooking something. Why would the Wolves be so confident in their play? Why would they risk their own fleet if their threats were empty?
Doubt riddles my mind, Explorers, and I must clear it soon. I am not so certain the Wolves are bluffing, but lying to an enemy with such an advantage is also not advisable. I know the situation may seem dire, but the Federation will continue to persevere – of that much I am sure.
Stay vigilant.
San’a
Well, well, Explorers, it is another fine day to be a citizen of the Empire, is it not? I am glad at least not all of you have taken leave of your senses. Though with the directive of the Emperor, I had certainly presumed there would be a larger majority that would stand against activating the Cradle. Perhaps there are still some of you who sympathize with those cockroaches in the Vulpis Oculi, persistent pests who are cropping up more and more as of late.
Well no matter, the correct decision was made, and these… disturbances will soon subside, I have no doubt. As if to emphasize the Empire’s endurance and security amongst these trying times afflicted upon us by the Council, Lady Morell has reclaimed her seat as a councilmember, taking to her position with a renewed fervor.
And such fervor is certainly necessary, given the vote which the Council has now placed before us. It is highly unlikely that these Crimson Wolves, these piratical wretches, have the ability to activate an artifact, where even the most decorated scientists of the Empire have failed! Needless to say, a frontal assault would be the most enticing and self-evident option in this case. To crush the Wolves under the Empire’s heel would surely be a sumptuous conquest.
Of course, there may be more to gain even from a surreptitious approach. The Council sees only risk-aversion, but surely you, with the military insight of the Empire, are well aware that espionage is sometimes a far greater tool. To convince your enemy you are in fact, their ally. Why should we not do so, indeed! To destroy the Wolves from within, and sow doubt and dissent within their ranks, only to viciously break them apart!
Conquest and victory are the lifeblood of the Empire, Explorers, and either of these choices will bring us such an outcome. I ask only that you choose well, and see to it that the hand of Imperator Solas – may he outlive the stars – will guide the Council fleets to victory!
Sic itur ad astra.
Whew, good day, Comrades. Well, I say good, it’s… definitely a day. Conference just ended, as I’m sure you’re aware, but it’s what happened right after that that’s got me in this state. We got a comm from the Vox communications section, and… There’s no nice way to put it, I suppose – Haley is dead. She was out on Finch, working on securing more of the Ojin-Kai, and a Gamayun Assassin did her in. Tibian sniper – ripped right through her armor. Apparently some internal dispute between Gamayun and the Celestials is kicking into high gear, and she just… wrong place, wrong time.
I’m having a hard time processing all this – I mean, the news just arrived on my comm feed, so… I don’t have much to say about it. I feel like I should give you some speech about her value as a person, but I just can’t bring myself too. As a Gamayun myself, I feel strangely… guilty, I suppose. Anyway, I’m- I’m sorry. Gotta get on to the vote…
The Wolves intercepting that data is definitely a real issue. Most Union scientists seem to- seem to think Sera’s team must have activated the Cradle somehow in order to get Mímir back, so… if they can do it, so can the Wolves, no? Maybe they know something we don’t. All the same… If we go through with this bluff, and they call it, we’re fucked. Might be able to buy time, but it’ll be a slaughter. We can’t give them what they want, but we can’t fight back either. Real rock-and-a-hard-place deal, this one.
Sorry if I sound dejected about this, just a little bit hard to… care right now. I dunno. Bluffing is the most optimistic option, and I think we might just be able to pull that off. If the damn Empire hadn’t just lost Montez, then maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation.
Anyway, Explorers. Just grieve in your own way. Speak to your fellow Union members. If any of you knew Haley well, I’m truly, truly sorry.
And yeah, stand together comrades – until the end of our days.
Trice
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Deceive the Crimson Wolves 0 () , Attack the Crimson Wolves 3 (Empire,Federation,Union)
The final vote is in favor of attacking the Crimson Wolves with every ship currently en route to Mímir. Thankfully, the Obelisk, a class-S frigate, has just arrived to bolster the fleet. Unless the Crimson Wolves make good on their threats, this victory is all but assured. We expect word from Soren Lynk on the fleet’s progress soon.
Fearless
Transmission from Soren Lynk
Location: the Obelisk, 3rd class-S frigate of the Universal Council
Dating: 4th report – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: mission report
“This is Soren Lynk, comms officer for the Obelisk. We are steadily approaching the planet, but our front line has been ripped to pieces. That being said, there are no signs yet of the Wolves even attempting to activate the Cradle, which bodes well for us.
“A hundred or so casualties on our side so far. The entirety of our left flank was completely destroyed due to a frontal assault by one of the Wolves’ ships. Don’t know why they’re holding out like this, seems only a matter of time before –“
(crashing)
“Soren! We’re being hit from the side! The right flank now! Looks like… wait, that’s not one of the Wolves’ ships, it’s a class-C, Empire-made!”
(high-pitched droning)
“Hold on, transmission incoming. It seems like this ship wants to talk to us – don’t let up the attack. Patching us through, and…”
(click, static)
“Obelisk? Oh thank god. This is Sera Varse – listen, you have no idea what you’re dealing with down there.”
(static)
“Hold your fire, officers. Approaching ship appears to contain Commander Varse.”
“What do you mean, ‘hold my fire’? She’s a wanted fugitive, sir!”
“Hold your fire, man! That’s an order!”
(silence, brief bursts of static and gunfire beyond the deck)
“Continue, commander. You were speaking about the wormhole? We are well aware of this threat-“
(static)
“No, you don’t understand! The Cradle can be activated manually, but it’s also dependent on Quantum fluctuations around Mímir – I don’t know where the third one’s going to show up, but we know damn well where the second one’s going to come in, and-“
(static)
“Commander, if you wish to come on board and explain yourself, you may do so under supervision.”
“No, Soren listen to me –“
(static)
(explosion)
Transmission from Soren Lynk
Location: the Obelisk, 3rd class-S frigate of the Universal Council
Dating: 5th report – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: combat report
“This is Soren Lynk, comms officer for the Obelisk. Commander Varse appears to have retreated, as have the Crimson Wolves, for now. The instant this new wormhole appeared, their ships moved back and away from Mímir.
“We have observed no further abnormalities. Descent towards Mímir, and eventual control of the Cradle, is set to commence soon – what is it, Jensen? Oh god, the light. Jensen, the ligh –“
End of transmissions.
The planet Mímir has just emitted the largest recorded wave of Quantum energy in current history. The wave is set to reach station Ignis in five hours; if the Quantum Drive at the center of the station is compromised, Ignis will most likely be completely destroyed. Councilmembers and staff are being evacuated to their respective factions as we speak, but bypassing the existing trade restrictions is proving incredibly slow.
The wormhole near Mímir has once again opened up, and we are receiving reports of… others, as well, both in the Union, on the border with Kepler, and the Empire, near the Imperial capital. The Council wishes you good luck in the face of this oncoming storm, Explorers.
Chapter 16: First Contact
First Contact
Report from the 32nd conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held in orbit of station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Solas Craine, Gloria Morell, Moira Craine
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, San’a, Kim Lee
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix
… and this concludes our discussion on the effects these developments may have on the Imperial populace. I… hope your concerns have been satisfied, Imperator Solas.
Yes… moving on: during the fallout from the carnage around Mímir, the factions have diligently worked together to limit the damage caused by the wormholes. As all of you well know, station Ignis has survived, though dense foliage has wrapped itself around the station’s exterior plating. President Burke, who passed away during the incident, will be succeeded by Victor Huxley, who will be stepping down as COO of VasTech to take on the position of president. Subsequent Council conferences are to be held in orbit of Ignis until we fully grasp the situation inside.
Now the intensity of the initial Quantum wave from Mímir has somewhat died down, and the Council can begin to turn its attention to the mystery of these new wormholes. Currently, they show no signs of expansion or collapse. One wormhole has appeared in the Kepler system, one slightly outside of the Lalande system in Union space, and one near Mímir, though it is not nearly large enough to subsume the planet as it did before.
While these wormholes continue to be quite volatile, initial experiments have indicated that it would be possible to send a small, unmanned probe inside them. Normally, of course, such a probe would be instantly destroyed. However, current research has confirmed a working theory held by those at the Union’s Gamayun Labs on Gaea: that the constant humming of the mercenaries Iza and Esau in fact contains embedded, shifting co-ordinates; co-ordinates which can be used to navigate the wormholes. If a small probe programmed with these co-ordinates and equipped with a system scanner was sent into a wormhole, it may well be able to give us a large amount of information about what lies on the other side.
Of course, sending through a probe with a system scanner would also be a significant risk, as such a machine would attract a lot of attention. Though many of our councilmembers believe it is necessary for humanity to expand its borders, some see the risk posed by sending the probe to be too great for the Core Systems to face at present.
In light of this, President Lee has brought another proposal before the Council: Hygeia Systems, a minor Corporation in Sector 2, has been using their exposure to the signals from the Cradle to examine and understand the wormholes in more depth. They believe that by registering the fluctuation in the wormholes, it may be possible to artificially widen the radius of the wormhole’s center, eventually allowing a manned craft to journey through.
Given the tumultuous circumstances in the entirety of the Core Systems, the Universal Council cannot afford to split its focus on any one of these projects. Doubtless, both will be developed further in time, but the question is which we will focus our efforts toward first. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Council utilize the co-ordinates provided by the Union, in order to fly an unmanned probe through the wormhole? Or does the Council attempt to use the Federation’s insights to perhaps widen the wormhole’s entrance, in order to send in a manned craft later?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Explorers, I… I must confess, I come before you somewhat shaken. I have stood shoulder to shoulder with some of the most intelligent and influential citizens in the Federation; I have shared a battlefield with its most decorated soldiers, and yet… I have never seen a man bring an entire room to silence without saying a single word. Not once did Solas speak to us, and yet somehow Ji knew how to interpret his every intention through just his movements. And his eyes… the same distinct color as Ivona’s, and yet so incredibly different, magnetic and furious.
I do not believe the Emperor- erm, Solas, I don’t believe Solas will return to Ignis soon, but I pray I am not there when he does.
Of course, it may be that I am still somewhat affected by the loss of President Burke, and that this is merely a side-effect. He was among the five Valkyries who were my instructors at the Academy, and without him, I would not be the woman I am today. I have heard some of my fellow Federation members say that the weakest link in our faction’s chain has been broken – nothing could be further from the truth. We have lost a good soldier, and a good man.
It will take some time for Victor Huxley to make the transition to the neutral center of the Core Systems, so Áurea and I will be holding down the fort around Ignis for a while – President Lee is unfortunately extremely preoccupied with the wormhole near Mímir at present.
Which brings me to the vote, and I have to say that I do not find the Union’s methods to be too credible in this case. While they may have positive results in test flights near or within their own wormhole, this is no reason to assume it will work with the others, nor that these are not false positives, especially when the information is being extracted through the mumblings of two brain-addled mercenaries!
Apologies, I must console myself. Be that as it may, Hygeia Systems are also a relatively unproven commodity, with their most notable contribution being the improved Orea system for the Valkyrie units. It is quite clear that President Lee only suggested their research as a plausible alternative to the Union technology. Though I do agree with her in this regard, it will not reflect well on the Federation if Hygeia Systems fails in their operation.
Choose wisely Explorers – the reputation of the Federation is on the line here, and we must avoid falling further down this road of catastrophe.
Stay vigilant.
San’a
Rejoice, Imperials! Our magnanimous Emperor – may he outlive the stars – has graced the Council with his presence for the first time since its formation! And the fear in their eyes, oh! You should have seen that fool Áurea attempting to maintain her composure in the face of true power – I daresay she did not know where to look! Needless to say, our Emperor did not waste his words on such an inadequate public, and I was more than willing to assume my role as interpreter for his Eminence.
And yet, as base as it may be for Imperator Solas to appear before the Council, it is clear such steps are necessary. The wormhole near our capital is threatening the stability of the Empire. Our people – whipped up into a frenzy by these loathsome Vulpis Oculi, may well come to think of our center of power as weak. We must certainly show our citizens that the Empire has nothing to fear from these wormholes – that we will crush them, much like any other potential threat the Empire might face. Are we not the faction who orchestrated the raids on Idrius? Who wrought the mechanisms of station Ignis? Certainly we are!
Your blood is that of conquerors, Imperials – do not forget that. It is our duty to see to it that this issue is dealt with in short order. That then brings us to the question at hand: in what manner? It may be that widening the wormholes will also provide a comprehensive view of what exactly lies beyond them, but this may well take too long to execute. A direct missionary, an envoy on behalf of the Empire, may serve well as a method to show the Empire’s continued dominance over the cosmos. I would also advise you to consider, Explorers, that the Empire stands to lose the most in the event these wormholes turn malevolent. With the Imperial capital at risk, our decisions must be careful, and measured.
There are many ways to still the anxious haze that hangs over our people, Explorers. It is your duty, as the hands of our Emperor, to see to it that this haze is dissipated, no matter the cost.
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Aish Fenix, Union member and Vox representative
When I heard Solas would be attending, I didn’t know what to make of it. Thought I wouldn’t be able to stop myself, thought my anger would get the better of me, butslinging vitriol at him, but the instant he walked into the room, I felt completely paralyzed. Like my whole body knew that no matter what I did, it’d never make a difference – I wouldn’t be able to lay a finger on him.
I don’t want to linger on the experience too much, Comrades, but suffice it to say, I’m not exactly hoping for a swift return of the Empire’s most venerated granddad. Trice and Mandla were pulled back to the Vox, so it’s just me here for now. Not that I blame them, we have no idea how safe it is to even be in the vicinity of Ignis at this point, and the Bastion’s getting fuller by the day.
All that said, I realized I had to relay the information from Gaea to the Council, but that doesn’t mean I feel comfortable about it. We’ve still got Isa and Ezau contained, and now we’re going to benefit from their detainment? That sounds like Fed business if I’ve ever heard it.
But that’s just the problem: if we don’t go with the info from Gamayun, we’re handing our lot over to the Feds. I don’t doubt they’ll be able to do what they say they can, but that doesn’t change the fact that whatever information we get about these wormholes, it’s going to pass through Fed systems first. Urgh, I swear, this one’s doing my head in. It’s not like Isa and Ezau are even going to be allowed to leave if we use the Gamayun findings! It’s just the fact that we’ll be profiting off their misery that makes me sick to my stomach.
If I had to lean one way, I’d say taking a stance against the misuse of our own people would be the right thing to do by Union principles – I know that’s what Haley would think, at least. Times being the way they are, I just want us to do something that’d make her proud, you know?
Keep your head high, Comrades.
Aish
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Send an unmanned probe 3 (Empire,Federation,Union) , Widen the wormhole 0 ()
The final vote is in favor of sending a probe through the wormhole. The necessary materials are being prepared, and the probe is to be sent out shortly. The Council has determined unanimously that the targeted wormhole be the one near Mímir, as it is the most isolated and well-documented of the three. We expect the probe to return before the end of this conference, and the Nexus’ communications network will ensure its findings reach the Universal Council as soon as possible.Revelation
The following is a report from the Universal Council concerning the proceedings of the probe guided by the Gamayun Labs:
The probe has made a brief return from its excursion beyond the wormhole. Its findings, though limited, are of immense importance, and will need to be addressed directly during the next conference. After passing through the wormhole, it seems that even when following the co-ordinates provided by the Gamayun Labs, the exterior plating of the probe seems to have melted away. If a manned craft had been sent, even with a further widened wormhole, the pilot would surely have perished.
Upon its return through the wormhole, however, the operation hit upon yet another problem: any and all transmissions to the probe were scrambled, negatively affecting navigation and resulting in yet more damage to the unit. If we are to send any future probes, it will perhaps be necessary to find some stronger substance with which to build them – even more so if we plan to send manned missions.
Thankfully, the probe’s scanning systems have remained intact, as has the data it gathered while on the other side of the wormhole. From these system scans we have discerned something incredible: these wormholes seem to lead to an entirely new galaxy. What’s more, some of the planets in these galaxies are like nothing we’ve ever seen before. Though some of the biospheres on these planets are still similar to those found around Mímir, for example, many others are completely foreign to us, with strange, ambient landscapes that may support all kinds of life.
Presently, there is no way to know whether each wormhole leads to the same destination, or whether there are multiple different locations they may open out on. Further expeditions will no doubt answer this question conclusively.
As is custom, the Universal Council representatives of each faction have also been notified of this discovery. Since it is quite likely we will be able to send a manned expedition through the wormhole soon, questions surrounding sovereignty have naturally arisen. From our initial sweep of this galaxy, it doesn’t seem that any of the planets in the immediate vicinity of the wormhole contain highly intelligent life. As such, each faction has argued for an equal distribution of planets among the three factions, with the exact nature and allocation of planet ownership to be discussed during the next conference.
As a final note, our researchers on Mímir are continuing to study the Cradle’s erratic behavior. It is their current belief that the Cradle’s activation was not, in fact, caused by any direct action from the Crimson Wolves. Rather, it was a result of an instability in the Quantum veins beneath the planet’s surface, compounded by increased Quantum activity in and around Mímir itself. It would seem the pirates deliberately disrupted the veins of Quantum running through the planet’s caves, and lured in the Council’s fleets, anticipating that this concentration of Quantum Drives would trigger the artifact’s activation.
The Crimson Wolves’ motivations for doing so are currently unknown, as they do not appear to have capitalized on the current disturbance in any noticeable way. However, it is surely only a matter of time before they rear their heads once again.
Bonus Story: Paradisia
Sometime after the 29th conference of the Universal Council...
The second sun was going down on the Virides – the highest mountain range on Eden Lycanis. As it passed by Skolpi, the lowest peak, its rays cut across the sky and framed the valley below in a shimmering display of fire and warmth. Its angle is slightly off. From the branches of the poplars below whose evergreen shade could stand to be a touch less vibrant came a sound that would have carried even the most agitated, sorrowful person into a state of utter solemnity. Even so, it grates ever so slightly upon the ear. It is almost pleasant, but not completely. Above, Imperial frigates traced faint lines across the breathtaking tableau, an almost imperceptible imperfection. So this is what it looks like when an Imperial house falls to ruin, thought Ivona Craine, brushing the faintest layer of dust off the balustrade of the 11th observation platform. She had been on the Eden of House Lycanis for several days now, pulled away from the fighting at Chysme for ceremonial purposes; as the one who had captured the bastard Montez, House Lycanis wished to honor her. Ivona scowled. Captured, certainly. But they let the bastard escape. Now, you’ll never know- She strangled the thought before it could end, and continued tracing her hand along the platform’s glass walls. Eyes ahead, Ivona. She repeated the mantra a few times as the sun dipped lower, calming herself by charting the stars as they appeared amid the purple sky. At times her mind slipped ever so slightly, and the sharp metal casing for her Astria, which sat comfortably around her index finger, cut into the glass like it was butter, leaving a thin line on the otherwise immaculate surface. She looked at the carving, and cast her mind back to the cold black steel of the Tempest, to the thin wisps of smoke covering the landing bay on station Ignis, and to her mother’s hushed tones as she relayed the Imperator’s plans for House Lycanis. Soon, all of this will be gone. She echoed the thought over and over as her finger cut yet another deep groove into the transparent surface, and she felt it brush against her knuckle. A material like glass was easily damaged, of course, but within the noble houses of the Empire, using it was a statement – it showed others that you could afford to replace it. Every single Eden had glass installed for its observation platforms – some even used it in the dining halls and ballrooms. As the sky on Eden Lycanis turned a deep purple and the stars came out in full force, Ivona Craine surveyed the city below – with its roads filigreed with gold, and spires that reached endlessly upwards. In particular, her eyes sought out the abigails and manservants scuttling about below; it was soothing, to some extent, to bear witness to their futile struggle – and they were incredibly easy to spot. Those carrying the blood of House Lycanis were tall, lean and dark-skinned, therefore their servants needed to be short, dumpy, and pale, often with several blemishes. Ivona smiled. It was such methods of simple opposition that made life in the Empire both possible and comfortable. She had faced both Union and Federation fleets in skirmishes or full-fledged assaults, and while the Union were fast and fearless and the Federation were adaptable and enterprising, their command was almost always doomed to fall apart; it took them too long to get anything done. Ivona, on the other hand, needed only to raise a finger, to utter a single word, and the entirety of the Third Fleet would move as one. On an Eden, it was just as simple – the boundary of servant and master was immediate, and explicit. Ivona now stood above a veritable colony of servants, examining the way they hunched their backs, their knees buckling under a gravitational constant their bodies were ill-fitted to. Their calmness somewhat surprised her – a far cry from the raucous populace she had been curtailing a few days ago on Chysme.
Paradisia, part 2
Suddenly, Ivona felt her vision get blurry. By the Oracle, not again. She reached into her robes, leaving one hand on the glass, and pulled out a light golden disc, pressing the opening to her mouth. Cool air rushed in, whistling past her teeth. She inhaled until she felt her body relax, then pulled the disc back. The air on Eden Lycanis did not agree with her – for an Eden in the Inner Rim, its atmosphere contained an uncommon abundance of neon. If she had not requested an air sample from Eden Craine for the journey, a brief foray such as this into the observation wing would have been out of the question.
By now the sun had disappeared, and a few gentle lights were moving along the edges of the platform. Ivona Craine turned her head towards the sky, and felt a familiar fear catch hold of her. What if Angstrum is dead. What if he is too far gone. Once more, she reached out her hand, as if trying to grab a hold of the stars and crush them into powder –
“Looking for something, Lady Craine?”
At the first sound of the voice, Ivona’s entire body tensed up. It was a voice that, at one point or another, had held every prominent citizen of the Empire spellbound – and most likely half of the rest of the Core Systems as well. Ivona felt a brief smattering of irritation for letting the woman sneak up on her; only now did she notice the faint smile, grimly reflected off the glass wall separating both of them from the valley below.
Gloria Morell, the Vermillion Diva, councilmember for the Empire and current governess of Eden Lycanis, gently placed a hand on Ivona’s shoulder. Ivona caught the shimmer of a Lycanis Astria out of the corner of her eye, wrapped around Gloria’s finger.
“You are out quite late.” The former opera prodigy’s tone was full and warm, with an edge that could cleave through bone. Ivona moved back and turned to face her, watching the woman’s arm carefully as it fell to her side, dangling against the ornate fabric of her blouse.
“As are you, Lady Morell.”
Gloria held a hand to her chest and scoffed in mock offense. “I happen to still be working, my Lady. It is a governess’ duty to ensure every chamber of the Eden is secure.” She motioned to the freshly cut lines which ran along the platform’s glass. “And I see my concerns were well-founded.”
What’s she playing at? “ You know as well as I do that this house is doomed, Gloria.” Ivona said, almost spitting out the name. “They have caused the Emperor far too much trouble – may he outlive the stars.”
“May he outlive the stars, indeed. Is that truly so?” Gloria widened her eyes in a half-hearted display of surprise.
“Do not play dumb with me.” Ivona straddled her legs and folded her arms, feeling decidedly more in control of the situation. She smiled to herself. This was likely some vain attempt at a powerplay on Gloria’s side. “Why did you really seek me out?”
“My word, you are direct.” Gloria flashed Ivona a brilliant smile, her face settling once again into its relaxed, easy composure. She moved beside Ivona, parallel to the glass. “It’s just that I have not spoken to you at all since you arrived, Lady Craine – I feel like a terrible hostess.”
“We spoke at the ceremony, Gloria.” Ivona’s tone was almost acidic.
Gloria scoffed. “Oh yes, all that formal nonsense. I mean a proper conversation, my Lady. It must be… what, years since we have spoken candidly? That was at you and your brother’s ascension into the Third Fleet, if I recall correctly.”
Ivona remained silent, eyeing Gloria’s expression. There must be some other motive here. Gloria’s face was smooth and fair, save for a faint scar above her right eyebrow, itself slightly obscured by the crescent shape of silver-blonde hair that hung about her head. Gloria’s eyes, two beads of faded red, shone with a vivacity that was as inviting as it was intimidating, and gave nothing away.
Paradisia, part 3
Gloria leaned a hand against the glass, hanging over the platform’s precipice. “I wish, Lady Craine, that we could speak more candidly to each other, but you are always so distant.”
“With good reason.”
“Come now, really, look past your mother’s prejudices. You and I are rather alike.”
Ivona felt her throat become slightly taut. “We could not be more dissimilar, Gloria.” This is bad – I need another hit.
“You think so, dear?” Gloria cocked her head to one side. “Both overlooked by our own houses, but succeeding despite that –“
Ivona bit down harshly to stifle the growing stinging sensation in her lungs. “My grandfather has never overlooked me – nor has my mother. I’d caution you against suggesting otherwise.”
Gloria paused, amusedly. “Is that what you think?”
“Watch your tongue, snake, lest you lose it.” Ivona could feel her throat becoming drier by the second. I can’t afford her seeing me sipping an air sample like some commoner. Doesn’t she feel this? Eden Morell is towards the Outer Rim – how is she so calm?
“And I’d suggest you watch yours, dear, lest it turn itself against you.” Gloria retorted, tapping absent-mindedly at the Morell Astria that hung about her neck. “You should know that your grandfather does not place as much stock in you as you would think.”
“You would call the Emperor’s judgement into question?” Ivona’s vision was getting blurry.
“On the contrary, I think his judgement is excellent.” Gloria said, taking a gentle step closer. “But he is, at times, too cautious for his own good. Why else do you think he sent you after Montez?”
Ivona was now feeling more and more lightheaded, her voice a steady monotone. “Imperator Solas trusted that I would achieve victory no matter the cost –“
“– and so you would have, but that is exactly the point.” Gloria’s tone had risen, bringing with it a ringing in Ivona’s ears. “In fact, you would have attacked Montez even if the Council had not backed you, is that not true?”
Ivona stifled a cough, but she could feel her lungs burning. I should leave. Now. “Of course. I could not allow the Wolves to put such a blemish on our Imperial systems –“
Gloria locked eyes with her, with a cold fury that drove Ivona to silence. “And you would have died, Lady Craine, doing just that.”
The absolute sincerity of those words disarmed Ivona. In an instant, she was overcome with a fit of coughing and collapsed onto the ground, sending the golden disc spinning away from her. Her lungs were burning – her vision was swimming.
“Ivona! Dear, are you alright?” Gloria’s voice came to Ivona from up above, faint and distorted. All of a sudden, something solid, something circular, was pressed into her hand. Reflexively, Ivona pulled it to her mouth, taking a deep breath as cool air from Eden Craine filled her lungs. She stood up gingerly, stumbling a little. Gloria’s hand was on her back.
“I am fine” Ivona spat, brushing the hand away and wiping the cold sweat from her brow in a single motion. “Do you…?” She held out the disc.
“Oh no, no I do not need it.” Gloria waved the disc to the side and smiled. “We of House Morell have a knack for… adapting quickly.”
Paradisia, part 4
There was a short silence, broken only by the frigate engines in the sky above, and the gentle birdsong from the valley below. A chill stole across the platform, and Ivona shivered.
“Listen, Ivona…” Gloria seemed almost hesitant to speak. “This I heard from the mouth of the Emperor himself. The Oracle foretold your death in the event the Council did not back you.”
Ivona breathed in, grimacing at the persistent burning. “What reason would he have for sending me, if what you say is true?”
“Because Imperator Solas does not use the Oracle for the benefit of others – only his own. You would have died killing Montez, and his secrets would have gone with you.”
“Anything is worth sacrificing for the good of the Empire.” Ivona spoke, her voice distant and unsure, her words rehearsed. Her whole body was tense as she looked out over Eden Lycanis, remembering once more that day with her mother on station Ignis. What else has she kept from me?
Gloria sighed, and moved closer. “Our Emperor does not care for you, Ivona – you must understand this. He will never allow you to use the Oracle for personal gain, as long as it goes against his interests. Consider – do you really believe it is in our Emperor’s interest to return Angstrum Craine to the Empire?”
Before she even knew it, Ivona’s hand was at Gloria’s throat, the metal talon on her index finger pressed against the nape of the other woman’s neck. The Astria’s of Houses Morell and Craine glinted in the lights of a passing transport ship, inches apart. “You dare take my brother’s name in your mouth, witch?”
Gloria’s face was as calm as an ocean. “Ivona, there is no need for violence. I mean your house no harm, but I can see your suffering; it is etched into your face, as plain as your carvings on these walls.” She placed a hand on Ivona’s wrist.
“In any case –“ Ivona stuttered, her voice thick with desperation, “in any case, the Emperor has the right to do as he pleases with the artifact.”
“And if he did not?”
Ivona stiffened. This is treason. I should push my hand right through her throat. I should gut this wretched snake before she sinks her fangs any deeper. But somehow, she could not, and did nothing as Gloria’s words wrapped around her.
“There are those that think our Emperor holds onto the Oracle too tightly. It is no secret he is not the only one that hears its voice. And what does he do with this power of foresight? Sacrifice millions on the Forge Worlds, and openly contemplate the death of his own family members.”
Ivona felt Gloria’s hand land ever so softly on her neck, pulling her closer, so that the older woman’s mouth was inches away from her ear.
“There are those who think, Ivona, that the Oracle would be better suited in the hands of others. Those who hold different values – who wish to push the Empire forward, and not backward.”
Gloria’s next words were inevitable, inescapable. Ivona breathed in. She was a girl again, fifteen, screaming, sobbing, watching a lone ship dip down below the capital’s horizon.
“Those who can understand the plight of a young woman who just wants her brother to come back home.”
Paradisia, part 5
Gloria simply stood back and watched as Ivona slumped, rose, and made to leave without speaking a word. Her soft, purposeful footfalls made barely any noise against the floor of the observation platform.
Only when the arched double doors had slid closed did Gloria hurriedly pull out a thin silver disc, hold it against her mouth, and inhale. That had taken a little longer than expected. She stowed the disc back in her blouse, and looked out across Eden Lycanis, surveying the last of the transport frigates. But at last, everything was in place. She cleared her throat.
“Jakob.” The shadows on the platform shifted slightly, and a young man emerged. His eyes were vacant, and the Imperial uniform fitted him poorly. “Is that the last of the shipments?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Then prepare my ship for station Ignis tomorrow morning. We’re one step closer to bringing you home.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” The man’s voice had scant emotion, betraying little except fatigue. He turned to leave, but Gloria grabbed his arm.
“And tell our friends they can advance to Chysme. Ivona Craine shouldn’t be a problem for them there anymore. She’ll want to get back to her grandfather, I’d wager.”
“Certainly, ma’am.” Gloria let go, and Jakob shuffled off along the passageway.
She stayed on the platform for some time after, watching the last frigate pass beyond the peaks of the Virides. The lights on the walkways in the valley below had all gone out. Gloria stood alone, suspended over pitch-black emptiness.
“He sits upon a throne built of sand, and does not notice the foundations below him crumble…” Gloria Morell turned, waved her hand, and walked away as the 11th observation platform on Eden Lycanis was plunged into darkness.
Chapter 17: The Calm
The Calm
Report from the 33rd conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held in orbit of station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Emille Galateos, Ji Young-Joo, Moira Craine
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, San’a
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
… discuss the particulars of the newly discovered Heka-α1 production facility on Vargas during the next conference. As for the search for Commander Varse, this will need to be postponed slightly until the negotiations with the Federation ambassador in the Imperial capital have been rounded off.
Since the last vote, cursory examination of station Ignis and the vegetation which now surrounds it has begun. In addition to this, the Universal Council’s remaining resources have been conducting in-depth research into safer methods of traversing the wormholes. Now, a solution has appeared before us – though some of you may be hesitant to accept it.
Not a few hours ago, before the start of this conference, a representative of the Federation corporation Borealis Inc. was admitted to the Universal Council. This representative presented to this body the results of the corporation’s experiments on Federation soldiers whose bodies had merged with Quantum, following the events of this council’s 23rd conference. Borealis Inc.’s findings were that introducing Quantum into the human body made it more resistant to the volatile energy of the wormhole. After establishing this, Borealis Inc.’s researchers managed to confirm that introducing Organic Quantum into the body bestowed this same resistance, without affecting the mind in the way seen in those suffering from “Quantum Sickness”.
Organic Quantum, however, is a fully novel material, and was discovered during the aftermath of the 24th conference; the only known occurrence of it was within station Ignis, which is now inaccessible. Curious how Borealis Inc. was able to obtain this, the Council was referred to their research records. Through these it came to light that the corporation had – unknown to Victor Huxley, their Sector president – procured the Organic Quantum from the vegetation surrounding Ignis, which apparently contains light traces of the substance.
The representative of Borealis Inc. has been quick to point out that there is, in fact, no inter-faction law against the removal of unclaimed organic material from neutral space. However, such a law has of course never been necessary before the present situation. This has caused certain councilmembers to assert that Borealis Inc.’s conduct is no mere neglect, and rather a deliberate attempt at capitalizing on the novelty of an easily obtainable product.
Emille Galateo, whose house had been considering allowing the use of its reinforced plating – utilized on Imperial warships – for a second probe to be sent through the wormhole, has stated that his house will withdraw its support if the factions vote to back this new technology from the Federation. Emille stated this stance was partially due to the dubious ethics of Borealis Inc.’s practices, but more importantly due to the “implication that such a vulgar augmentation to the human body would become commonplace.”
The councilmember’s concern is not unfounded; the slow, but certain progress of Hygeia Systems’ research on widening the wormholes has made manned missions to the other side not a matter of if, but of when. Once these missions commence, the precedent the Universal Council sets now may likely be followed by every future expedition. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Universal Council opt for the usage of medical augmentation on those that will eventually travel through the wormholes, condoning the use of appropriated Organic Quantum? Or does the Council support House Galateo, and decide not to use augmentations for future expeditions?
Good sol, Explorers. It was a relief to walk into the satellite in orbit around Ignis and not feel the overbearing Imperial atmosphere of oppression and decadence that seems to follow their Emperor wherever he goes.
Furthermore, the news from Vargas continues to be good – though mining production is certainly a struggle to maintain, focus has been redistributed to other mining planets in less proximity to Blue Skies, to reduce the drug’s impact. As you may have also heard during the conference, our military investigations are finally homing in on the potential base of operations on the planet. Soon, we will know for certain who spread this vile substance throughout our system, and this trade blockade will at last come to its end.
And it is here that I must turn to the conditions of the current vote. I, for one, cannot understand the issue the other councilmembers seem to have with this situation. Yes, Borealis Inc.’s actions were slightly rash, and it would have been perhaps more sensitive of them to ask for the Council’s permission, but at present only good has come from their actions – to be able to withstand the volatile energy of a wormhole is a staggering development, and well worth exploring further.
It is sad that Emille Galateo felt the need to relinquish his house’s offer in the face of these events; Imperial Forge Worlds are second-to-none in their production of metalwork, and we can be certain that if any material is to withstand the journey through the wormhole, it is their reinforced plating. However, it may be that the work Hygeia Systems is currently continuing will allow us to widen the wormhole far wider than the size of a small vessel, making such sturdy defensive measures less necessary.
If you’ll permit me to speak my mind, Explorers, in matters of both principle and practice, I see no convincing reason for us to bend to the Empire’s envy or the Union’s idealism in this instance. Human augmentation is a powerful tool, and we should make use of it as best we can. Now, as always, I will leave the vote to you.
Stay vigilant.
San’a
The fortunes of the Empire are as bright as ever, Explorers! No doubt you are all still spellbound from the awe-inspiring apparition of Imperator Solas – may he outlive the stars – at this very council during its last conference. I trust you will now take to your duties with renewed fervor, knowing you have come that much closer to a direct audience with his Eminence.
As expected, the overblown reports of unrest from within our own faction’s borders have also slowed, most assuredly due to the stirring wave of Imperial zeal that our Emperor’s recent actions have evoked in his people. It is only these reports of unseen assailants on Chysme that we must contend with now; no doubt Lady Ivona will weed them out promptly, after she returns to Chysme from the capital.
Speaking on the current vote, it is little surprise that Lord Emille would withdraw his house’s support so hastily – House Galateo has always been stringent and particular about adherence to honorable conduct, even by Imperial standards.
One cannot help but agree with his stance – putting aside the manner in which the Organic Quantum was obtained, this talk of Quantum augmentation is harrowing. The Federation may think it wise to give common people access to such things, but in the Empire we understand that augmentation is a privilege – one bestowed upon us by our birth, and by the Emperor himself. It is not something to be handed out to anyone with the appropriate amount of credits.
Of course, we must also consider the fact that there may be no other way to get ourselves through this wormhole. Even if there is, the very fact that the Federation could possess this technology before us is cause for worry. If we allow them to disclose it to the Council, only the other factions will lose House Galateo’s reinforced plating. However, as a faction we stand to lose something more crucial: our ideals, our belief in the undeniable sovereignty of inheritance and privilege.
You know the creed of the Empire, Explorers: we alone have the inalienable right to every star scattered across the known universe. This vote will certainly be a crucial step toward realizing that inevitable truth.
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Aish Fenix, Union member and Vox representative
Hello, Comrades. Aish here, reporting in from the Hallia – that’s the satellite orbiting Ignis that we’re in by the way, don’t know why the Council felt it necessary to omit that detail. It’s probably got something to do with it being an Ojin-Kai machine, I’d bet. Yes, aside from having members who engage in oppressive extremism, some of their engineers also supply the UC with a bunch of really good tech. It’s almost as if organizations can contain “manifold and disjointed ideals” without collapsing in on themselves, Áurea.
I swear on my home’s soil, that woman’s going to be the death of me – if not the entire Union, if she has her way. Which brings me nicely to the vote, actually, because all of this “augmentation” talk smacks of typical Federation indulgence to me – sure, they appear civilized and orderly on the surface, but the moment something is unregulated they swoop in like vultures and grab whatever they can get their talons on.
And sure, it’s important to allow and encourage augmentation when it’s necessary, but this project just seems like a complete waste of resources. As much as it pains me to side with a git like Emille – whose face just won’t stop screaming “breastfed til age 14” at me – what reason is there, at the moment, for sending people through the wormhole? We’re cracking down on a drug problem, we’ve restricted trade, and the Bastion’s having to actively regulate the amount of people it’s taking on now! Sending people into an unknown galaxy, while appealing, is not exactly priority number one, I’d think.
‘Course, there is a slight problem with all this. That reinforced plating isn’t a gift – while in the grand scheme of things it’s not expensive, Union people are still going to be paying for it. We’re no strangers to contributions, Comrades, but the thought of even a minuscule amount of Union labor going towards puffing up that overfed rat Emille’s credit balance is nauseating. Not to mention, would we want to send probes representing humanity’s ingenuity and progress to other galaxies which were made by malnourished Imperial workers? The Council’s already accepted Emille’s help – our councilmembers were overruled on that account – but if we take the Fed’s tech here, we could force house Galateo to withdraw their offer.
Make sure to discuss with your fellow Union members, Explorers, and vote according to what you think is right.
Keep your head high.
Aish
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Side with Borealis Inc. 3 (Empire,Federation,Union) , Side with House Galateo 0 ()
The final vote is in favor of supporting Borealis Inc. in their efforts to enable safe human travel through the wormholes. The faction representatives have selected several members of their faction to take part in the initial study, which will be conducted on Borealis Inc.’s facilities on Struve-214. The first results of these experiments will be transmitted directly to the Universal Council as soon as they are available.
Backdraft
The following is a report transmitted from the Borealis Inc. corporation, originally a formal medical report to the directors on Tumulis, Struve-214. Some information has been omitted to preserve the corporations Intellectual Property Rights.
///Reports issued to:
Office C-11, operating in the Eastern Sector of Tumulis, 1st-ranked Metropolis on the planetoid Struve-214, located in Sector 3 of Federation Space, currently presided over by acting president Victor Huxley
///Source:
Jack Leung, Struve-ID ZX375, Federation ID α1-71A34x. Genetic data registered at Borealis Inc., subsidiary of the VasTech corporation.
///Topic 1:
Initial experimentation on the subjects assigned by the Universal Council.
no. of subjects: 51
Now that our efforts have been moved to a larger laboratory, mass testing has begun in earnest. The first few voluntary subjects sent by the Council have arrived; those hailing from other factions are expected to arrive later.
Subjects appear to not be rejecting the Organic Quantum. Though they are, of course, being given [REDACTED], the material is already flowing much more freely through the body. Will have to conduct further scans and tests with [REDACTED] to verify success of initial merging.
///Topic 2:
Physical and mental testing of subjects merged with Organic Quantum
no. of subjects: 46
Scans have verified that Organic Quantum has fully merged with the subjects’ nervous and neural systems. With regular Quantum merging, such progression would have taken far longer, and would have resulted in a complete loss of function in the subjects.
In contrast, current subjects are in fact excelling at both physical and mental tasks, performing above their own averages. As well as wormhole traversal, may be useful for [REDACTED] program on Simeon.
Subjects beginning to show physical signs of Organic Quantum merging; noticeably different from previously observed symptoms in subjects merged with regular Quantum. Instead of natural blue color of Quantum and Organic Quantum, fractal patterns and marks on the skin are displaying a variety of colors, in a manner similar to materials like black opal.
///Topic 3: Results of exposure to volatile Quantum energy
no. of subjects: [REDACTED]
Subjects were left in rooms with an exposed Quantum Drive, with researchers increasing the level of exposure for the subjects gradually. For safety purposes 100% exposure was not attempted, but even at 70% exposure subjects showed almost complete resilience to the procedure. For contrast, the highest survived exposure before these tests was 6.758%.
Co-ordination exercises also yielded other interesting results: subjects are not only more physically capable, but also more able to work in tandem; in the four assigned groups in the [REDACTED] activity, those with further development of Organic Quantum integration vastly outperformed the rest of the subjects.
Current results of this research suggest travel through the wormhole while using Organic Quantum to internally stabilize the pilot is fully possible. The next step will be practical testing of this hypothesis, by incrementally exposing prospective pilots to the exterior of the wormholes themselves.
Transmission ends.
As per its statements during the conference, House Galateo has withdrawn its support, and will no longer be offering its reinforced plating to the Universal Council. The other councilmembers representing the Empire have, however, agreed to the Empire’s participation in the testing of Organic Quantum, provided that once the substance is declared completely safe, non-nobles within the Empire will be excluded from its use, to preserve the faction’s delicate balance of genetic enhancements.
Chapter 18: Blue Skies
Blue Skies
Report from the 34th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held in orbit of station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Thulani Ade’k, Ji Young-Joo, Moira Craine
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, San’a, Kim Lee
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Trice Chavos, Mandla Bankole
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
…by Hygeia Systems is completed, travel is limited to smaller probes. Given the withdrawal of House Galateo, any further probes are expected to be irreparably damaged upon their return. Initial tests conducted by Borealis Inc. in proximity to the wormholes do suggest that human travel is imminent, however.
Sending a second probe will also help finalize the ongoing discussion around planet sovereignty. For now, the projected number of planets will be distributed among the three factions; the purpose of this being to minimize any friction between the factions. Therefore, the distribution will focus on individual sovereignty, and will be directly integrated with the Explorer program. More details on the particulars of this arrangement will be disclosed soon.
Now, the Council must turn its attention to the main point of concern. The independent investigation by the Federation into the appearance of the drug Heka-α1 on the mining planet Vargas and its surroundings has entered its final stages. Following the last vote, a central facility for the distribution and manufacture of Heka-α1 was uncovered on Vargas, deep below the planet’s surface. Further examination found that those entering and exiting the facility bore markings common to the Ojin-Kai, a Union mercenary clan with which the Federation has a recent history.
This offshoot of the clan has no authorization to be so far out in Federation space. Indeed, after the Federation’s transmission was sent out, the Union responded immediately, sending the Bastion directly to the border, where it has remained since. Several fleets of Union ships have amassed around the artifact, rallied by Cillian Mercer, a respected member of the Vox and one of the more prominent representatives of the Gamayun mercenary clan. These fleets, by vote of the Vox, were sent out towards the Federation to take responsibility for the Ojin-Kai’s presence on Vargas.
However, several councilmembers, representing both the Federation and the Empire, consider this display nothing more than an excuse for the Union to push into Federation territory. The situation has now become a matter of inter-faction concern, and thus, of the Council. The Federation is gathering its forces – led by the 2nd-ranked Valkyrie Bryn – to assault the Ojin-Kai base on Vargas, as Union fleets amass at their borders to do the very same.
Cillian Mercer, in a transmission to the Council, argued that the Gamayun are used to facing the Ojin-Kai’s tactics, and will make swift work of the base on Vargas, leading to a quick end to the current trade restrictions, under which the Union has “unquestionably suffered the most”. Bryn, communicating through the Nexus, has rebutted that the Union’s prowess is irrelevant – that a threat to the safety of the Federation’s borders should not be solved by creating another. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Universal Council allow Cillian Mercer and his cohorts to lead the fighting on Vargas, ultimately conceding that the Union should mete out justice to its own people and bringing the trade restrictions to a swift end? Or does the Council decide that the Union should stay out of this matter, and that the Federation has the right to rally against this breach of their borders, regardless of a potential extension of the trade restrictions?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Good sol, Explorers. Your decision on the last vote has brought the Federation some much needed stability – for that, I am incredibly grateful. These breakthroughs in the use of Organic Quantum could improve the lives of our citizens immensely. Of course, I need not mention how the Empire’s refusal to administer the augmentation to those within their faction they have deemed unworthy is almost comical in its vexation. We will surely soon see the consequences of their foolhardiness.
Unfortunately, Victor Huxley remains absent from his position as a councilmember, but President Lee has been able to make an appearance for this conference – a good thing it is, too, seeing as the discussions surrounding Vargas are of critical importance to her Sector.
I will freely admit – the plight of Cillian Mercer and his Gamayun cohorts does move me. From what I know of the Gamayun clan, theirs is a culture based squarely around individual honor and principle, two traits that any good Federation citizen ought to acknowledge and respect. However, where they fail to sway me – and, I believe, both President Adonis and President Lee as well – is by extending this honor and principle to their fellows. Certainly, the actions of a faction member can be condemned without feeling that this condemnation needs to extend infinitely across the entire faction?
However, no matter the Federation’s moral stance on this situation, the fact remains that our forces on and around Vargas are stretched somewhat thin. The rigorous search of the surrounding planets, along with the policing of the drug trade both on the planet and at the border, have severely split our resources. Of course, this information has not been disclosed to the Council – our internal military affairs are none of their concern, and it would not be wise to inform the Union that they might be doing us a favour. I will stress that we will by no means lose this conflict – suffering heavy losses to save face is the Empire’s lot – but if our defenses on Vargas are thin now, they will be near nonexistent after the conclusion of this attack.
Consider this situation well, Explorers – there is more than just pride at stake here.
Stay vigilant.
San’a
The sun strikes twice upon the pendulum of fate this day, Explorers! Though we may have conceded the research of Organic Quantum to the Federation, we need but watch from afar as they and the Union fail to use it to its fullest effect! They will foolishly only distribute it to those in need, or spread it throughout their entire faction. No, we Imperials will use our artifact, and the divine wisdom it grants our Emperor – may he outlive the stars – to determine who is worthy to bear such augmentations.
And now, by fortuitous providence, this vote provides us yet another opportunity to stand by and watch, as the other two factions tear themselves apart. I have heard Imperator Solas speak somewhat highly of this Cillian Mercer in the past – for, though he is a Union wretch, his passion is certainly something to be matched. And yet, this makes the current situation all the more hazardous – for if we set a precedent for such a violation of faction borders, what else will follow? Bone-headed, lily-livered Union anarchy, that is what will follow.
But we must also consider the direct implications: every moment that we spend under the thumb of these trade restrictions is a moment where the Federation gains an advantage over us. They are undoubtedly better equipped to deal with these restrictions than we or the Union. Naturally, our innate superiority means we are by no means suffering to the extent that those lawless scum are, but it cannot be denied that Empire would stand to benefit in the event the restrictions were lifted. The fallacious reports of invisible assailants in the Empire have begun permeating even the Inner Rim of the Empire; we shall need all our judicial might to put those rumours to rest.
But now, I bring before you an even more tantalizing prospect. The lethality of the Ojin-Kai is well-documented, and though both factions have formidable military strength, I have gathered from our Mendacian Division that one of the Union councilmembers recently slain in a prolonged skirmish with the Ojin-Kai. What’s more, the Oracle is singing songs of certain death for this day, Imperials. Perhaps we might not only determine the fate of the Empire with this vote, but for its enemies as well.
The question then becomes, of the Open Palm of the Gamayun, and the 2nd-ranked Valkyrie of the Federation, who poses the largest potential future threat to the Empire?
Let the songs of the Oracle flow through you, Explorers, and let the vigor of our Emperor fill you with resolution.
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Aish Fenix, Union member and Vox representative
Hello, Comrades. Not quite sure how I feel about the outcome of the last vote, to be honest with you. To use Organic Quantum to shield ourselves is one thing, but this… Trust the Federation to take a method of protection and turn it into some sort of weapon. We might be heading down a dangerous path here, Explorers – it’s times like these when I find myself wishing we could get an Oracle of our own.
And I can’t say I’m particularly keen on this whole gung-ho attitude of Mercer either. Don’t get me wrong, I have tremendous respect for the man, but… there’s a part of me that’s thinking: “isn’t this why we have the Vox? To make sure moderation prevails at times like these?” But as it stands, I can’t blame our fellow Union members for getting swept up by all the bluster and bravado.
And I can empathize, I really can, as I’m sure can many of you. We’re hungry, we’re watching more people file into the Bastion every day, and seeing other Union folk put an end to this misery when we unknowingly started it would feel somehow… right – not to mention how much I’d worry about what the Feds might do to the Ojin-Kai once they get a hold of them.
But when it comes down to it, I just don’t know if that’s the right choice, Comrades. Yes, we’re in a difficult situation, but should we let that situation define who we are? What we stand for? I’d like to believe in a Union that can weather this storm, and not shed its principles at the first chance of an easy way out.
Whatever you choose, I’ll stand by you, Explorers – that’s what keeps the Union strong. I’ve said my piece, and I thank you for hearing me out, as I hope you will all your other fellow Union members.
Keep your head high.
Aish
Voting Results
The results are here!
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Let the Union bring their own to justice 3 (Empire,Federation,Union) , Allow Byrn to attack the Ojin-Kai 0 ()
The final vote is in favor of allowing the Union to pass beyond the Federation’s border. Cillian Mercer has been notified, and the Union’s fleets will begin advancing towards Vargas immediately. The Federation’s forces will, of course, be allowed to bolster the Union’s attack, but this is not mandatory. The report of the conflict is expected shortly after its conclusion.
Routed
Transmission from Cillian Mercer, Open Palm of the Gamayun and Vox representative
Location: surface of Vargas
Dating: 4th transmission – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: combat report
Evening, councilmembers. Though I suppose Ignis doesn’t have natural light, does it? Well, from where I’m standing on Vargas the sun’s just gone down – a sight for sore eyes, let me tell you. The shards of phrenium in the rock make it look like we’ve got two skies; one above, one below. I’ve got my best men surrounding me, a bunch of dead Ojin-Kai on the ground, and a few thousand more with their hands held up, being led onto our ships. Gotta say, there’s nothing quite like it.
(spit)
More goddamn rubble in my teeth… Oh but, they put up a good fight. I said it in my previous comm, but the Ojin-Kai always make the chase entertaining. Tried to string us along into the caves, so I had Caspian fly his Viper into the overhang – that shut ‘em up. After the battle, we prayed for his light to reach the stars – I’m sure he’s nesting there now.
Once we’d seized ground control, taking the mines was no problem. When the Ojin-Kai held up a front, we charged through. Where cracks formed, we widened them – showed them the righteous fury of the Gamayun, let them feel the pain of every Union member clustered on board the Bastion, using our particle cannons as battering rams.
As far as we can tell, all the facilities have been destroyed – but I’ll leave full cleanup to the Federation crew, if they ever manage to arrive. I was told we’d have backup, and from a Valkyrie no less. Guess the Union’s just a little too quick. If there’s any Feds listening: try to keep up next time.
(chuckle)
Although, I do almost feel sorry to leave this planet behind in such a state. I’m sure the Federation’s enterprising enough to rebuild it though. Interesting thing, too – encouraged some of our Drifters to take a look into the facility, check out how the Ojin-Kai got a hand in here. Guess what they found? Snuck in through a communication block in the Nexus. Except here’s the thing: those blocks didn’t correspond with any officially registered ones from the Feds’ side. Either they’ve been feeding us the wrong intel, or someone’s been manufacturing malfunctioning Nexus comms. Wonder what that could mean?
Anyway, that’s none of my business. My business is carrying these mercenaries back to the Bastion so we can finally put them to justice before the Vox. Looks like there’ll be more than enough space too, with the trade restrictions finally put to rest. Good night, councilmembers, and oh – you’re welcome, by the way.
Transmission ends.
Cillian Mercer and the assembled Union fleets have already made their way back to Union space. Initial intelligence operations on the Federation’s side have confirmed that all the Heka-α1 facilities on Vargas have been completely removed. However, the destruction inflicted on Vargas by the battle was immense, so much so that it will take the planet several full cycles to return to its full function. The Federation has not issued an official response to this development yet, but several councilmembers have already expressed their intent to impose repercussions on the Union for these actions.
As for the discovery of these “manufactured blips” in the Nexus’ communication network, it was recently discovered that the Shard sent from Federation space into the Empire originated from one of the planets surrounding Vargas, Sybill-3. The time of this shipment coincided with another of said blips. The question remains: who is causing minor interruptions in the Nexus network? And for what purpose?
After confirming with President Kim Lee and Grant Ipsen on board the Howitzer, the Universal Council has determined that the trade restrictions will be lifted in a few days’ time. Fleets and units along the borders of each faction will be able to return to their own space, and extensive vetting procedures will no longer be necessary.
Chapter 19: Denouement
Denouement
Report from the 35th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held in orbit of station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Thulani Ade’k, Ji Young-Joo, Moira Craine
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, San’a, Victor Huxley
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Trice Chavos, Mandla Bankole
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
…and we will continue to monitor the situation on the borders as best we can. If the factions decide that the Universal Council’s forces need be deployed in response to these unseen attackers in the Empire, it will be done. Thank you for your concerns, Lord Ade’k.
The second probe operation is being prepared as we speak; it will send two probes through the wormholes near the Imperial capital and the fringes of the Union. With the conclusion of these expeditions, we will have a somewhat comprehensive map of the areas beyond, and planet assignment can begin.
In the meantime, with the illegal shipments of Heka-α1 reaching negligibly low frequency, trade restrictions between the factions have at last been loosened. Ships on the border have begun moving back to the political centers of their respective factions for check-in.
Unfortunately, during this rather severe shake-up, there is another matter which the Council must address, as we attempt to navigate the crossing between borders of several separate faction fleets. President Ádonis, furious at the damage done by Cillian Mercer and the Union fleets to the mining planet Vargas, has called for the Union to assist the Federation in providing materials for the necessary repairs. The damage, which initially appeared to be mostly surface-level, in fact extends to the very structure of the planet’s caves, and the central infrastructure of its mining operations. As it stands, Vargas can no longer operate as a mining planet.
President Adonis is backed in this outcry by acting President Huxley, who adds that the costs of rebuilding the destroyed mining stations, tunneling infrastructure, and refineries on Vargas will vastly outweigh any potential profit that is to be made from the planet for a significant time. As such, in the event the Union does not assist the Federation, Vargas will most likely be reclassified as a residential planet, and millions of working Federation citizens will lose their jobs and thus, their means of income.
Union councilmembers have raised their concerns about President Adonis’ request, leveraging the Union’s current volatile situation; the Bastion is housing billions of people at present, and with the trade restrictions being lifted, their rehabilitation into the Union systems will be extremely delicate. The minimum amount of materials that the Federation has requested would cause severe destabilization in the Union’s distribution system, and would adversely affect the Union’s citizens.
As per the creed of the Union, any debt to be paid must be paid by all its members. No one is certain what the response from the Union populace will be to this, but words such as “rioting” and “offensive retaliation” have been thrown around by its councilmembers, as more of a warning than a threat. The Vox – once again, per Union creed – does not consider itself to have control over the actions of any of its member systems, and will most likely take no action to stop Union folk in any attempts they make at such “retaliation”. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Universal Council decide that the Union must pay, at least in part, for the damages Cillian Mercer and his men caused to Vargas, risking a potential destabilization of their supply chain in the face of their current mass rehabilitation? Or does the Council decide that the Federation is responsible for repairing Vargas, which most likely will leave millions without jobs or a means of income, and let the planet itself fall to waste?
Good sol, Explorers. It is unfortunate that the aftermath of the last vote would lead to such destruction, but speaking honestly, I do believe worse would have come to pass if we had chosen to take care of the matter ourselves. Bryn is a close friend – one year below me in VasTech Valkyrie training – and I am glad he is still with us. No doubt he will be an asset in struggles yet to come.
This is why I am slightly disturbed by the vigor with which President Adonis has taken to this case – surely it would be better for us to let the situation rest while we have gained the advantage? But if she has acting President Huxley backing her, I am certain they have knowledge that I, as a Valkyrie do not. President Adonis has been instated to protect the interests of the Federation, and we, as those who elected her, must trust in her to do just that.
Now, I have heard the arguments from the side of the Union councilmembers that we should send “care-packages” to the miners on Vargas, and I can tell you: it is comments like these that make me want to take up my saber and show those lawless Union folk the real meaning of justice. At times, I cannot believe their obstinance – simply because our practices do not align with theirs, does not mean they can be so callously disregarded. It is only my confidence in the value of Federation virtues that keeps my temper cool, and my saber in its sheath.
In truth, those arguments are naïve. Giving out free support would fly in the face of several Federation laws that serve to protect necessary resources from being claimed by those who have done nothing to deserve them. The Federation puts its trust in its systems because they work, and because our citizens are virtuous enough to uphold them. However, if those systems are jeopardized by the wanton destruction of an outside party, then it becomes another matter entirely.
Do you see, Explorers? How dare the Union suggest that it is the Federation’s responsibility to account for their failures in leadership and regulation. How dare they suggest that our laws cause suffering, when their faction clusters its people on board the Bastion in the billions, because they cannot afford to sustain their fringe systems on their own!
(sigh)
However, we must acknowledge that the Union’s predicament is severe. Though it may pain us and our people, the Federation is not the Empire – we do not hold petty grudges. We stand for security, and for grace. If we let the Union have their way – if we let them keep their resources – and we still manage to prosper despite this, then we will have shown the Union how wrong they truly are.
Stay vigilant, Explorers.
San’a
Greetings, Explorers – I bring with me commendations, as well, from our Emperor – may he outlive the stars! As you have no doubt seen, the outcome of the last vote was most fruitful for us. Not only have our borders once again been opened up, but by providence Cillian Mercer and his cohorts have exempted us from undue speculation!
This Shard of the Cradle from Sybill-3 was merely a ploy by the Federation to cast doubt upon the Empire; a co-ordinated project of slander and manipulation, perpetrated perhaps in tandem with the Union? One shudders at the thought.
However, we have no time to be worrying about such trifles – there are worries enough within our own faction, Imperials. We have lost contact with a number of ships from House Haden, as well as the Edens of House Galateo and House Lycanis. Such disruptions in communication occur occasionally due to various environmental factors – fret not, the Nexus may well be ours one day – and is most likely nothing to be concerned over. All the same, the recent assaults by unseen attackers have caused several ships to disappear outright – if the noble houses do not contact the capital by the next conference, a scout fleet will be sent beyond the Inner Rim to investigate their disappearance.
Now, to more amiable matters. As for the current vote, what did your last directive say, Explorers? Did it not say the Empire would revel further in the misfortunes of the other factions? Now we may watch as they tear one another limb from limb. Would we prefer to foster chaos and dissent among the Union, who have one foot in the grave already, as it stands? Or perhaps, would the Empire delight in seeing the Federation squirm, abandoning one of its own planets, and let the once providential Vargas fall into nothingness?
Certainly, Vargas is the center of our concern for this week, Imperials. For though it is a Federation planet, its body is rich in allium, a metal which our Forge Worlds use to construct the armor of our Dratrais soldiers. If the mines there were to falter, we would fall short of such materials. Of course, this would strike a substantial against both the Federation as well, and foster even more dissent within the Union. For – though they loathe to admit it – the continued existence of their fringe systems does still depend on trade with the Federation.
Now, Explorers, raise your heads, and cast calm judgement upon those wretches entrapped by the laws of lesser factions!
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Aish Fenix, Union member and Vox representative
Hello, Comrades – Aish here. I’ve got to say, it pays to have friends on board the Hallia again. Although I think Mandla might have blown a casket if he didn’t have Trice with him to calm him down. Well, it sure is livelier in the Council meetings now, I suppose.
Mandla’s a big Mercer guy – who on the Vox isn’t at this point – but I don’t see this vote as being against or for Mercer’s methods. Listen, Comrades, if the Federation really cared about its workers, they’d give them some sort of support, same as the Vox would do for struggling Union systems. Just because their practices don’t align with ours, doesn’t mean we should cough up or sacrifice anything for their refusal to support their own citizens.
I’m also a bit worried about Kim’s lack of support for Áurea’s proposal, and her general absence from the conference. Far as I know, Vargas is situated in Sector 2 of Federation space, which is Kim’s sector. Seems pretty sketchy, then, that she wouldn’t attend the conference, or at least make her voice heard somehow. I’ve spoken to her a few times, and she’s a staunch Union sympathizer – at least, as much as any Fed can be – much like Gloria in the Empire, for example. I can’t imagine her attitude towards the current vote is making her many friends in the Federation… maybe that’s why they don’t want her here?
Anyway, it’s not my job to get involved in Fed politics – thank god – I just thought you might appreciate the added intel, Explorers. Speaking of, notice how there was no mention on the Feds’ side of Sybill-3 during the conference? If I were a betting gal, I’d put my money on there being other motivations for Áurea or Victor to focus on the damage to Vargas instead of those blips in the Nexus. If it looks like a Fed coverup, and it smells like a Fed coverup, then…
Only problem is: we got ourselves into this mess. It’s the
one thing the Feds have against us here, and it’s the one thing I’m finding the hardest to overlook. As factions, we both value personal responsibility; it’s just that we Union folk like to support each other through it, rather than leaving our laborers for dead.
Of course, I’m not here to deny you the question of principles over protection, Explorers – just here to say that I’d choose protection on any day.
Keep your head high.
Aish
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: The Federation must abandon Vargas 0 () , The Union must pay for the damage on Vargas 3 (Empire,Federation,Union)
The final vote is in favor of having the Union pay for the damages inflicted by Cillian Mercer and the Union fleets during the attacks on the Ojin-Kai. The directive has been sent to the Vox, who will attempt to organize compliance as soon as they are able. Our Union councilmembers will keep us informed on the developments within the Union regarding this matter.
Constriction
The following is a transmission from Aish Fenix, councilmember and current faction contact for the Union:
Transmission from Aish Fenix, Union member and Vox representative
Location: main deck area of the Bastion
Dating: 2nd report – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: operation report
Hello, fellow councilmembers – Aish here. Just arrived on the Bastion, getting to work helping with relocations as best we can. Some people don’t want to go back to where they were, and we want to make sure everyone finds their place, so it’s gonna take time.
As far as I’m aware, the news about us paying for the repairs on Vargas was relayed a few hours ago. It’s been relatively quiet since – I’m honestly surprised at how well our Union members seem to be taking it. Most likely though, the situation just hasn’t allowed the reality of their predicament to sink in yet. This is going to be hanging over our heads for some time to come. For now though, things are going okay. Mercer’s throwing around suggestions like challenging Bryn to a Rite, but I don’t think anything’s going to come of that.
There was a bit of a scuffle earlier – some of rooms below deck where we house the Ojin-Kai got a bit rowdy. That’s all been smoothed over as far as I’m aware. Good thing too – an breakout at a time like this would be catastrophic, with so many Union members all clustered in one place.
I think that’s all from me for now, gonna join up with the others from Protos and see if we can get our wayward Union folk back home.
Transmission ends.
No doubt the Universal Council will be hearing more of the Union’s response to the current vote as the situation progresses. For the moment, however, the Council can afford to turn to other matters.
The materials for the repairs on Vargas are currently being gathered, and the procedure will be commencing as soon as possible, with President Lee and the Valkyrie Bryn overseeing the entire operation from the Xebec, President Lee’s personal flagship. Normally, a president’s flagship does not venture this far out into the fringes, but evidently the Federation Senate thought the risk a necessary one for this endeavor.
However, the initial clearing of the rubble on the planet has uncovered more than just damaged refineries. From beneath a deluge of debris, one of the cleanup teams dragged up something that has not been seen for 500 years: a Quantum weapon.
Quantum weaponry was banned after the destruction of the Sol system, and all traces of it have been wiped from official faction records. Today, the only remaining blueprints for Quantum weapons are kept secure on station Ignis. If someone on Vargas managed to manufacture any kind of Quantum armaments, it does not bode well for the stability of the Core Systems.
Constriction, part 2
While the consequences of this vote continue to roll out, the two probes sent out into the Union wormhole near the Lalande system and the Empire wormhole near the Imperial capital have also begun to send back the first bits of information.
From these snippets of data, the Council’s researchers have been able to gather that initial speculation as to the wormhole’s destinations are correct – each wormhole leads to a separate galaxy, all with planets wholly different from ones we are accustomed to. These worlds seem at once more hostile, more vibrant, in much a similar way to those surrounding Mímir, but to a much more extreme degree. Early analysis of closer planets shows esoteric species roaming on and beneath the surface, and rich deposits of Quantum waiting to be uncovered.
This discovery is important, not only because it provides humanity with a bridge to worlds beyond our previous imaginings, but also because it would seem to confirm long-standing speculation that Mímir and its surrounding planets are not, in fact, native to our galaxy – that they came to us from beyond the bounds of the milky way.
As our understanding of their destinations increases, so too has our comprehension of the wormholes’ key functions. After rigorous testing, the Universal Council’s researchers have confirmed that the exterior of the wormhole, this solid aurora that seems to shift its hues almost constantly, is also a tear in space, much like the center of the wormhole; it is simply a more volatile one.
The exterior section still transports anything it comes into contact with to the galaxy linked to that wormhole. However, for all other intents and purposes, the transportation is completely random. It is believed this is most likely what happened with the Council’s missing fleets, including the Arbiter; their dimensions may well have been large enough to make contact with the more volatile parts of the wormhole, and as such, were sent to far-off areas of these new galaxies. As it stands, the energy of the wormhole will need to be controlled – it would be wise not to widen the safe area beyond what is necessary for a small manned craft to travel through. On this, the technicians at Hygeia Systems are apparently making slow, but steady progress. The Federation researchers for Borealis Inc. on Struve-214 have also notified the Universal Council that experiments with Organic Quantum infusion are progressing rapidly, and that a manned mission to the other end of a wormhole is imminent. It seems increasingly likely that the next giant leap for mankind is on the horizon, Explorers.
Chapter 20: Jörmungandr
Jörmungandr
36th conference of the Universal Council:
Time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Emergency transmission from the orbit of station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Thulani Ade’k, Ji Young-Joo, Moira Craine
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, San’a, Kim Lee
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Trice Chavos, Mandla Bankole
The following is an emergency transmission sent directly from the base in orbit of station Ignis, delivered to the relevant members of each faction through the Federation’s Nexus network:
Councilmembers, Explorers – certainly the recent events have shaken quite a few of you. I will play now just a few of the transmissions relayed to the Universal Council from the Imperial capital and other planets in the Empire’s Inner Rim; this will hopefully give adequate context for the decision that now stands before us. Be warned: these recordings are not for the faint of heart.
(click)
Transmission from Felix Neputus
Location: Forge World Kepler-5
Dating: 4th transmission – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: combat report
Our defenses are overrun, the Lycanis dogs are at the Forge’s doors – urgh!
(thudding, crashing)
Heavy artillery fire! You beasts dare defy the Emperor himself? Then taste the sting of the Neputus armaments! For Imperator Solas!
(yelling, guttural retching, screaming)
Transmission from Sarai Praetor, Royal Imperial Guard
Location: Imperial capital, Third Advent of Conquest
Dating: 3rd transmission – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: operation report
(static)
Imperial Guard reporting in, Lord Craine. Ships from Lycanis, Galateo, and house Haden on my flank. At least some of us are still loyal to the Emperor. I swear to you – we will defend the capital until the last Praetor guard has fallen.
(screeching of metal, roar of passing ships)
Moving into Viper formation! All ships move towards – Lord Craine!
(explosion)
An unseen assailant has struck down Dachas Craine! Moving to intercept falling craft –
(multiple explosions)
Fall back! We have no way of knowing the direction of these attacks – the enemy is using a cloaking device of some kind! All ships, fall back to the Second Gates – move as close to the Imperial Palace as you can, and stop any more forces from entering the gardens!
Transmission from Simon Etruscus
Location: Eden Va-halet
Dating: 5th transmission – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: combat report
I-I… verily have I never heard of such fury! These creatures are all the way up to the Eden’s front palace. I still fail to understand how they move about the gravity of Eden Va-halet with such ease – I have only caught a glimpse, but their speed seemed… inhuman.
(electronic whirring)
Thank the Oracle – I have reached the observation platform and –
(glass shattering)
By the Emperor, wha – what is that thing? What are they?! No… I know that face – but it… it cannot be –
(sniffling, growling)
… (static) Lycanis?
(screeching, tearing flesh, silence)
(click)
Jörmungandr, part 2
These are but a few of the transmissions that station Ignis has intercepted. They paint a gruesome picture, but a clear one nonetheless: almost the entirety of Imperial space has been swept up in a coup – one of the largest it has ever seen. The houses of Lycanis, Haden, and Galateo – among others – appear to have defected towards the side of the insurgent leaders, the Vulpis Oculi.
The coup itself began several hours ago, on the Day of Ascension in the Empire, an event where military leaders are promoted and distinguished according to their recent successes. This event usually gathers a large crowd within the Forum of Imperial address. As such, many Imperial citizens and nobles are currently locked inside the palace, as those allied with the Vulpis Oculi are fast approaching its gates. Those locked inside include Gloria Morell and the Emperor himself, as well as Ivona Craine, who was set to be Ascended to a position in the Empire’s Second Fleet. The Universal Council unfortunately can give no more insight as to the proceedings within the Imperial palace’s halls, but they are most assuredly not calm and collected.
There is, however, one other crucial political figure who has been caught up in this unfortunate event, and it is this fact that may force the Council to involve itself where it normally would not. Amanda Kaito, vice-president of Borealis Inc. and current Federation ambassador to the Empire, is among those trapped in the Imperial palace. Given the reported destruction and the rapid advance of the insurgent forces, the ambassador’s life is in grave danger.
The Universal Council has been unable to contact any Imperial ships directly, as they are most likely still engaged in the coup. However, a ship containing Union mercenaries of the Protos Syndicate – the Yggdra – has also been caught in the coup’s crossfire. The Yggdra, recently relieved of its duties in the trade restrictions, was returning to Union space from the Empire-Federation border when the crew was thrown off course by an inciting skirmish, and was forced to retreat further into Imperial territory. They are now locked in combat with the insurgent fleets, which are slowly closing in on the Imperial capital. At present, these Union mercenaries may well be in prime position to save Amando Kaito and her escorts from their fate.
However, time is running out. Last communication with the Yggdra showed that there is a slight chance they can pass by the oncoming insurgents. However, the ship’s crew will need to act immediately if they wish to make it through, and they will not have the necessary time to retrieve the Federation ambassador. In the event the ambassador were to be prioritized, the Yggdra would need to maneuver through the oncoming storm and hold its ground, potentially losing many lives in the process. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Council order the Protos Syndicate ship, the Yggdra, to move away from the Imperial capital, escaping relatively unharmed, but abandoning the Federation’s ambassador to the Empire? Or does the Council order the Yggdra to fly deeper into Empire territory, protecting the ambassador and her escorts from almost certain death, but surrendering themselves to the violence of the coup?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Good sol, Explorers. It is strange not speaking to you from the relay on station Ignis – I am currently in the Valkyrie center on Cypriat-X-12, right on the border between the Federation and the Empire.
Of course, we cannot see the fighting from here, but some of it is strong enough to be picked up on our sensors. Harrowing, isn’t it? To know that just a few days’ travel away, lives are being lost, ties are being broken; perhaps dynasties are crumbling into nothing. I wonder if this is how those on the earth’s bunkers might have felt, in the times before the Sol system’s destruction – alone and listless in the dark, with not even the sounds of war to keep them company.
And yet circumstances now dictate that the Federation will have a hand in what comes to pass within the Empire. For make no mistake, Explorers: where there is choice, there is power, even if it is not immediately visible. It is hard to know for certain, but this decision may well have more consequences than just saving Amanda Kaito.
As it stands, every single person on the Council is aware that the Vulpis Oculi appeal more to the Union’s principles than Solas ever did; most likely, these Protos Syndicate mercenaries know it too. If they do choose to stay within the bounds of the palace, who is to say they will not fight for a cause they believe in? Moreover, if the poor souls do eventually throw themselves into the fray, what impact might that have on the future of the Empire? A single ship may seem minuscule in the grand scope of things, but sometimes that can be all it takes to turn the tide of battle.
Of course, instability within the Empire is not exactly ideal for the Federation either, Explorers. The longer the battle drags on, the more stifled the rest of the Core Systems become, and the more we upset the current delicate balance. I know from the emergency conference that most of the Imperial councilmembers are fully certain Solas will triumph; of course they would say that, but if it is true, sending in the Protos mercenaries would only be prolonging the Vulpis Oculi’s destruction. But then, would we leave a Federation ambassador to die? Certainly, Miss Kaito was aware of the risk of her position, but there will more than likely be a public outcry in the event of her death, not least due to the Federation’s inaction.
All in all, I would urge you to think carefully about this one, Explorers – there is much at stake here, and your choice may well shape the future of the Core Systems.
Stay vigilant.
San’a
Explorers – nay, Imperials. I urge you, do not believe these pernicious lies the Universal Council bandies about so freely! You may, of course, forgive them their overblown dramatics, for they have not strength of will, nor security of purpose to guide them. There is nothing to fear, however – these insurgent leaders they speak of are nothing more than peasants. Rabble, insects, the sort you might on occasion accidentally squash beneath your heel before dining. While yes, the Vulpis Oculi may have wormed their way into the heart of the Empire and rallied a few lesser noble houses to their cause, this makes them none the more formidable; for a noble that lies with peasants, becomes himself a peasant. The lack of response from our so-called “Council” is appalling as well – I have seen more backbone from an arthropod. Who are they to determine whether this matter is purely an Imperial one? If anything, perhaps the blame for this “coup”, as they so callously call it, can fall squarely on this Amanda Kaito. A mole from the Federation, a snake who has made her way into our midst, only to attempt to strike at our heart. Well, no matter, for whatever her intentions, the Imperial palace hosts some of the most formidable figures in the Empire’s glorious history. Imperator Solas – may he outlive the stars – is no doubt waiting for the opportune moment to strike, and if the presence of our Emperor was not enough, he is flanked by Gloria Morell – a most trusted advisor – and Ivona Craine, the soon-to-be adjudant of the Second Fleet! No, there is no doubt that the Emperor will be able seize this day. Then, we must ask ourselves: do we really wish to invite the Union further into Imperial territory? The fact that they do not have the firepower to blast through the line of defense of even lesser noble houses is not the Empire’s concern. And see what they did to the planet of Vargas? To have such barbarism let loose upon the Imperial capital is a horrifying thought. All the same, perhaps it would be best to leave the Federation no avenue to demand recompense from us. With the Universal Council in place, we may well end up having to provide material compensation to the woman’s entire genealogy, dead or alive. Keep your thoughts strong, Explorers. Let the immovable will of the Imperator guide you through this vote, as it will guide us through the current fracas. Sic itur ad astra.
What a day, huh, Comrades? Apologies if I sound a bit rougher than usual – this comm is coming to you directly from the Bastion – Vox conference in full effect actually – so the connection’s not that great. Who’d have thought we’d live to see a revolution in the Empire? Although we can’t be sure what the motives are of these Vulpis Oculi, I’d say cautious optimism is in order here. Anything that knocks old Solas of his pedestal would be a big step forward for communication between our two factions – never been much of a Union-sympathizer, that guy. Not that I was alive then, but I’m sure you’ve all heard the stories of him trying to stamp out the Union before we could find our own artifact. Either way this plays out, though, the Empire will most likely be weaker for it, so it’s probably better that we stand back and watch for now. Don’t know where the Council gets off calling us Protos “mercenaries” though, like we can be compared to Celestials or Gamayun. Not that we’re better than them, just… different. Protos wouldn’t be caught dead crossing into Fed territory for vengeance or honor, for example. No, we take the world as it comes to us, and make do with what we have. That’s why I’m fairly certain Amanda Kaito is in far better hands with them than she’ll be if she’s in the palace. Even if the insurgents don’t get her, there’s surely a bunch of Imperial nobles who’d jump at the chance to slit a high-ranking Fed’s throat. No, the moment you join the Syndicate, you’re taught to be resourceful, cool under pressure, and hardy. Sera, for example, she’s one of us – though I’m not sure how convincing that parable is at this exact moment, hah. Sorry. That was a bit grim – it’s just… laughing as the world burns, I guess. Sentiments on the Bastion are heated right now, Comrades, and resources continue to be somewhat scarce with us paying for Vargas’ reparations. That’s why I’m not certain about this vote; I’m sure Amanda would be better off with members of the Syndicate, but I don’t know if the Union should be getting involved here in a way that might provoke the Empire later. Also, we’ve been sticking our necks out for the Federation for long enough at this point. First Morn, now Vargas… Like I said earlier, might be better to stand back and watch, and if the Feds want to retaliate against the Empire – let them. That’s not any of our business. But anyway, the Union is shaped by the will of its people, Explorers – as it should be. Steel yourselves, discuss with your faction members, and as always... Keep your head high. Aish
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Let the Yggdra escape unscathed 3 (Empire,Federation,Union) , Rescue the Federation ambassador 0 ()
The final vote is in favor of having the Union ship the Yggdra escape, leaving the Federation ambassador inside the Imperial capital. A transmission has been sent through the Empire system to the Union ship; due to the Union’s ongoing reparations on Vargas, the Federation senate has authorized the transmission to utilize Nexus communication lines. Most likely we will soon hear news of the Yggdra’s fate, as well as the developments on the situation in the Empire.
Ragnarök
The following are excerpts from transmissions received from Tigris Azavedo, main contact point for the Yggdra, and Amanda Kaito, ambassador for the Federation:
Transmission from Tigris Azavedo
Location: Imperial space
Dating: 3rd report – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: combat report
…pulling through – hard. Alex, can we engage the scramblers?
(chunk, electronic whirring)
Perfect, that’s how I like it! Alright, folks, hold on to your helmets!
(frantic beeping)
Transmission from Tigris Azavedo
Location: Imperial space
Dating: 4th report – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: combat report
…take me, looks like we made it out. Everyone feeling good?
(mutterings of agreement)
Well, there you have it, UC. The Yggdra’s gone and made it out in one piece! Can’t imagine what it must be like for everyone down on the capital. Still, looking at all the Protos faces here sure makes that feeling a helluva lot easier to stomach. Alex!
(distant voice) Yeah?
Get our Quantum Drive up and running, would ya? Looks like you’ll get to buy me that drink after all.
Transmission from Amanda Kaito
Location: Imperial palace, Inner Halls
Dating: 2nd briefing – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: intelligence briefing
We’ve made it out of the main halls, moving towards the east. No thanks to the Imperial guard – the bastards were almost keeping us hostage. I’m sending a summary of my previous briefing through now. Ionas, could you barricade – yes exactly, good man. And check on my pistol, I think it’s malfunctioning. Establishing link with beacon, and…
(beeping)
There, excellent. Where was I – yes, a group came storming through the hall after the guards had left. I thought at first they were Union from their combat attire, but saw no insignias or tattoos marking them as such. One of them – a woman with short-cut white hair – unlocked the doors to the hall and told us to leave the Inner Halls as quickly as we could – not that the Imperial citizens needed the encouragement.
Through the throng, I saw the woman was wounded slightly, just below the waist. When I moved towards her, another of them – a man with short, dark hair – just looked at me, fixed me with the most intense stare I’ve ever seen, and motioned pointedly to the door. There was fury etched in his features, but fear too – real fear.
So we ran – thank you Ionas – if only to establish a stable link to get my first briefing through. Now hopefully, we can hold out in the East Halls long enough that – Ionas? What are you looking at?
(crashing, screams, tearing of flesh)
End of transmissions.
The Yggdra appears to have made it out of Imperial space safely – though the same cannot be said for Amanda Kaito. In her last moments, the ambassador managed to transmit an intelligence briefing directly to the Universal Council, detailing the situation within the Imperial palace. The briefing contains some truly disquieting information: word has apparently reached the trapped Imperial citizens that Solas Craine, Emperor of one of the three factions of humanity, has been killed.
Alongside this, Gloria Morell, advisor to the late Emperor and current councilmember, has since claimed responsibility for the current revolt, and has called for the operation of the faction-wide transmission network, initially constructed for Montez Lycanis’ public appearance during the 25th conference of this very Council.
Lady Morell has also informed the Council that, though the fighting has not yet subsided, she intends to hold an immediate address from the palace’s Forum, to be transmitted across the entirety of the Core Systems. Due to the Empire being unable to use the Nexus, this address will take some time to reach station Ignis and the other factions. Nevertheless, the Universal Council urges all members of the factions to use whatever means they have to view the address, as it will likely shape the future of the Core Systems for decades to come.
Bonus Story: Oculus
Oculus
Colors flash across the halogen sign of Rev’s Diner, tucked away in the side streets of Cypriat-X-12. A thin trickle of water passes through into a drain – the remnant of recently regulated rainfall. The streets on X-12 are curved ever so slightly, so that any semblance of waste is siphoned off from the main promenade, into the cold back-alleys, out of sight of those who might not wish to see it.
The sole of a boot presses against the stream, breaking the flow and causing the reflection from the lights of passing hovercars, starkly offset against the dark night sky, to scatter and twist. Valkyrie’s San’a and Yen tread lightly through the street. San’a looks straight ahead, brushing the hair out of her face every so often. Yen walks behind, keeping their eyes to the side at all times. Both Valkyries have activated their jumpsuit’s padding, and are wearing Kenaris adaptive blazers – the temperatures on Cypriat-X-12 can frequently reach well below zero.
“Remind me again why we’re going here, instead of Vas-AIR?” Yen says, their thin face framed by the lights of the vehicles overhead. A scar reaches all the way down their left cheek.
“It gives us perspective, Yen.” San’a’s breath condenses in front of her the instant it exits her mouth. “I don’t want the stock reactions we’re going to get at the VasTech places.” She quickens her pace somewhat.
“But free drinks, San!” Yen mewls, hurrying forward to keep up with their friend.
“Trust me,” San’a looks back, smiling suggestively. “After one drink from Rev’s, you’ll be begging to pay for them.”
They pass by a terminal, and San’a pauses, her finger gliding over the console, coming to a halt above several illuminated options. A colorful, cartoonish approximation of a weatherman dances across the screen, his attire changing to suit different climates. The “Whether Weather” logo flashes in bright yellow letters at the top of the display, a Takeyon trademark hovering subliminally beneath it. Slightly to the right is a notification box, which reads “To all Federation citizens: Imperial address reaches Nexus range in 00:05:52” in a clear, neatly calibrated font.
As San’a places her fingertip on the display it whirs, reading her genetic profile, and adjusts to her registered visual acuity. She turns to Yen, her eyes giving way to a playfulness that only emerges during off-work hours.
“You want rain or sun tomorrow?”
“Both, ideally.”
“Nobody ever picks that, Yen.”
“Well, you never know.” Yen smiles sardonically. “Could get lucky.”
“Fine.” San’a shrugs. “Your loss.”
San’a presses down firmly, and the screen slides away to reveal a scrolling leaderboard of sorts, with several bars displayed in descending order. One of them near the middle flashes, reading out “7.524%”. The weatherman, now decidedly sporting an umbrella and a Takeyon LLC blouse, emits a stylized speech bubble: “Thank you for your contribution – every voice is heard here at Takeyon!”
San’a and Yen don’t read it – they’ve already moved on, past the terminal, towards the beckoning lights of the diner.
Oculus, Part 2
As they approach, Yen brushes against something – a hand, withered and wrinkled. They pull back instinctively, but relax once a sliver of light from above runs across the man’s features, revealing the light blue outline around his irises.
San’a turns round, her face painted with the diner’s dancing display of lights. “Problem, Yen?”
“No,” Yen narrows their eyes, pulling their face away from the figure. “Just another Sky drinker.”
“Poor bastards. Thank god Blue Skies are mostly gone now.”
Yen nods, noncommittally.
An uncomfortable silence passes.
“Right, sorry.” San’a says, pulling back the wired beads in front of Rev’s Diner. A blast of warm air hits her face. She squints. “Heard anything from your cousin recently?”
“Kudo?” Yen considers briefly. “Yeah, he’s been out of the clinics for a while now, doing a lot better. PI work or something, last I heard.”
“That’s good.” San’a says, pulling at the solid steel latch on the diner’s sliding doors. Someone has scrawled “Up with the Union mercs” and “Justice for Vargas!” along it in glowing bright green holo-ink. “That’s good.”
As San’a and Yen pass through the doors, they’re greeted by a maelstrom of sound and smells. Alcohol mostly, and a cocktail of thinly flavored vapor which spreads through the air, carrying compounds of varying legality. San’a smiles. The clientele at Rev’s isn’t what you would call “delicate”, but they’re a surprisingly sober bunch.
On this night, however, even Rev’s is rife with tension. The conversation is pleasant, but everyone is slightly on edge; stealing glances at the holographic displays in the corner. The Imperial address hits the Federation’s borders in all but a few moments – pretty soon, everyone in Federation space will have seen it. The patrons, pleasure-seeking though they may be, can think of little else. San’a looks round, finds a place to sit that’s near a display. Before they’ve even sat down, however, a growling, throaty voice finds its mark.
“Well, well, well! Two Valkyries in my humble establishment! How’re you doin’, dearies?”
San’a wheels round. “A lot better now, Rev, that’s for sure.” She flashes him a warm smile.
Rev Backbeater is ex-military, with an avalanche of scars cascading from his forehead to his left arm. A sleek, but poorly fitted mechanical arm whirs around his right side, serving drinks on autopilot as he makes his way over to the two of them. Up close, the veins around his eyes bulge out, and his blinking is offset slightly – the telltale signs of a Nexus diver.
“I trust you’re here for the spectacle, then?” he asks, chuckling.
“Just for the drinks, Rev – as always.”
“Right you are.” Rev winks at both of them. “Anything I can get you?”
San’a scans the light-up menu briefly, then decides against it. “Something local, if you’ve got it.”
“Comin’ up. And you, precious?”
“You can call me Yen, diver.” Yen replies coolly.
“Noted.” Rev nods courteously, adjusting his tone. “Yen – anything you want?”
Yen rubs a palm against their forehead, sighing. “Strongest thing you’ve got, Rev – thanks.”
“No problem. Rough night for all of us, I reckon.” Rev grins, walking away. “I ain’t complainin’,“ he shouts, “sourer the mood, better the business.”
San’a and Yen lean back, eyes fixed on the closest display, waiting. They nod amiably at Rev as he brings them their drinks, but don’t exchange any words. Not soon afterwards, the screens flicker to life, and the diner is suddenly dropped into silence as all eyes fixate on the glowing view-feed.
A holographic, three-dimensional image pulls itself off the wall. Nobody here – save San’a – has seen the Imperial capital before, and there are a few gasps from the patrons as the camera moves across its ornate columns and twisting spires, and the vast shadow of the golden petals surrounding the Imperial palace. Slowly, the Imperial Forum comes into view, and the giant statues which hold up its balcony are placed front and center. The diner is filled with a roar – the people gathered in the Imperial Forum – as the gates to the balcony open, and –
Oculus, Part 3
Gloria Morell strides onto the balcony overlooking the Imperial Forum. On either side of her are Dratais of House Praetor – large, imposing figures, clad in the delicate and fluid metalwork of the Empire’s finest forges. Beyond them, and past the bounds of the balcony, hang banners emblazoned with the emblem of House Craine.
Gloria stands above the assembled crowd. The wind whips her hair back behind her ears. She spreads her arms, the sullen sulfurous clouds roiling a deep orange behind her. An explosion rocks against the Forum’s shields, and someone in the crowd screams; the onlookers are growing more and more restless.
Then, Gloria Morell begins to speak. In an instant, the raw power of her voice overwhelms the crowd. They are captured, coerced into silent submission as the sound washes over them. Three large drones hover above the crowd, their cameras studying every angle of Gloria’s face, calculating an approximate three-dimensional image, which is projected as a splendid full color hologram on either side of the balcony, so that she looms over the tens of thousands of Imperial citizens like a thundercloud.
“Fellow Imperials!” The words stir the crowd into motion. “I know you are afraid – I know you are uncertain. But I can assure you: no one had more respect for the head of House Craine than I did. He has been our Emperor for longer than any of us have been alive. He was honorable, and just. He spoke to the Oracle, and the Oracle spoke through him.” Gloria takes a second to look over the expectant faces, nobles and servants alike, united by fear in a single moment. “I say all this because I want you to know that my actions were not born from selfish desire – not out of spite for our Imperator’s throne, nor his position. This path was chosen after all others had been exhausted.” She takes a breath. “Yes, I have killed Solas Craine –“ at these words a murmur passes through the crowd. In Rev’s Diner, San’a grips her drink tighter, and Yen puts a hand on her shoulder. The vapor hangs in the air; motionless, suspended by silence.
“- but it was his own hand that pushed the blade between his ribs. I say this not with satisfaction, but with sadness. More than any of you, perhaps, I loved and respected our Emperor! But his continued inaction in the face of the Empire’s failings has put us on a path to certain destruction, and I, along with many others, could no longer bear to ignore it.”
“You think she really killed him?” Yen leans in close to San’a. “She doesn’t look the part.”
“Yeah – she killed him.” San’a says, as calmly as she can manage. “Look at her face – she’s like a cat that got a planet’s worth of cream.”
Yen sits back. “I’d guess she had help.”
“Agreed,” San’a digs her nails into her glass absent-mindedly. “The question is: who would be willing to take the plunge with her?”
Back on the display, Gloria has begun pacing across the sides of the balcony. The crowd is following her movements, surging as she gets close, their fear partially forgotten. “Millions of citizens on the Forge Worlds perished because your Emperor so desperately wanted the bastard Montez dead-“ a slight cheer rises from the crowd. “And when his granddaughter Ivona Craine so effectively captured this self-proclaimed “pirate lord”, did the Emperor reveal to us the reason for his actions? Did he provide justification or solace for the countless lives that were lost? No! He told you nothing. Not just that, he let this bastard, who should have been publicly executed for abandoning his house –“ another cheer, louder this time, “- escape!
At Rev’s, Yen swills their glass round. “Well she knows what she’s doing, that’s for sure.”
“Yes,” San’a says, observing the feed quietly. “That is what worries me.”
Yen looks at San’a, notes the tension in her face, then moves their hand over to San’a’s and holds it there. San’a relaxes slightly, and Yen smiles. San’a would never admit it, but this is exactly why she brought Yen here.
Oculus, Part 4
Gloria is speaking louder now, with the crowd responding in kind. “He clung to power, yet did nothing to obtain it. He clutched the Oracle so tightly that he failed to see the actions the Vulpis Oculi prepared against him, let alone what would benefit the Empire! When humanity discovered a new artifact, one that would position the Empire as the most powerful faction in all the Core Systems, what did your venerated Emperor do? He bade the Council not to activate it!” Some people in the crowd jeer in response, as Gloria continues to whip them into a frenzy. “And not out of fear for his people – out of fear of change! Your Emperor, Solas Craine, was content to hold onto power forever. May he outlive the stars, indeed. And what of us? What of his people? Where would we be? Your Emperor would have watched the Empire crumble beneath him, would have watched the stars burn themselves out, while only he survived. That is not what this faction deserves, and that is not what you, the Imperial citizens, stalwarts of the culture and creed of humanity, deserve!”
Gloria stands once again at the center of the balcony. She spreads her arms, as yet another orbital bombardment crashes against the shields surrounding the Forum. This time, however, it is all but drowned out by the roar of the crowd. Gloria smiles, and lowers her hands, as her audience quietens. Her next words start low and solemn, building to a soaring crescendo.
“For too long has the Empire been stagnant and isolated. For too long have we repudiated contact with the other factions – and they shun us for it. They judge our methods as ancient, and our politics as farcical. I say to you now: let us show them how wrong they truly are! Wormholes have opened up, some right on our doorstep; with Organic Quantum, we can grasp hold of everything the Empire is destined to achieve, and more!” At the final flourish, Gloria closes her eyes, letting the noise of the crowd wash over her.
“Already I am hearing some of you speak of the final days of the Empire.” She opens her eyes, and surveys her people. “Nothing could be further from the truth.” Gloria raises a single hand, the Lycanis and Morell Astrias shimmering in the furious fires from the battle outside. She beckons towards the shimmering midday sun, as if inviting its advance. “On this day, the Empire… is reborn.”
The crowd murmurs in solemn agreement. Gloria’s eyes narrow; this was not the reaction she was expecting. She sees something in the throng – a child, pointing, gesticulating.
A figure moves into view behind her.
The audience assembled within the Forum lets out a collective gasp; in Rev’s Diner, San’a jumps to her feet. “No…” she mutters, her eyes full of fire, her lips taut. Yen looks confused. “San’a, what –“ but the other Valkyrie holds up a hand.
Gloria has realized the shift in mood. She furrows her brow, and turns. In an instant, a hand, thick and dark, moves towards her, liquid metal flowing in streams from its outstretched palm. Before Gloria can speak, before she can even scream, her mouth is wrapped a grim mask of Imperial steel.
The crowd begins to scream.
Oculus, Part 5
The holographic image of Gloria Morell is lifted up, over the balcony’s balustrade. Several people gasp as the giant projection moves across the Forum, its feet dangling over the mass of people below.
Imperator Solas steps out into the sunlight, the shifting metal that flows from his palm holding up the insurgent leader by the throat, catching her in the constant death throes of a blazing star. His face is impassive, but his eyes burn with a fury wrought over decades. Gloria Morell pulls at the mask, her eyes wide, her face riddled with fear. She struggles, claws frantically at the metal veil – and eventually falls still. Her eyes are closed; her feet, limp.
The Emperor thrusts his arm down, the metal relinquishing its grip on Gloria as she topples down, crashing into wall beside the balcony doors. Slowly, deliberately, like some ancient sea creature, Solas Craine turns his gaze towards the crowd. In an instant, every single one of them falls silent – what had taken Gloria Morell a mere five words, the Emperor has accomplished with none.
Finally, he looks up, toward the hovering drones. There is a brief moment of silence, crystalline and unbreakable, as those eyes, those piercing white eyes, stare out across every display in the Core Systems.
And then the feed goes dark.
***
San’a and Yen stand in the crisp night air, on a raised walkway around the outskirts of Cypriat-X-12. They’re staring out across Lake Berthús, a pale tableau of ice that surrounds the city. This far away from the city lights, quite a few stars are still visible. Every so often, early-rising Federation citizens pass by them – jogging, out for a morning stroll, the like. Some greet the Valkyries with a respectful salute – others keep their head down. San’a hasn’t said anything since they left Rev’s.
“I suppose everything’s just going to keep on turning, huh,” Yen says, tentatively. “Elections, rankings, all of that. No war, no nothing. The weather’s gonna keep changing, and we’re going to keep pretending like we have a say in it. ” They hunker down. “In a way, that’s a good thing.”
San’a shakes her head. “I just don’t understand it.”
“Oh, she speaks! You had me worried there.” Yen laughs, but doesn’t look up. They don’t know why, exactly – they just can’t bring themselves to.
San’a twists the corner of her mouth upward slightly. “Gloria was so certain he was dead – you saw the fear in her eyes when he stepped out – so what happened? What made her think she’d won?”
Yen scratches at the adaptive fabric of their uniform, unsure what to say. “Yeah, I don’t know. Maybe, San’a… maybe it’s best to let it rest for now.”
“Yeah, maybe…” San’a muses. “I did notice one thing.” She pulls her head back, looking through the icy surface of the air at the ocean of stars beyond. Perhaps it’s her imagination, but she swears she sees one of them wink out of existence. “I’ve got no idea what it means, but –“
“What was it?” Yen asks.
San’a turns her head, her Valkyrie uniform shifting in tune with her body’s movements. “He wasn’t wearing an Astria.”
Yen meets San’a’s eyes, and in that instant realizes: looking at their fellow Valkyrie – their friend – right now, it just reminds them of everything they could lose. They nod and look quickly away, out into the pitch-black slab of sky.
San’a moves down to Yen’s level, dipping her feet over the walkway’s edge. “You said your cousin’s doing PI work?”
“Yeah. Why?” The two Valkyries lean against each other, surrounded on all sides by gentle frost. Yen breathes out, and watches as the shape of their breath is torn away by the wind.
“I think I might just have a job for him…”
Chapter 21: Faraday
Faraday
Report from the 37th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held in orbit of station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Thulani Ade’k, Ji Young-Joo, Ivona Craine
Councilmembers for the Federation: Kim Lee, San’a, Victor Huxley
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Trice Chavos, Mandla Bankole
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
…to be sure, Miss Craine, the fact that your grandfather is alive is a… relief to us all. With all this turmoil to be dealt with in his territory, the other factions most assuredly hope that the Emperor continues to send envoys such as yourself – along with Lord Ade’k and Miss Ji – on his behalf.
The Emperor has also notified the Council in a recent transmission that the Valkyrie search parties for Sera Varse have been permitted entry to Empire space. Already, Valkyrie units have crossed into Empire territory and the search, led by Commander Conners, has at last begun in earnest.
Now, we must move on from such matters to the main point of discussion for this conference – as many of you are aware, the Universal Council is currently holding its conferences in a smaller station orbiting station Ignis. This is due to the dense foliage which has wrapped its way around the main station’s exterior, after the activation of the Cradle during the Council’s 31st conference.
It has since been discovered that the vegetation contains moderate amounts of Organic Quantum, which the Corporation Borealis Inc. has been steadily collecting to supply their ongoing experiments around Organic Quantum infusion.
Sometime during recent collection operations, Borealis Inc. Collector crews noted something peculiar: a bulge in the lining of station Ignis’s plating. Upon further inspection, the crew found that the plating was damaged, and was being forced outwards. It seems the overgrowth inside the station has grown strong enough to begin pushing up against the walls. In fact, the rate of growth seems to be such that – if nothing is done to slow it – station Ignis will tear itself apart from the inside.
Borealis Inc. technicians have long speculated that there is something affecting the Quantum Drive at the center of station Ignis – something which may be facilitating this rapid expansion of vegetation. In light of the current findings, Federation representatives have suggested using a BOKKA corporation molecular cutter to carefully extract and study the Quantum Drive. At current growth rate, station Ignis will likely be nothing more than scrap metal by the time the procedure is completed, though the Quantum Drive will thankfully still be intact.
Perhaps in response to this, the Universal Council has been contacted by House Neputus – one of the Imperial houses not involved in the coup – with an offer to use cannons of Imperial make for quick, controlled demolition on the station. Due to the volatility of such a procedure, the safety of the Quantum Drive cannot be guaranteed; it may well become damaged in some way. However, House Neputus has assured the Council that the structure and interior of Ignis will remain relatively undamaged. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Universal Council accept the Empire’s proposal of swiftly detonating the thick Quantum-infused vegetation in and around station Ignis, preserving the station itself, but potentially damaging or destroying the Quantum Drive at its core? Or does the Council allow the BOKKA corporation to begin their careful removal of the vegetation, extracting its core and preserving the Quantum Drive, while station Ignis itself is slowly ripped apart?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Good sol, Explorers. I trust most of you watched the Imperial address as it was being transmitted, but for those of you who haven’t – I would certainly recommend getting a copy. Many in the Federation had their doubts about the Emperor’s death – this I know – but to have those doubts confirmed in such a manner…
Now that the events of the address have had time to steep, however, it does not appear to be the worst course of history. Certainly yes, Gloria’s words were enticing, even for those not in the Empire; unfortunately, the words of revolutionaries so often are, even if they are unable to back them up. It is for these reasons exactly that the Federation’s presidents serve terms – it is a method of acknowledging rising sentiment without succumbing to it completely.
Furthermore, the presence of Ivona Craine on the Hallia is baffling – as one of the Empire’s premier tacticians, should she not be helping in the efforts to retake their system? What’s more, she displays an icy, near robotic demeanor – a far cry from the smoldering intensity I experienced during her brief visit following the battle with Montez. Maybe I am being insensitive, and this is just how Imperials display joy; with cold, unfeeling stares, and hands that look ready to rip skin at any moment.
But I digress – the recent events have affected me more than I care to admit. There is apparently concern among the Borealis Inc. researchers that Organic Quantum infusion is not proving as stable as they had hoped. However, it would not do to trouble the Council with such matters while they are unconfirmed. However, this is likely the reason why BOKKA is providing assistance in the matter of station Ignis: to perhaps discover a more nuanced method of modification.
Of course, station Ignis is a terribly important location for many of us – it is a home away from home, and a truly iconic structure. What’s more, losing it would not only make the Council less stable – it would make us less safe, and who is to say what will happen then? Most likely it will severely fracture any stronger relationships between the factions.
The vote is yours, Explorers – do we give up our future? Or do we relinquish our past? Doubtless this matter concerns you all greatly, and I urge you to discuss it at great length with your fellow Federation citizens, if only for companionship in these uncertain times.
Stay vigilant.
San’a
A snake, Explorers! A snake in our very midst! I say to all of you: Gloria Morell must be condemned to eternal suffering for her crimes against the Empire and his people. We Imperial councilmembers were forced to endure this – this farce of an Imperial address from the confines of this accursed station; who is she to speak of what is right for the Empire? Does she have the knowledge granted by the Oracle itself? No – she does not!
But even so! Imperator Solas – may he outlive the stars, indeed! – has triumphed, Explorers. Did I not tell you there was nothing to fear, that the rumors spread by the Council themselves about his Eminence’s untimely death were but that – rumors? And so you see how once again our faith is rewarded. Already the revolting noble houses have genuflected before him once more, and our Imperator, in his grace, has pardoned them all, save House Lycanis.
Certainly, House Haden and House Galateo will still lose their Edens to houses more deserving of them, but this is a small punishment for their immeasurable crimes. Nay, the nobles of House Lycanis have been given a far more fitting penance; Marcia Lycanis is to be executed publicly before the next conference, while any other members of the house’s nobility may now count themselves among the servants of House Craine. Doubtless their help will be instrumental in the rebuilding of our Imperial capital, after the remnants of the Vulpis Oculi are satisfactorily dealt with. The Lycanis Astrias will also be shattered into dust, so they may return to the nurseries from which they were birthed.
Moving over to the vote, I believe House Neputus has a very sound case here, Explorers. Station Ignis has been the mark of the collective might of humanity for over five hundred years; it is a symbol of our perseverance, and of our proud past. Letting such a structure slip into history because of a few scientists’ theories would be the height of barbarism. Of course, the Federation does not understand – they are mindless drones, good only for utilitarian pursuit of progress.
But you, Imperials – you can make a true difference. There is certainly merit in rescuing such a powerful and ancient Quantum Drive, but does it compare to losing a landmark as monumental and storied as station Ignis? As the fog over our Empire’s future clears, Explorers, look to our Imperator’s light to guide you.
Sic itur ad astra.
Hello Comrades – fuck me, what a day it’s been. Sorry, it’s just… well, I’m sure you all watched the address – don’t know if I’d recommend it, truly grueling stuff. In any case, Solas is, apparently, not dead. You know… for a moment there, I really got my hopes up. Gloria’s speech made her seem… I don’t know, different? Could be all smoke and mirrors for all I know, but still, never thought I’d hear an Imperial utter the words “cling to power” and mean it… well, in a bad way.
Oh, speaking of Imperial rhetoric – have you noticed how the Empire’s carefully avoided mentioning anything regarding those “creatures” we heard so much about during the coup? Yeah, keep an eye on that. Especially Ivona got very quiet after the subject came up. Anything miss “Ice Princess” is too worried to engage with has got to be bad in some way.
And then there’s the vote. We’ve got pretty limited info here, so it’s hard to draw any solid conclusions. At least BOKKA’s proposition – do the Feds let their corpos just name themselves anything these days? – has some promise for the future. All the same, the Organic Quantum experiments on Borealis seem to be going okay, so maybe whatever’s at the center isn’t too crucial to their whole operation.
And station Ignis… We’re talking about a symbol, and a base for the unity between every faction in the Core Systems here. Relations between us are fractured as it is – Haley used to say Ignis gave people something to rally behind, gave them the hope they needed to build a better tomorrow. Now, we want to destroy that, and leave the Council exposed to whatever might decide to come after them?
Especially with the situation on the Bastion at the moment – we’re about forty percent through the relocating, and it’s getting worse by the day. People are sick – actually sick – which is crazy. There probably hasn’t been a viral epidemic since Sol was destroyed, at least not here. And today, well… Some of the Celestials and Gamayuns got a little… rowdy. No blood spilled, but we almost had a second revolt in two fucking conferences, I’m sure of it. Only thing that stopped them was Mercer making good on his promise to challenge Bryn to a Rite – got them mad at the right people again. And maybe it’s just stress, paranoia, or I-don’t-know-what, but the atmosphere in the Union has been… different lately. More gung-ho, more anger, more just… tension.
I hope I’m worried about nothing. Any case, I just don’t think we can risk losing a symbol like that – not now. But like always, I can only give you my thoughts. You Explorers go do what you do best – persevere, and make the tough decisions.
Keep your head high.
Aish
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Preserve station Ignis 3 (Empire,Federation,Union) , Extract station Ignis’s core 0 ()
The final vote is in favor of preserving the frame of station Ignis via a controlled demolition led by House Neputus. The order has been transmitted to House Neputus’ 2nd fleet, helmed by Sofia Neputus, which should be arriving at station Ignis in short order. The fleet will be updating us on the preparations for the operation as they progress.
Aurora
The following is a transmission from Sofia Neputus, commander of the Second Fleet of House Neputus, before the commencement of the controlled demolition on station Ignis.
Transmission from Sofia Neputus
Location: in orbit of station Ignis
Dating: 2nd report – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: operation report
Greetings to the Universal Council, and any Explorers who may be listening in. I am Sofia Neputus, second child to the head of House Neputus, the house which will inherit the Eden of the disgraced noble house of Lycanis after their failed coup on our glorious Emperor – may he outlive the stars.
To stand upon the deck of this ship and gaze out at the wondrous form of station Ignis, the mechanisms of which were wrought by House Craine itself – it is an experience unlike any other. Before me hangs a symbol of the perseverance and glory of humanity. House Neputus is honored to be the one selected to preserve this station’s legacy.
Now, the charges have been placed on the station’s exterior; when I lower my hand and give the order, our cannons will begin firing, and the controlled and complete demolition of the vegetation surrounding station Ignis will commence.
Second fleet of Neputus, stand by…
And fire!
(beeping)
Transmission ends.
The controlled demolition by the Neputus fleet has subsided; the operation was completed extremely swiftly, though sadly most of the Organic Quantum from the vegetation has been completely destroyed. With this development, Organic Quantum is now in short supply, with no clear way to readily produce it outside of the extremely volatile and fatal process of extracting Quantum from humans.
Unfortunately, as was expected at the onset of this operation, the damage from the Imperial cannons, as well as their explosives, is not negligible. The structure of the station has remained mostly intact, save for some areas which had already been damaged by the overgrowth. However, the heart of Ignis, the Quantum Drive, has been damaged quite severely. While there is no direct danger from the Drive, it is currently in the process of being moved out of the station, so that it may perhaps be repaired elsewhere. Of course, with no way to power station Ignis directly, Universal Council staff and operations will still be somewhat limited, at least until the Quantum Drive can be replaced.
In the transportation process, however, the Council’s units have discovered something: the Quantum Drive itself has been encased in some unknown material; a substance that warps itself to any surface it comes into contact with. It is too early to say, but early scans indicate it may be a more “pure” form of Organic Quantum, resulting from direct contact with the more refined form of Quantum used for Quantum Drives. These theories are all merely speculative, of course, but we will doubtless learn more about this new substance as we continue to examine it. For now, at least, it appears to be confined to the damaged Drive; it may be too early to say, but it would seem yet more discoveries are on humanity’s horizon. Thankfully, the people of the Core Systems will continue to have a central place to anchor them in these uncertain and ever-changing times.
Chapter 22: Maelstrom
Maelstrom
Report from the 38th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Thulani Ade’k, Ji Young-Joo, Ivona Craine
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, San’a, Victor Huxley
Councilmembers for the Union: Aish Fenix, Trice Chavos, Mandla Bankole
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
… task force assigned to locating Sera Varse is beginning to narrow down her position. Most likely we will have some report from them around the time of the Council’s next conference. You can be sure, councilor Chavos, that she will not be harmed.
The developments following the previous vote continue to astound the Council’s researchers. This new manifestation of Quantum, scarce as it may be, could well form the backbone of this new era of space travel. However, using the new material effectively will likely require the complete co-operation of each and every one of the factions.
On this topic, we will now move to this conference’s main point of concern. The work of the Federation’s technicians at Borealis Inc. to allow human beings to travel through the wormholes has at last been completed. Though the selection process has been arduous, one Quantum-infused candidate for piloting humanity’s first voyage beyond our galaxy stands clearly above the rest: Sho, a worker for the Forge colonies on Kepler-7, has shown herself to be resilient, flexible, and able to perform under immense pressure.
Normal procedure would be to have someone affiliated with the Empire cross through the wormhole near the Imperial capital; however, under current circumstances, and with the lasting effects of the coup still being dealt with, that is not an option. Each faction has agreed that they are anxious to see a voyage beyond the wormhole conducted. This leaves but two options: to send the expedition through the wormhole located in Union space, or through the wormhole near Federation space.
There are several factors that the Universal Council is urging faction members to consider, not least of which is the historically volatile nature of these wormholes, and the effect they could have on their surroundings. In the case of the Union’s wormhole, it is situated near the Lalande system, home to the planet Morn, among others. If the wormhole near Lalande is chosen, the Union may have to cease its current relocation efforts, creating yet more chaos within the faction, potentially jeopardizing the wormhole travel operation itself.
The Federation’s wormhole is thankfully situated further away from the faction’s borders, with the closest planet being the fringe mining planet Vargas, currently undergoing repairs. However, the wormhole remains quite close to the planet Mímir and its surrounding celestial bodies. Many of the Core Systems’ most valued scientists and experts are currently on Mímir, furthering their investigations into the Cradle, the artifact which it is assumed caused the initial appearance of the wormholes. Similar to the situation within the Union, these researchers would most likely need to be evacuated in the event a ship was sent through the Federation wormhole, drastically disrupting operations around Mímir itself in the process. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Universal Council send Sho’s vessel to the wormhole in Union space, threatening to further disrupt the systems of the Union? Or does the Council decide to send the vessel through the wormhole near Federation space, causing a significant break in what may very well be crucial research on this new artifact?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Good sol, Explorers. It is good to be back on station Ignis once again. I have to say that as the faction contact for the Federation I must – of course – uphold its values, but I am… glad that we still have this home for humanity; a place to shelter ourselves in the moments when all the stars seem to have gone out.
But for now, it seems things are looking up; this new manifestation of Organic Quantum is quite the sight – I believe they are keeping it somewhere on the station for now – and an expedition has been set for beyond the bounds of our own galaxy. On the matter of scientific and humanistic progression, we are achieving things never before thought possible.
However, this decision placed before you now is not one to be taken lightly. Though it may seem inconsequential, our vote in particular on this matter is of great importance. The Union is in a state of extreme fragility at present, and the Imperials are licking their wounds – this may be the Federation’s largest opportunity yet to secure a strong foothold in humanity’s future.
The question then, is whether to further demoralize the Union, or whether we allow the expedition to take place within a wormhole closest to our own borders, where any discoveries made will be more immediately accessible to us? We still know so little about the galaxies beyond these wormholes, and there may still be other artifacts out there to discover, firmly cementing the Federation’s place in our universe.
The leaders of the Federation urge you to consider this vote carefully, Explorers. Much is riding on your decision here, perhaps even the chance for the Federation to truly be the first of the factions to gain a strong foothold in these new galaxies; if this new form of Organic Quantum is really as versatile as it seems, it may well be that soon the resources to travel through the wormholes will be available to the Council as well. It is imperative that we use this vote to our advantage, so we can be prepared when expeditions through these wormholes become commonplace.
Stay vigilant.
San’a
Imperials, let the blessings of our Emperor – may he outlive the stars – be upon you on this day! One of our own – this Sho from the Forge Worlds – has been chosen as the first of humanity to venture into galaxies beyond our imagining! What’s more, the traitorous Marcia of the former noble house of Lycanis has at last been put down, like the vile dog she has shown herself to be!
It is certainly a shame the Empire is not in a fit state to have this glorious expedition take place within our borders; Imperator Solas himself has decreed that the Empire’s wormhole shall not be tampered with for the time being. And though this Sho is a child of the Colonies, in the Empire tales of heroism are only limited to those chosen by the Emperor, and by the Oracle itself – I myself was once but a Forge Colony child, after all. This is a chance for Sho to demonstrate that she can rise above her own lineage – that citizens of the Empire are cut from a different cloth than the miserable wretches so commonly found among the other factions.
The question that stands before us then, is one of strategy and of legacy. Sending Sho through the Union wormhole during the faction’s current unrest may well provoke an attack from the more unruly Union clans – honorless mercenaries such as they are – and prevent our Empire from sending its champion through to unexplored realms beyond our imagining.
Having the expedition take place in Federation space may also pose a different risk, however. At present, the Organic Quantum infusion that allows us to brave the wormholes is purely accessible to the Federation, though I have it on good… authority that this will soon change. Nevertheless, providing them with a foothold to other galaxies so close to the borders of their own systems may place them even further ahead in this battle – for make no mistake, this is nothing but a furious struggle for survival among each of the factions. Looking at the vote in this light, perhaps it would be better to cripple the Union further, avoiding disruption of the Cradle’s research while denying the Federation their strong foothold in the new era of humanity.
As is ever the case, the Emperor’s glory will shine on everlasting, and his vision will carry us forward into our next triumph. Think of that when you make your decision, Explorers – think of the will of your sovereign leader, and the burden he bears for all of you.
Sic itur ad astra.
Hi there Comrades – hope you’re all doing well. I’m alright, considering. Can’t say I expected Trice to be as… zealous as he was today, but I can see why. A number of Union clans have started backing his bid to challenge Bryn to a Rite, in hopes it might keep our people in check while the relocation program heads into its last stages. No word from the Feds on that, of course – Áurea just scoffed when I brought it up.
Moving on to this vote, I really, really hope there’s nothing to worry about here. If all goes well, we send someone through and the wormholes behave themselves – that’s why I argued for it, at least. Mandla and Trice seemed a bit more motivated by the whole “working towards a brighter tomorrow” thing. It’s strange – I forgot how isolating Ignis’s halls can feel when you’ve got no one to back you up. Speaking of which, I hear they’re keeping that new form of Organic Quantum on the station. I’ve seen it in action, and I don’t know how I feel about the Feds or the Empire getting their hands on something like that…
Anyway, the main concern with sending the ship through Union space is already pretty clear. The epidemic we’ve got on our hands is only contained right now because people are listening to the Vox’s directions. If we – or the Council – put Union members in danger, it’s pretty likely they’ll stop listening. Sending the ship through the wormhole near Mímir would definitely be a safer option for us, but… Well, that one doesn’t exactly have the best track record, let’s put it that way.
But like I said – hopefully, all of this doesn’t mean anything. Mímir’s definitely going to get evacuated if we vote to send Sho through there, even if nothing ends up happening. Maybe we Union members need to cool our heads a bit – I certainly think so. God, I miss Haley. In any case, Explorers, your vote is key here, as it should be, so I’ll leave it up to you.
Keep your head high.
Aish
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Explore the Union wormhole 2 (Empire,Union) , Explore the wormhole near Mímir 1 (Federation)
The final vote is in favor of sending Sho’s vessel through the wormhole within Union space, near the Lalande system. Word has been sent to the Vox to urge their people to remain cautious, and outside of the wormhole’s immediate vicinity. Councilmember Trice Chavos has been assigned the duty of surveilling Sho’s expedition, and will be giving steady reports on its progression.
Prometheus
Transmission from Trice Chavos
Location: Union space, just outside the Lalande system
Dating: 3rd report – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: operation report
Trice here – we’ve got multiple situations happening all at once. Last I heard from the Bastion, they were struggling to keep people on board – especially those from Morn. Looks like a bunch of Union members even managed to make it out, and are headed for their homes in spite of the Vox’s warnings. Poor bastards.
Sho’s doing magnificently though. I mean, seeing a machine navigate the wormhole was one of thing, but a human being… This Organic Quantum stuff really is something. Makes me curious what the Union could do if we got our hands on it. In any case, looks like she’s made it through the initial maelstrom unscathed. Nexus co-ordinates are being transmitted as we speak, but – wait, shit! What’s happening?
(unintelligible)
Another fucking blip? You’ve gotta be kidding me!
(rattling of equipment)
Damn, it’s too late to warn her now.
(fabric rustling)
Krem! Get that viper ready – I’m going to see what I can do.
(unintelligible)
I don’t care whose it is, just – listen, she’s gonna die if I don’t go out there, got that?
Transmission ends.
When councilmember Chavos found Sho, she had been ripped from her vessel, plunged out into empty space. The ship itself had already flown into the Lalande wormhole, and has not been seen since. Fortunately, councilmember Chavos’ quick actions were enough to save Sho from suffering further damage – she is presently recuperating in the station Ignis medical bay. Her injuries are not severe, and even with the limited power supply for Ignis – due to the currently removed Quantum Drive – Sho will survive.
In the aftermath of this expedition, the researchers from Borealis Inc. have contacted the Universal Council, stating that “this unfortunate setback has given way to a deeper understanding of the nature of Organic Quantum”. From their report it appears that Organic Quantum, upon being fused with other matter, creates minuscule wormholes of its own when exposed to volatile forms of energy – such as Quantum Drives, and the raw tears in space that make up the wormholes.
Data from Sho’s isolation suit during the expedition confirms that this exact phenomenon is what ripped Sho from her ship, something the researchers could not be sure of until this point. Though it may appear that Organic Quantum is not as versatile as had previously been expected, there is a potential glimmer of hope here. The new manifestation of Organic Quantum, obtained from the recently salvaged station Ignis – which researchers are calling Solid Quantum – may in fact be the perfect material for continuing these expeditions. Once initial research on substance samples has been confirmed, the Universal Council may very well be able to manufacture the first suits which can truly brave the wormholes.
Unfortunately, the Core Systems must also continue their vigilance. The research teams on Mímir are now reporting that the Cradle, the artifact that created the wormholes, has begun exhibiting extremely aberrant behavior. Keeping this in mind, the Council and the teams on Mímir will continue to monitor the wormholes, as well as the artifact itself. In this way, the situation can hopefully be kept as stable as possible.
Chapter 23: The Rites
The Rites
Report from the 39th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ivona Craine, Ji Young-Joo, Sofia Neputus
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, San’a, Victor Huxley
Councilmembers for the Union: Cillian Mercer, Aish Fenix, Trice Chavos
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
… calm yourself, Mercer – and you as well, San’a and Lady Craine. We will reach the concerning vote in due course! Now, if you have all come to your senses… the Universal Council’s supply of Solid Quantum – the new material discovered when clearing out station Ignis – has been stolen. Unfortunately, due to the lack of a Quantum Drive, the station’s security protocols are not as robust as usual, and it appears that – whoever this thief was – they were able to slip through undetected.
The Council must stress that this is not a time for pointing the blame at any one faction. Now is a time for careful examination of the crime, in order to place clear blame on those responsible. All the same, members of all factions are urged to be on the lookout; Solid Quantum has the potential to allow anyone to brave the volatile energy of the wormholes and cross into other galaxies.
As we speak, Commander Conners and his team of Valkyries continue to make headway in their search for Sera Varse, with the Commander stating in his latest transmission that his team will be reporting her capture very soon. Perhaps, somewhere on the edge of the Core Systems, she has already been found. Given the covert nature of the current operation, Conners is avoiding using Nexus lines, so our communication with his team is significantly slower than normal.
Scientists on Mímir continue to notice developments in the Cradle’s signals. Some of our officers in communications have claimed to hear faint whispers in the scientists’ reports, though others attribute this noise to the missing Quantum Drive, and the resulting lack of power.
Considering all these factors, the Council will now turn its attention to the current vote. Following the disruption of Union relocation efforts during the previous conference, the epidemic plaguing the Union’s systems has spread rapidly. Its people, many of whom are still aboard the Bastion, are close to rioting, all while the Union continues to pay reparations for the damages on Vargas.
In the face of this, Cillian Mercer – who we welcome as a councilmembers for this conference – has made good on his word to challenge the Valkyrie Bryn to a Rite. Rites are a long-standing practice and tradition within the Union; though they can take many forms, this particular Rite is one of single combat – to the death. Councilmember Mercer has demanded the Rite take place on the boundary of the Union and the Federation, close to the neutral center of the Core Systems.
However, many on the Council have taken issue with these proceedings. Councilmember San’a has rebutted that it seems councilmember Mercer’s issue is not with Valkyrie Bryn, but rather the proceedings of the Council itself. As such, she has volunteered to represent the Universal Council in this very same Rite, replacing Bryn as councilmember Mercer’s opponent. Mercer has countered that the Council has no business involving itself in a dispute of this nature. However, invoking the practice of a Rite outside of Union systems is, itself, unprecedented. Thus, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Council allow the Rite to continue, leaving Bryn and Mercer to settle the matter themselves? Or does the Council interfere in this matter, having San’a act as a replacement for Bryn on behalf of the Council in the dispute?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Transmission from Áurea Adonis, 467th President of the Federation’s 2nd Sector, 4th President in the time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Good sol, citizens of the Federation. I am told some of you Explorers may well be my constituents – I hope I am representing you well, and that you are pleased with my presidency so far.
At first glance, it may be tempting to look at this vote from the perspective of inter-faction conflict. This is naïve, and a large part of the game those who hold power in the Union are playing. Some of you may be confused by my collation of the Union and “power”. Make no mistake, Explorers – the balance of power exists in every faction; the only difference lies in its transparency.
No, there are much larger matters at play in this vote. If the Council lets this challenge proceed, they set a precedent for the Union to employ Rites in future. Of course, we may refuse them, but the Rites hold a pretext of honor – in so much as the Union folk possess this trait – and honor is what turns sensible people into fools. San’a’s actions today are a perfect example of this. As such, the Rite is clearly too dangerous to be acknowledged.
That will be all; I trust that the correct course of action is now clear to you.
Áurea Adonis
A directive from Ji Young-Joo, emissary of the Emperor
A curse on whatever wretch took the rest of the Solid Quantum for themselves! By the Emperor – may he outlive the stars – if they were stood in front of me, I’d choke their heart until it burst! No doubt it was a Federation citizen; most likely their thin, money-hungry hands couldn’t resist the smell of potential profits. A shame, indeed! It is good that both Lady Craine and Lady Neputus are here – the presence of such promising progenies in our faction is a balm to my soul.
In more recent developments, House Praetor and House Neputus have begun the process of adapting the Edens they have been gifted; a process that is always astonishing to behold. If some of you are members of these respective houses, I would urge you to examine it in as much detail as you can, and notice as the small changes to the planet begin to slowly affect you.
The repairs on the Imperial capital are also fast approaching their end. We may thank the Oracle for blessing us with our glorious Imperial steel, which makes intricate structures possible to construct in such a small span of time. Of course, our Imperial citizens are anxious, having Valkyries threading themselves through our borders at present. But soon, all this will be over – Sera Varse will be captured, and the Empire will be ready to take its place once again as a beacon of guiding light for the Core Systems.
For see how they falter without our presence! The Union is cracking at the seams, they grow desperate – as most rats do when backed into a corner – and the Federation clings to their advantage like the pathetic, baseless fat-cats they are.
But now, Imperials, the time has come, at last, for one of the Oracle’s recent songs to come to its end. Do not be mistaken on whether or not blood will be shed; for the path of the Council’s decision on Vargas has brought us here, to the eve of certain death. The Union and the Federation are now completely at each other’s throats, and it is certain that one of them will perish… Perhaps the die of fate is already cast, but it pays still to be cautious.
Do we wish it to be Mercer, the lawless mercenary who lays waste to entire planets? Certainly, when facing Valkyrie Bryn, the dog’s death is all but assured – San’a does not have the combat experience to compete with one such as Bryn. Or do we wish for Mercer to continue his raucous disruption of the Federation’s systems, laying waste to one of their councilmembers, and a political symbol for their Valkyries?
There is glory in death, Imperials – though no doubt these contemptuous fools will not find it.
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Aish Fenix, Union member and Vox representative
Holy hell, okay, you could have cut the tension in that room with a brick, that’s how tight it was. I was expecting San’a to explode when Mercer called Bryn an “honorless bastard”, but Ivona getting in-between the two was really unexpected – looks like Miss Prissy’s got a practical side to her, too. Seeing all three of them staring daggers at each other, though… really makes you think, one wrong move and this whole “Universal Council” thing just comes tumbling down.
It’s not that I disagree with what Mercer’s doing, mind you, it’s just… how he’s doing it that gets to me. Appeasing the Union with a show of force is one thing – if there’s anything our members respect, it’s a Rite – but he could’ve laid off the insults a little. What’s the use in getting San’a riled up like this?
Anyway, like I was saying – the Union needs this fight. A good quarter of our people are still on board the Bastion, and more are getting sick by the minute. Some established communes on the ship are already starting to riot – if this keeps up, we’ll have a real catastrophe on our hands. Remember, we’re still holding most of the Ojin-Kai on board as well.
What’s more, we kinda need to make sure Mercer actually wins this – yes, Rites are final, but sentiment towards the Federation from our side isn’t exactly great right now. Unfortunately though, having Mercer win is part of the problem right now: do not relay this to the other factions, but it was Mercer’s Viper ship that Trice used to save Sho – it’s damaged, not unusable, but a Union Viper’s something you build yourself. If you’re not flying your own, you’re operating at half capacity, at most.
No, Mercer has to use his own ship, so the question we need to start asking is: who can he beat? Sure, Bryn is a 2nd-ranked Valkyrie, but he’s been on combat duty for the last few decades – we know what he’s got in the tank. San’a on the other hand… there’s very, very little combat data on her, and what there is doesn’t look good for us. Unorthodox, close combat, fast-paced. Especially with a damaged ship, that combo’s not exactly a recipe for success.
Problem is: if San’a wins, we might still be able to contain the damage. If Bryn wins… I don’t know, Comrades, give the Union clans something to rally behind and they’ll do it. Maybe I’m catastrophizing here, but we might be looking at a full-scale war. I’ve been running this round my head for the last few hours, and I’m struggling to see a way out of this. The halls on this station are so fucking empty.
Keep your heads high, Comrades – if you can.
Aish.
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Interfere in the Rite 1 (Empire) , Allow the Rite to continue 2 (Federation,Union)
The final vote is in favor of having Cillian Mercer and Valkyrie Bryn continue their Rite undeterred by the Council. Word has been sent to both men, with the battle lines being drawn on the border between Union and Federation space. Delegations from both factions will be spectating the event, with Mercer’s delegation mostly consisting of Gamayun clan members, and Bryn’s being composed of his Valkyrie brethren. Takeyon LLC, the largest media Corporation in the Federation, will be transmitting the Rite across the Core System via the Nexus network, so any who are interested will be able to watch it live.
Titanomachy
Mercer’s Viper, the Sepulcher, moves side-to-side, its thrusters beating a steady rhythm. Bryn’s Valkyrie coils itself into position, its inner mechanisms whirring a silent song of death. Around them, the faint borders of an arena have emerged.
Behind Mercer, the jagged shapes of the Union ships house various clan members. Aish Fenix is among them, her Viper hovering slightly away from the main group. Her face is tense, sharp. Behind Bryn shines smooth Valkyrie steel, and the eyes of San’a, watching the Rite with rapt attention.
As the glint of the passing star breaks across the bow of an assembled ship, a flash of fire tears through the borders, and a single vein of pure red light pierces the tension, shattering it like a sheet of glass. Both men roar a battle cry, kicking their engines into sudden, furious life. Bryn’s assault is swift and confident; a trickle of bright gold runs across the surface of his Valkyrie as it fires strips of energy in Mercer’s direction. Mercer rolls his ship smoothly to the side, not allowing the assault to halt his approach. Bryn’s rear thrusters kick in. “Shit-“ the on-board transmission picks up, as the Valkyrie makes a desperate bid to outmaneuver the Sepulcher.
It's too late however – Mercer’s ship is on him in seconds, its needle-like front ramming into him. The Valkyrie’s plates begin tearing – Mercer has managed to twist the tip right between its left leg and pelvis. Bryn’s hand shoots down, looking the tear the Sepulcher apart. At once, three sharp metal prongs emerge from its front, jutting directly into the Valkyrie and pinning both arms to its torso. Through the screeching lights of his HUD, Bryn sees Mercer smile, and the front of the Sepulcher opens, a glowing blast of energy beating at its center. He braces himself… in an instant, the view-feed goes completely white.
The image judders as the Rite slowly comes back into focus, its colors faded. Bryn’s Valkyrie slumps down, motionless. As colors return, the scene is suddenly crystal clear: in an act of desperation, Bryn has blocked Mercer’s blast with the cockpit of his Valkyrie, shattering the front window and managing to free one arm.
Mercer’s face contorts – he tries to pull the ship back, but Bryn’s arm catches it, ripping the entire front off the Sepulcher, sending a crushing volley in Mercer’s direction. Mercer moves down, spinning his ship into a dive as its wings pull back, the screeching of his engines lost to the void. Bryn pulls both arms in, follows him down.
All of a sudden, a shudder runs through Mercer’s ship. Bryn smiles to himself – looks like the intel they got about the Sepulcher being damaged was dead-on. Sensing an opening, the arm of the Valkyrie unit extends into a BOKKA Blade. Suddenly, the Sepulcher wheels round – a ruse! Bryn halts frantically, and Mercer grins as the Sepulcher’s wings unfold themselves around the Valkyrie. Bryn tries to turn, but realizes too late that he’s played right into Mercer’s hands. The wings push against his arm, moving his own sword closer and closer to his exposed cockpit.
Bryn sees San’a, her Valkyrie unit hovering just out of reach, but getting closer; Mercer is saying something, but Bryn can only hear the pounding of his own heartbeat. Then…
San’a’s Valkyrie – a rush of blades and metal – screeches towards them. Bryn screams, and feels the thrust of Mercer’s wing under his left arm as it tears itself away, sharp edges hurtling toward San’a. Her Valkyrie unit is ripped apart on impact. San’a’s body hangs among the shattered, twisted metal, thin drops of blood drifting across her chest.
Bryn looks up at Mercer, at the haggard, smiling face of the man who just killed his fellow Valkyrie. Quickly, mechanically, he slices his blade up in one smooth motion, splitting the ship in two – Mercer’s bones shatter with the sheer force of the blow. Bryn’s arms hang limp as he unfurls himself from the wreck of the Sepulcher, and moves toward his fallen friend.
And thus… the Rite is concluded.
Bonus story: Requiem
Requiem, part 1
A torrent of rain lashes the white cobblestone spires lining the military graveyard on Vixen-1, the capital planet of the Federation’s second sector. Below, the frigid, pebble-lain paths that carve borders for faded memories lay claim to the empty air – their mourning invaders have retreated, and only the last notes of the funeral march still linger.
One figure, however, remains in their grasp, standing straight-backed opposite the freshest slab in the concourse. Their hands are at their side, black Kenaris blazer lying in a puddle near their feet. Valkyrie Yen has long since disabled the adaptive temperature for their uniform; they want to feel the impact of the rain, feel its cold penetrate their skin, and have its liquid mingle with their sorrow, their fear, their pain… everything.
Up above, hovercars scream their indifference. To Yen, it feels as if the entire world, the sky, the mercilessly manicured clouds, is roaring at them to just. let. go. They couldn’t even look Bryn in the eye, once. Just once. If you hadn’t messed up, she’d still be here. Why did I say that? Scattered thoughts, once again drowned out by the tireless noise machine overhead.
Noise, noise, noise. Everything connects to their eardrums, slowly driving them to submission. Their throat feels like sandpaper – they’ve done enough shouting. They’ve done enough crying, too, but for some reason their body hasn’t registered that yet.
“I wasn’t even there.” Their mouth moves of its own accord, and suddenly every single part of them isn’t theirs anymore – they’re thrust out of their body, like they’re looking at it from the outside, being pulled down into the earth, to be with her and not stuck on this frigid ashy place where old things go to die.
They can’t even avenge San’a. Where does all that hatred go? To the memory of a dead man, on the other side of the Core Systems? A military ship roars by, giving Yen a single glowing thread; a lifeline back to awareness. They wonder about whether to reach out, or to let the cold air steal them away and give themselves over to whatever has taken hold of their body. They feel suddenly cold.
Yen remembers President Huxley’s speech at the funeral – “This problem is greater than ourselves” – and the crowd nodding along. Yen had no idea if he was right, they just knew they disagreed with him; disagreed with the fact that their friend was being used to bring back long-buried talks of war.
Yen tugs at the thread, inching themselves closer to reality. Ships were already being sent to the Union borders – what did it matter? They tug again, harder, and feel a tingling sensation in their chest. It mattered because this couldn’t happen again. Let it happen again, give into that anger, that emptiness that wants to destroy, and Mercer wins. But in the end, shouldn’t the Union pay? No! A final, forceful tug, and Yen feels themself spinning, crashing back into consciousness, their mind suddenly on fire; they know exactly what they need to do. “Sorry, San.” Yen smiles, the rain mingling with their joy, their sorrow, their hope, their… everything, as they dial a number on their wristpad. “Looks like I gotta go.” They glance at the grave as the dial tone sounds, every fiber of their being wanting to lie down and descend into sadness, hoping against hope that the call won’t go through, that they’ll have an excuse to just let go –
The rain’s hymn is broken by a voice on the other end of the line: husky, like dark coffee filled with lemon and gristle. “Yen? Can it wait, I’m really busy at the mo –“
“Kudo.” Yen breathes out, reveling in the sensation of warmth and life flooding through their limbs. “About that favor I asked you for…” Yen takes one last look at San’a’s spire and retreats down the path, their voice fading, lost among the lashes of rain against stone, and the promises of war roaring up above.
As the sound of her footsteps fades too, and the graveyard on Vixen-1 falls into complete silence, the stars slowly show themselves. One of them, off in the distance, starts growing ever so slightly…
Requiem, part 2
Emmet kneels down in a damp cellar, surrounded by his fellow Faceless. Above their heads, through several layers of metal and wires, Union clans mill about the twisting streets of Arnum, readying themselves for combat.
In front of him sits Lucille Whitlock, her silver hair cut short, the edge of her tunic stained with blood. Mere, a young girl in her early teens, covered in a tattered Imperial robe, is sitting next to her. The girl is tending carefully to Lucille’s wounds, getting rid of the last traces of infections the Empire bakes into all their weapons. Lucille looks up, notices him.
“You’re looking better.” She says, matter-of-factly. Outside, rushing footsteps rattle the top windows, cutting through the light filtering in from the world outside.
Emmet scowls. “Yeah, well… I’ll never get used to friends dying.” He looks down at Mere, and his face relaxes a little. “Didn’t think I’d ever be back there, let alone so soon. At least we were able to save some more, hm?” he tousles her reddish hair, and Mere grins.
Lucille leans back a little, giving the child a better angle on her midriff. “Hey, all our debts are paid now. We got lucky, too.” She says pointedly, “imagine if Protos had gotten involved. That would have been a problem.” She cocks her head and eyes Emmet closely, her face twitching into a grimace. “Hey, watch the sides, kid – headaches again?”
Emmet rubs his temple. “Yeah, worse this time, but I think I –“ he’s interrupted by harsh shouting, coming in through the grates outside. Emmet falls silent. Mere finishes up her work and scoots next to him, holding onto the sleeve of his parka.
Lucille glances toward the windows. “Readying for war, huh?”
Emmet nods, his expression grave. “Mercer’s plan’s finally kicking into high gear.” He plants a kiss on Mere’s forehead, and the child scurries off to share stories and food with the others.
“But even after the interference with the Rite, the Vox isn’t fully behind it.” Lucille looks at him questioningly and tucks her tunic back into her belt, where a sidearm sits snugly in its holster. “They’d never authorize the Bastion to participate –“
“You think that’s going to stop them?” Emmet eyes flash as he glares at her, and for a moment, Lucille is reminded of the Imperial capital, of the rush of blood and metal. Of the stench of bodies piled up against the Forum’s walls. “All of the Ojin-Kai are still on-board the Bastion – that seem like a coincidence to you?”
Lucille moves to respond, but is cut off by a sudden shockwave, which rattles the foundations of the cellar. For a moment, the entire world becomes a cacophony of noise and flakes of dust. The gathered crowd looks around in panic as Emmet clutches at his head. Lucille rushes over to him. “Emmet!” The shaking subsides, leaving the group around them in disarray. Lucille finds she’s breathing heavily. “What was that?”
Emmet takes to his feet, stands up, shakes his head, looks directly at her. “Nothing we need to worry about.” For a moment, a flash of viciousness behind his eyes – then the veil descends again, and he turns towards the other Faceless, his face calm, and his words gentle. “Friends… I know where we’re headed next. But we’ll need to move quickly if we want to stay ahead of the war drums.” As one, the Faceless reach up to their collars…
And the cellar is empty, again.
Requiem, part 3
Far away from Arnum, in a sheltered crevasse in the Core Systems, Sera Varse sets up the metal rigging; she’s certain it’s going to work this time.
“…era. You…ot it working?” A voice crackles on the other end of the comms device she’s jerry-rigged to her collar. Her Union insignia is faded and scratched, one edge of it broken.
“Yeah. I think so.” Sera breathes out, and admires her handiwork. The taut wiring, the economical design, tapered to a single point, every circuit operating in perfect synchronicity. “Damn. I should win an award for this.”
“…ough with the gl…ing. Get on … it.”
She kicks the device. “Yeah, yeah, let me have my moment.” Sera bends down and flips a switch. “Damn pirates,” she mutters as the device hums into life, the mechanism affixed to her chest responding in kind. “Entanglement protocols working, so far.”
Another voice on the other end. “You …ow, Casper would have been …oud of you for all this.”
Sera smiles, showing teeth. “Oh fuck off, Montez, the last thing I want is your sympathy right now.” She’s pacing around the device, counting the pulses. She checks the little present she’s affixed to it for her pursuers. No pressure. Do this right, and everything goes swimmingly. Do it wrong, and... it doesn’t bear thinking about, so she doesn’t. “I’m still amazed Kudo managed to get us one of these new Tonocom reactors,” Sera says, tapping the triangular device on her chest, as bolts of crackling energy run across its frame. “That guy knows some people.” In theory, this amount of energy should be enough to stabilize the Solid Quantum suit she’s fashioned for herself. In theory.
The voice on the other end chuckles. “Imagine. If …ote hadn’t gone through, they’d … lost the rights to it.”
“Yeah,” Sera grins. “Guess we have the Council to thank for that, huh.”
Even through the warbled static of the comm, she can feel the pirate lord’s unmitigated spite. “…ut up, and …ove your ass.”
A thunderous crash washes over the room, and the walls shudder. Sera stumbles, juddering from side-to-side. “Okay, yeah, no time to waste – it’s starting over here, too.” Sera makes some final adjustments and breathes, feeling the wound in her side ache. “Oh, Kudo buddy, I hope those maps are fucking accurate…” She pulls at her mouthpiece. Count to three, go on two. “It’s been fun, guys. See you… well, now, I suppose.” Sera grabs hold of the device on her chest as a peal of light envelops her.
Chapter 24: Shockwave
Shockwave
Report from the 40th conference of the Universal Council: time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Held on station Ignis, in the neutral center of the Core Systems.
Councilmembers for the Empire: Ivona Craine, Ji Young-Joo, Moira Craine
Councilmembers for the Federation: Áurea Adonis, Victor Huxley, Kim Lee
Councilmembers for the Union: Mandla Bankole, Aish Fenix, Trice Chavos
The following is a transcript of the briefing on the relevant vote for those involved in the Explorer program:
… with the funerals of both the Valkyrie San’a and Cillian Mercer in their respective factions’ systems. Our thoughts are with the both of them – we have lost brave fighters, let us not dishonor their memories by losing more. I trust you all will act accordingly during this conference.
It is the Universal Council’s understanding that a large number of Union mercenary clans have taken it upon themselves to declare their open hostility toward the Federation. Of course, the Vox has not sanctioned any of these declarations, but each councilmember currently present has agreed that the Federation’s military can be reasonably expected to defend itself, should such threats become a reality. However, fears of citizens of each faction pertaining to “war” can be soundly dismissed; as long as pillar of the Union’s military, the Bastion, remains uninvolved, these skirmishes should subside soon, and peace will be restored to the Core Systems.
Unfortunately, the same can not be said for the current threat plaguing the Core Systems. A few days ago, the Universal Council received word from the scientists on Mímir of extremely unusual activity from the Cradle; the three wormholes around the Core Systems have begun expanding at an alarming rate, causing Quantum-driven machinery to sporadically fail, and encroaching rapidly on several nearby planets. These include Vargas, Morn, and the Imperial Eden now known as Eden Neputus, formerly Eden Lycanis.
Though the situation may appear dire, our researchers on Mímir are certain they can halt the wormholes’ expanse, both with the new knowledge they have gained from their continued research on the Cradle, and the previous success during the expansion of the wormholes that swallowed Mímir.
Now, councilmembers, we come to the vote at hand. The Universal Council has received a report from Commander Conners, who until recently was heading the operation to retrieve Sera Varse and take her into custody. It seems that, upon entering Sera Varse’s supposed location, Commander Conners’ team found it empty, save for a strange machine with a recorded message strapped to it. The machine has been taken in and is being examined as we speak, but we have the recorded message here for you now:
Shockwave, part 2
“To all members of the Universal Council and the Explorer Program. This is Sera Varse, speaking. Where I am is a fact I would rather keep to myself, for reasons which will soon become clear. I’ve recorded this message several days in advance to be sure you understand it’s not reactionary. What I have to tell you is this: the wormholes will begin expanding again, and soon. If nothing’s done to stop them, they could easily swallow up half of the Core Systems; by my estimates, you’ll have already noticed this. I’m sure the scientists on Mímir will tell you that everything’s under control, that they can rebalance the wormholes’ expanse like they did before.
“I’m sorry to tell you, but the scientists are wrong. The Cradle isn’t just a device – it’s a living organism. Trying to control it like a machine is a mistake; the same mistake I made when my crew first arrived on the planet. When Mímir returned through the wormhole, that was the work of me and my crew, not the Council’s fleets.
“Unfortunately… Well, the Cradle isn’t just alive – it’s hurt. The expansion of the wormholes isn’t a malicious act; it’s a defense mechanism. Soothing the Cradle requires sentient, organic life that’s been touched by Quantum – I’ve been told Borealis Inc. has some surplus “supply” of that. I’ll tell you now, though: some of the people that give themselves to the Cradle will die, as did many of my crew in our return to the Core Systems. But if we execute this properly, and use all the resources on Mímir, this damage can be limited. The longer we wait, the greater the casualties’ll be, and the higher the chance the experiment won’t work at all.
“I understand my absence may cause some of you to question my judgement, or the authenticity of my statements. For what it’s worth, I needed to leave Ignis in order to be certain that what I’ve discovered is the truth. I knew I couldn’t send more civilians to their death if I wasn’t absolutely sure it was the only way.
“And now, unfortunately, I’ve got to issue an ultimatum. I’ve got with me a sizable force, among them several people that would gladly give their lives to prevent the wormholes from wreaking any more havoc on humanity. If, for whatever reason, it seems the Council won’t see sense, we’ll be forced to take matters into our own hands. I’ll be expecting a reply soon.”
Transmission ends.
We have no further information as to what Sera Varse means regarding “taking matters into her own hands”, but the Council believes it most likely that the Ltn. Commander intends to attack Mímir with whatever force she has at her disposal. Given the hostile state of both Federation and Union space, both of which lie in-between the Council and Mímir, the Council’s resources for bolstering defenses on the station are limited. Keeping this in mind, the vote placed before the Council is as follows:
Does the Council trust the scientists, funneling all of its resources into disrupting the signals of the Cradle, and sending limited available resources to Mímir to act as backup? Or does the Council believe Sera Varse’s statements, and begin sending the subjects of Quantum infusion experimentation from Borealis Inc. to Mímir, in the hopes of stopping the expansion of the wormholes this way?
Your faction contact will issue a statement shortly in your respective vote channels before the commencement of the vote, twelve hours from now.
Transmission from Ana Plíšková, assistant to acting President Victor Huxley
Good sol, Explorers. It has been a long time; my duties as assistant to President- acting President Huxley have kept me rather busy. However, on this somber and important occasion, it has been decided that I will serve as your faction contact for this vote, in lieu of the recently deceased Valkyrie San’a.
I would like to first offer my condolences; what acting President Huxley said at the funeral was, I think, exactly what some of us needed to hear. This was not a tragic accident. It was a deliberate, considered action by a lawless mercenary, condoned by the very faction he represented, and should be treated as such.
Of course, retaliation is not our highest priority at present, as can be seen by the fact all three of the Federation’s current presidents have gathered here, on station Ignis. As no doubt you have heard by now, the Council has received Sera Varse’s message loud and clear; she is offering us another way out of the current predicament. While I only heard the details of her message second-hand from President Lee, I understand her conviction was quite impressionable.
All the same, our very own planet Vargas lies in the path of these expanding wormholes. It is no secret that gambling our resources on Sera Varse’s wild hunch is not the most prudent of tactics. The researchers on Mímir are certain that their approach will work. The only worry is that whether or not it will also work under the onslaught of whatever force the former Lieutenant Commander has managed to muster. Or perhaps she is merely bluffing? It would be best to assume the former, and hope for the latter, in any case.
There are quite a number of uncertainties to this vote, Explorers. The only true certainty that seems to be before the Federation, is that our democratic process will run its course, and that our people will make the right decision.
Ana
A directive from Ji Young-Joo, emissary of the Emperor
Greetings, Imperials! I will offer you a well-deserved congratulations from our Emperor – may he outlive the stars – at your performance during the last vote. Sadly, we were outnumbered, but such is the way of the snake who calls herself democracy. Either way, we may rejoice, for the bloated braggard Mercer has met his end. And with such a tragic interference from poor San’a, too… I must say, I will miss her passionate outbursts during these quaint little conferences the Council has us partake in.
But now we must turn to a truly dire situation, Imperials. For no other faction is this vote as important as for us. Need I remind you that our very capital lies in close proximity to one of these wormholes? Our Emperor is in the process of consulting the Oracle’s songs, so we will know to evacuate in case it reaches our capital, but the immediacy of this vote demands swift resolution, and so the same may not be said for Eden Neputus.
Doubtless you have all heard the words of the renegade Sera Varse, and the promises she makes of halting the advance of these wormholes – even from my quarters on Ignis, I can see their blaze in the sky, and feel the station shudder in a rush of force from time to time. Her speech was certainly a compelling one, but do we really wish to hinge the future of one of our Edens on the words of Union filth?
Then again, the notion that the researchers on Mímir have been blinded by progress is not an unsubstantiated one; the Oracle itself, is an artifact that is more alive than a frigid, cold machine. It houses our culture, our very essence. Is it not possible that the Cradle itself shares some of these qualities? Yes, this decision will require sacrifice, and it is truly a shame that citizens of the Empire may need to suffer because of it, but perhaps we should follow the guiding example of our own artifact, and treat the Cradle in a similar fashion.
A new dawn is upon us, Explorers – I can feel it. Whichever way this vote turns, the Core Systems will be forever changed. Vote with the strength of will of Imperator Solas, and the insight that you possess as proud citizens of the Empire!
Sic itur ad astra.
Comm from Aish Fenix, Union member and Vox representative
Oh god, Sera, what’ve you done… Though, if everything she says is true, I can’t say I blame her for not trusting the Council more than she is right now. I’ve always been a bit more on the optimistic side about this whole process – I know Haley never was – but it seems like the red tape’s really bunged up the works on this one, huh.
Okay, now to make sense of this mess. We just got a good number of our people onto Morn – the Bastion doesn’t seem to be affected by these Quantum Drive malfunctions – but we’re in no position to evacuate them immediately. Thankfully, the drama of the Rite seems to have actually done its job in calming a lot of Union members, and the epidemic’s been contained, for the most part.
Speaking of, I’d like to take a moment to grieve the passing of one of the fiercest fighters the Gamayun has ever known. I know he had his faults, but so do we all. If we start fighting among ourselves, the Union truly is over, and I hope we can all agree, at least, at least, that Mercer did what he did because he believed in our cause – I’m sure his light’s reached the stars now.
Many of the clans are viewing what happened as an interference in the Rite – I don’t know where I stand on that, as San’a didn’t actually touch either of the participants. But everyone is going to see what they want to see. What I do know is that Bryn shouldn’t have killed Mercer when he did. San’a interfering is one thing, but striking after a potential interference? That’s definitely dishonourable.
I’m actually supposed to be at the Vox summit right now – it’s an absolute state over there at the moment – that’s why I’m the only Union rep present. Current hope is that the our moderate members can smooth things over with the more battle-hungry ones. That’s the hope, at least. Thankfully, it doesn’t look like the Bastion’s going to be sent out any time soon – it’d take more than half of the Union’s ships to take the artifact, but it likely won’t even come to that.
Losing Morn would be the last straw for a clans though, most likely – and losing Vargas, too. Just the latest in a long line of wasted Union resources. I don’t know if I can be of much use to you for the vote, Explorers. I’m a bit out of my depth here, but I do know this: we Union stand by each other. If you take that to mean you won’t gamble the fate of your faction on the whims of one member, or take that to mean that you trust your fellow Union member in Sera Varse to make the right call under pressure, that’s up to you. As always, make sure to discuss among yourselves, Comrades.
Keep your head high – now more than ever.
Aish
Voting Results
The Universal Council has consolidated the votes of each of the factions: Trust the researchers 1 (Empire) , Believe Sera Varse 2 (Federation,Union)
The final vote is in favor of believing the words of Sera Varse, and sending the subjects of the Quantum infusion experiments to Mímir, in order to soothe the living artifact known as the Cradle. Word has been sent to Sera Varse, who will presumably stay any kind of planned assault on Mímir and the Cradle. Nevertheless, a perimeter will be set up as the subjects from Borealis Inc. make their way towards Mímir, just in case. Anza Tye, one of the higher-ranked artifact researchers in the Federation, will be the Council’s main contact point for the procedure; we are expecting regular updates from them as the operation progresses.
Avalon
Transmission from Anza Tye, 2nd Officer of Cradle Research Operations on Mímir
Location: cave network of Mímir
Dating: 2nd report – time of ζ Sagittarii 3.32
Designation: operation report
We’re leading them through now… good god, what’s happening in here? Station Ignis, the Cradle is… breaking itself open somehow – it looks almost like a mouth of some kind. I can see inside, but only just… fascinating! Its linings are rough, rugged and purple, and there’s a strong glow coming from the inside – hey, hold on, get back here!
(rush of footsteps, thudding)
The Quantum research subjects from Borealis Inc., they’re… they’re moving toward the Cradle!
(scuffle, screams)
Get back! Back, everyone! This is bad, we have no way of controlling them – their physical enhancements are too much for us to handle. They’re already inside…
(unnatural creaking)
The Cradle’s… closing now, but the lines on its surface – they’re glowing stronger than I’ve ever seen. There are so many patterns, more than I’d ever imagined, and they almost… look like a map, of sorts…
(crashing, quaking)
God, the caves! All research teams! Follow the exits up to the surface; this ceiling’s about to come unglued!
(rumbling, static)
Transmission ends.
Whatever happened with the Cradle on Mímir, it appears that – for now – the attempt was successful. Unfortunately, despite their respective factions best efforts to evacuate people from the affected planets, the wormholes have still caused significant damage. It is the Universal Council’s sad duty to report that Morn and Eden Neputus, along with near half of their inhabitants, were caught up in the expansion of the wormholes, and have completely disappeared.
Most of the researchers around the Cradle have managed to make it out safely in the aftermath of the Cradle’s outburst. However, the Organic Quantum subjects – if they are indeed still alive – are now trapped deep beneath the surface of the planet, along with the artifact itself, as the larger cave systems on Mímir have completely collapsed. The remaining scientists have reported significant escalation of the abnormal meteorological activity on Mímir’s surface – some of which has resulted in previously unseen phenomena, such as the planet’s rock formations hovering slightly above the surface of their own accord.
The Universal Council assures all people in the Core Systems that it will do its utmost to reclaim the missing planets, their people, and the Cradle itself. Steps to achieve these goals have already been made: a large task force has been assigned to facilitate the Cradle’s recovery, as well as the recovery of the Quantum-infused subjects. These advancements will then allow the Council to further build on the theory posited by Sera Varse, and understand the Cradle in more depth. However, these operations will take time – time the Core Systems can use to begin rebuilding; the malfunctioning of Quantum-driven equipment, as well as the – now halted – advance of the wormholes, has caused significant damage across all three factions.
As a final note, there is another event surrounding these tragic circumstances that has caught the Council’s attention: footage from the observation ships near Mímir appears to show a lone class-E ship flying into the chaos of the retreating wormhole. The ship has since disappeared, but who was manning it, or what their purpose might be, is currently unknown.
The Universal Council offers its condolences to anyone affected by the recent events, but would also like to offer words of hope: human nature, no matter our faction allegiance, is to be tenacious in the face of adversity. We will recover from this; when the dust has settled, the Core Systems will step proudly into a new age for humanity.
Bonus Story: Epilogue
Epilogue, Part 1: Sera Varse
Sera Varse winds her hand tightly around the accelerator of her ship. A surge of energy rocks the frame, and the exterior plating rattles. ETA wormhole: about ten minutes now. She looks back, sees the faint shape of Mímir bathed in a far-off light. For a brief moment, Sera finds herself back there, transported beneath the planet’s silica-tinged skies.
She’s managed to pick up some stray transmissions about the caves’ collapse. Sera bites her lip. It was always a possibility, but to think all of them would rush in – a burst of static blazes from her comms unit, and she’s pulled back from Mímir, toward her cockpit and the shifting mass of light up ahead.
“Sera.” Montez’s voice, like worn-down sandpaper, softens the din of the ship. “Some of us are almost fallin’ over from exhaustion over here. There any point in us lingerin’ around, still?” She smiles, imagining the pirate’s gruff face lined with fatigue – pity, she would’ve liked to have seen that. “No, Montez, you and your men can stand down. You’ve done more than enough already.” “Good.” There’s a brief moment of silence between the two, a coarse emulsion of unspoken thoughts and resurfaced memories. “Sera – is this really what you want to do?”
Sera rolls her eyes, grinning as she adjusts the ship’s yaw. “Oh, now you decide to get all sentimental?” She pulls a clear tube in between her teeth, stifling her words somewhat. “But yeah, I’ve got to. You know what the Council’s like – factions would be at each other’s throats if this was a public expedition.” Final wiring complete, she lets the stray tube drop into her lap. “Right now, all they’ve done is slapped a med-pack on the thing, and if we don’t grab some of this new Quantum stuff from through there -” she looks into the sliver of darkness at the center of the wormhole, and shivers, “- then there’s no way the Cradle’s going to stay this stable – at least, that’s what it said.”
“And you believe the thing?” Montez isn’t doubting her – there’s only concern in his voice.
“We’ve been over this. Stopping the wormholes was a long shot, and that worked.” Sera breathes in deep, adrenaline slowly gathering around her fingers. “This lead’s the best we’ve got.”
A silence. Tendrils of solid light begin brush against the ship as it reaches the edge of the wormhole.
“…Take care, kid.”
“You too, Montez. Hope you find your other half soon.”
At once, the comms whimper and die. Sera is alone, with nothing but the hum of her ship to keep her company. Outside, the stars glimmer with faded promises, each of them slowly overtaken by the encroaching light. Trajectory for the wormhole is set – now for the hard part. Sera steadies her breathing, closes her eyes… and lets the whispers in.
“Come on,” she mutters at the yawning void, gritting her teeth as her ship hurtles into the blackened heart of the light, “try a little harder this time, why don’t you.”
Stay tuned for Part 2…
Epilogue, Part 2: Ivona
Ivona’s body shakes. She feels as if she’s wading through a dream. Her palm open, her fingers splayed out. Cold. Acid in her mouth, but she bites back, forces herself to look down. Down at the body of the fallen Emperor – her grandfather. At her mother, teeth gritted, thrashing in the iron grip of the Dratais, clutching at Solas Craine’s lifeless body, blood seeping through his robes and onto the ground. So he can bleed. Seems like the analytical part of her brain is still working; Angstrum would have a field day with that. Ivona welcomes the wave of nostalgia, the smell of her brother’s hair, pulling her away from her mother’s shambling cries…
There is nothing in the Imperial chambers now. Nothing to tell anyone that Solas Craine’s body had lain there, not too long ago. Dead. Or perhaps, dying. Ivona’s eyes scan the room, hoping to pick up something, anything at all that might help her make sense of it all. Finding nothing, she steps across stone, moving toward the balcony. The Dratais of House Praetor bow as she passes, the metal of their helmets assuming a more delicate shape – a show of respect. Not that she deserves it.
The sound of heels on the polished marble of the Imperial palace brings Ivona back to the present. Gloria Morell halts her stride, looming over Solas’ body, wiping the knife with her handkerchief. Then she smiles, moves toward Ivona. The white hem of her dress is drenched in blood. Ivona feels Gloria’s hand clasp hers, feels the cool heft of the blade slide into her palm. “Thank you dear,” Gloria whispers, face inches from hers. “You have been everything I hoped for.” She pats Ivona’s clasped fist. “And you will be the first to notify the forum that the Emperor is dead.” Ivona blinks, and looks past Gloria to her mother, gazing into the familiar war-torn wasteland of the woman’s eyes. For the first time in her life, Ivona can see a horizon beyond that. She meets Gloria’s stare, nods her head, her body numb, and turns away, words and thoughts echoing soundlessly inside her empty frame.
Ivona steps onto the balcony and is greeted by the cool air of the Imperial capital’s afternoon. Repair ships fly overhead, their work almost done. Even in the outer areas of the palace, where the fighting had been strongest, there was little to no evidence that a coup had ever taken place. That, she supposed, was the point. She shakes her head. Her mind has grown foggy. Where before there was clarity and single-minded purpose, now there is confusion and hesitancy.
She places her hands on the railing. Why had she done it? Refusing to call attention to a revolution was one thing, but taking part in one? That was treason. Ivona grips the railing tighter, her Astria’s casing digging into the brittle stone. Yes, she was a traitor. Certainly she was a traitor. So why didn’t she feel like one? Even now, when Gloria’s death had proven the coup to be nothing but a frantic bid for power orchestrated by lesser noble houses, Ivona still shivered when she looked up at the sun, still felt… empty, somehow. Like something was wrong. Her mind travels back to the lifeless body of Solas Craine, spread out across the stone floor. She can’t help thinking that maybe, just maybe, the Emperor still being alive was the problem; that if she could just…
Something curls around her neck. Ivona freezes. Solas Craine steps out onto the balcony beside her. Neither of them look at each other. Ivona’s heart strains against her chest. During all their talks of military strategy, some on this very balcony, her grandfather has never once touched her. Now, draped in whispers of death, he holds her neck, gently, between his fingers. Ivona’s mind rages against her body, suppressing her pulse with the fervor of a beast eating off its own leg to survive. She cannot show weakness. Not now; not to him.
As the sun shines high over the Imperial capital, two members of House Craine stand bathed in its light, history swirling around their feet. Ivona Craine grits her teeth, and waits.
Stay tuned for Part 3…
Epilogue, Part 3: Emmet
Emmet breathes in the thin, brittle air of the Finch Wastes. Corpses pile high against the fraught stone surface of the plateau, harsh winds buffeting the slope, carrying their stench upwards. A crash of thunder streaks across the sky, and Emmet’s brow twitches. The Wastes, far from the Union’s main bubbles, provided a template, a blank slate for clearing the mind. Apparently. So far all the Wastes had done was agitate his. Then again, clarity wasn’t the sole reason for his passing through…
He glances at the figure beside him, draped in tattered brown robes, hands pressed against each other in a silent prayer, a thick hood and an outward glance obscuring its face. Best not to disturb her – yet. The sound of scuffing rock comes from behind him, and Emmet turns; some children, most likely from the nearby settlement, have taken it upon themselves to play on the steps leading up to the plateau.
Emmet rises from his cross-legged position, and moves over to the children. Engrossed in the game they’ve fashioned out of rocks and mud, they barely notice his presence. He raises an eyebrow; to his surprise, he recognizes the setup – it’s some Union variation of Caddeus, a traditional strategy game from the Empire. Emmet smiles. In planets on the Union’s fringes, cultures from the surrounding factions tended to bleed through. It was good, sometimes, to remember what you were fighting for.
“Why’d you come alone?” The voice of the robed figure cuts through the onslaught of wind to reach Emmet’s ears. He turns on his heel, leaving the children to their game.
“Who says I did?” Emmet smiles, and tries to quieten the thumping in his chest. He still isn’t sure if coming here was a good idea.
“Oh, please – I’d smell ‘em.” A faint chuckle laces the figure’s voice. “You vagabonds don’t worry much about keeping yourselves clean.”
Emmet shrugs. “Well then, you’re halfway to becoming one of us already.”
The figure pauses, motionless. “Shouldn’t you and your little motley crew be on your way to the Bastion, anyway? Why come all the way out here?” They lift a hand up with slow purpose, tracing a line along their left side. “Or did you just stop by to admire your handiwork?”
“Would you rather have died?”
Silence.
Emmet slips his hands into his pockets. “Sore spot, noted. All the same, we can both see that it’s only a matter of time before the Union starts coming apart at the seams – I figured you might want to actually do something about that. From what I hear, you’re definitely more open to drastic action than most Council folk.” Emmet sighs, the thick, weather-worn parka around his shoulders suddenly very heavy. “How’s it healing, anyway?”
The figure stirs, pulling the hood back from her face. “You tell me.”
A bolt of thin, dark hair, straddled into a tight knot, accentuates the golden mask that curls around her jaw. The mouth of a lion is delicately engraved on the mask’s surface, its teeth bared – the Mark of a Celestial. The left corner is cracked ever so slightly. As Haley Nguyen shifts herself toward Emmet, a flash of thunder illuminates the tip of the scar that runs across the left side of her chest, casting the contours of her face in a bright light.
Haley moves with purpose, circling Emmet and massaging her wrists. Her face is serious, but her eyes dance mischievously. “You realize you’ll be calling attention to yourself, right? This isn’t another one of your small-scale operations.” Every two steps, she skips a little, walking with a warrior’s pace. “No more of your ‘working in the shadows’ bollocks, or ‘maintaining balance from afar’.” She stops directly in front of Emmet, her vivid ochre eyes fixing him in place. “You’ll be involved – directly this time.”
Emmet matches her gaze. “I’ve made my peace with that, yes.”
“Good.” The corners of Haley’s Mark curve upward. Through the crack in the left side, her teeth glint in the flashing skies of Finch. “Then let’s get going – I’ve got a score to settle with a dead man.”
Stay tuned for Part 4…
Epilogue, Part 4: Montez
“Hope you find your other half soon –“ the sudden burst of static slices through the comm room, and Montez finds himself alone in his cabin. He wonders how she knew. Thick, metal pauldrons curl around his legs, still bearing the crest of House Lycanis. Perhaps the only remnant of his family’s glory that still exists. Well, not completely…
“My other half, huh…” Montez swirls his flask around, and takes a gulp. The liquid burns in his throat, stray drops filtering through his beard to his chin, like rain scurrying through a bramble patch. He gets up, captain’s chair rocking as he does, and steps over to the observation window behind him. His expression is grave. There was no need to tell Sera about Eden Neputus or Morn. She would have wanted to stay and that would have gotten… complicated. Things were easier with her out of the picture. Once a Council dog, always a Council dog.
All the same, Montez feels a twang in his chest, his rusted heartstrings creaking into motion. It was never easy, saying goodbye. The pirate lord snarls, and feels the years gnawing at his bones. My other half… In his mind, he is worlds away. Memories whirl around him, shattered reflections of a distant dream. The cold metal gives way to the cushioned halls of an Imperial cruiser; the day he left his old life behind.
Rushing heartbeat and open wounds where his family, his own blood, has torn strips of flesh off his body. Teeth tearing through protective packaging, the dull nausea of anesthesia. Primitive, common, and cheap. Soft fabric strikes his arm, lightyears away from home. Arms wrap around a familiar body, unfamiliar to his touch, still mute, skin covered, struggling into the cramped space of the escape pod. Brushing the hair from its face. From his own face. A kiss on the restless forehead, the dull clink of a lever and the hatch closes, space snatching one last part of his soul, of his flesh. Alone, once again. Blood-stained palms, the taste of iron in his mouth – this is how he would remember his “family”: thin streaks of crimson mingled into their wolf furs.
The chatter of incoming comms fills the emptiness of the memory. “Cap’n?” Montez jolts back to the present. When was the last time he slept? Too long ago. “Any news from Commander Varse, cap’n?” There is an expectant pause, and Montez smirks. Lorcan seemed to have learned his place after that last fiasco on Mímir. Good.
Montez moves toward the double doors, his gruff voice carpeting the steel walls. “All good on our end, boys. Reckon we’ve settled that debt nicely.” The doors part, and Montez strides through onto the platform overlooking the main bridge. A few dozen Crimson Wolves sift around on the deck area. He grins – it’s good to be back. Montez gives a silent thanks to Emmet and his crew – the lad had grown so much since he’d last seen him. “Guess we’ve both saved each other, boy.” He mutters under his breath. “Never thought you’d pay me back for that.”
Across the damaged glass of the bridge’s canopy, smaller ships fade into view; the Crimson Wolves’ forces, gathering from their battle stations around Mímir, their flickering lights adding themselves to the canopy of stars ahead. Montez leans over the balustrade, his speech spurring the crew to their stations in a shock of pure instinct.
“Right then, lads… What do you say we take another crack at the Council?”
A cheer rises up from the Wolves, and the ships immediately kick their Quantum Drives into motion. Montez settles back into his chair. He blinks. Something flashes up in the monitor overhead. “Incoming Calls: 1 – Caller: KUDO – Accept?” Damn, this Fed… he seemed desperate to continue picking at scabs. Some secrets were better left dead and buried. Montez rubs his temple, heaves a weighty sigh, and presses the flashing button labeled “YES”, as the Quantum Drive of his ship roars its approval, sending them rocketing through the void toward a distant horizon.
Stay tuned for the Final Part…
Epilogue, Part 5: Kudo
Touma Kudo closes the vidfeed link with Montez, and looks through the now vacant holo-glass at a rain-stricken evening. The soft, violent twitch of the pirate captain’s mouth is still burned into his retinas. That bastard… he said he would cooperate after Kudo got him the new model of the Tonocom generator, but he still isn’t letting anything slip. Questions flow through Kudo’s mind like raindrops, striking the dull, flat surface of his subconscious; their impact is fleeting, leaving no room for resolution, or answers. He knows one thing for sure, though: all of this is connected – he just needs to see how.
Pushing Montez out of his mind, Kudo pulls a hand across his wrist, almost reflexively. He holds it there for a brief second, feeling the warmth of his own skin, and the steady rhythm of his pulse - a taciturn reminder that he is, somehow, still human. He allows his hand to fall, and lets the circuits embedded into his skin do their work. In an instant, an avalanche of images – people, places, objects – is projected out of the back of his palm, flashing by at an insane speed. With his digital contacts, however, Kudo can follow every millisecond. A picture of Yen streaks past – the cousin who’d done what he never could, now coming to him for help. Kudo opens up a call to them – static. Maybe they were busy. Last he knew, Yen was on Vargas, hot on the trail of Adonis. Kudo smirked. He couldn’t deny there was a part of him that wanted to ignore them, and just watch a Valkyrie suffer. But it was a quiet part, and Kudo’s head could get very, very loud.
He flexes his palm and the images scatter, billowing out from him into an incomprehensible web of clusters and data-threads, all hanging in the air, swaying slightly to simulate tactility. Kudo steps back, admiring his handiwork as he surveys the patterns. How had Áurea known about the Ojin-Kai on Morn? His eyes flit in-between the clusters, searching for connections. The Federation’s Princess of Progress didn’t like to get her hands dirty, so someone would have needed to supply her with that information.
Suddenly Kudo flinches and grabs his head, his breath turning ragged. If someone were to walk in on him now, they would see the gauntness seeping into his features, making him look like a man twice his age. It feels like his head is splitting in two. Valkyrie training – it never really left you. Kudo steadies his breathing and straightens up. All this, and he still couldn’t explain VasTech’s involvement. Those maps he’d found… What had Huxley been doing with them? And how had the president made the trip to station Ignis in almost no time at all?
Kudo waves the cluster away, frustrated at his own lack of insight. He isn’t getting anywhere with this either – he needs something concrete. On a whim, he pulls up the data on the Julius Lycanis murder – the case that got him into this whole mess. Feels like a lifetime ago. The video is new, though, and he’s not seen the scene from this angle before, either. He looks closer, a brief movement in the scene catching his eye.
“Zoom.” He mutters, and his circuits twitter as they oblige. One of those guards, by the door… he looked just the slightest bit too old, and there was something about him… “Zoom.” The video was looped, clearly, but there was this… twitch, in the upper right corner of the –
No.
Epilogue, Part 6
Kudo staggers back. No. His entire body is rigid, like he’s been struck by lightning. Then, blindingly fast, he pulls up the footage from the recent call with Montez, left hand skimming through it at breakneck pace, his other hand sorting through the images from the 32nd conference and Gloria’s Imperial address. At once, his left hand stops short, and Kudo stares blank-faced at the looped recording of Montez playing out in front of him. It was the same twitch. Exactly the same, he was sure of it. Somehow, Montez Lycanis had been in two places at once. Twins? No, the DNA-scan would have found discrepancy in the samples. No one human was fully identical to another. Unless… Now Kudo’s right hand is still, and two pictures of the Emperor hang in the air: one holding up Gloria, the other wavering behind the slim frame of Ji Young-Joo, hand on the emissary’s shoulder. The same face, the same unblinking white eyes – but the first one was missing an Astria. He looks back and forth between the two stills, his enhanced vision searching for a single discrepancy between the two, and finding none. Solas Craine had survived – or had he? Was this even the same man? And if not, who – or what – was he, really?
He glances back at Yen’s call screen. Still nothing but static. Either they were being slow, or...
Goddamnit. He’d need to check in with them before jumping to conclusions. Touma Kudo straightens his jacket, pulling his collar up against the rain. It looked like he was going to have to make that trip to Vargas after all.
End of PlanetQuest Season One…
Stay tuned for Season Two!
| Expedition to Mímir: | The Catalyst • The Shard • The Crossroads • The Void • Subjugation • The Cradle • Dire Straits • Last Stand |
| Assault on the Crimson Wolves: | The Crimson Wolves • The Ides • Groundswell |
| The Morn Conflict: | On the Brink |
| The Pinnacle Incident: | Quantum Sickness • First Steps |
| The Vargas Epidemic: | Blackout |
| The Opening: | First Contact |