Onarr
05-05-2005, 11:05
[[Just something to help me idle away time, extracts from an Onarrán space station captain's log]]
Years surrounding the "Space Wolf" incidents along the Spinward Edge (along the same spiral arm, from the direct of the galactic spin) of the Directed Democratic Empire
…log initiated…
…voice recording active…
…Overseer Kosavainillion vos-C'vyniosdural kaj-Snowdrop vail’n-Onarrusai…
…Space Station Silent Vision, Vio’Lainjusaan system, secondary asteroid belt…
…second of Ju’tasimei, seven hundred and seventh year of the ninth Hyrathi’ket aeon…
…It has been several days since my previous log entry, and it seems unusual to me to break routine even in such a minor manner. I suppose that it must seem strange to whomever might read this – not that anyone could be bothered, I am sure – that a violation of routine this minor could be worth mentioning, but it seems so to me…
…After all, I have been commanding this space station for the past three Onarrán-standard decades, maintaining the same basic routine that changes only when emergences occur. I suppose that to most other races three decades upon a single craft might seem wasted, but I do not see them as such – dull certainly, but the Collective teaches that anything done for the greater good of our society cannot be a waste. Our mining tasks go as scheduled; our quota is being properly maintained. In addition, we have been celebrating mightily as Liutherian and Iosterrainialle kri-Poppy have received their first child, a beautiful child that they are naming Kosavaituilliath – I am most honoured that they chose their son’s first three syllables from my name! It is startling also that such a young couple have succeeded, why; Liuther is barely six hundred, and Iosterrain a fully half-century younger than her husband. Perhaps they will be blessed with more children. In these sparse years a little youth can only aid us…
…Besides, unless I am unfortunate, I shall live for well above a thousand more years, although in these times who can tell? The Directed Democratic Armada has been having difficulties along the fringes lately, with much increased pirate activity…
…Fortunately we are well out of the way here in Vio’Lainjusaan, just us, our mining operations and the Reaver Pack stationed here. Commander Jerysderian kos-Orchid has informed me that we have actually lost two of our systems to the encroaching barbarians, but that these latest foes, who call themselves the “Space Wolves” – ridiculous name – have only primitive faster-than-light travel – they are certainly a long way from discovering the True Astra, and thankfully their minds do not possess the genetic mutations that would enable access to Allnet…truly that would be a thing to fear. Our greatest ally, our greatest weapon and greatest instrument of scientific discovery in the hands of barbarians? Ludicrous!..
…Regardless, I must bid Jerys good luck in his endeavours, as he is being replaced for the next year by a younger Commander in this system. It would appear that the veterans are being gathered together once more at the Loath Mar, it has been centuries since the last Grand Muster and a sign that whatever the High Conclave might say, we are facing a very real threat. They are very primitive, with apparently no sign of talented art or grace, but their weapons are none the less potent for that. Perhaps their weaponry is their sole art? Something to ponder...
...Regardless of their primitive natures, they are vastly more numerous than we – they swarm like rats sensing a weakened prey and the latest estimates are that they outnumber us by some four hundred to one, and although their ships require much larger crews, their conquests of outlying systems making them ever more confident. They have not encountered anything beyond a few outdated Firestrike Hunting Packs using the old Battlelance warships, the newer Warcraft should find them much easier to deal with…
…Well, it is time for next mining rotation. Kosavainillion out…
Years surrounding the "Space Wolf" incidents along the Spinward Edge (along the same spiral arm, from the direct of the galactic spin) of the Directed Democratic Empire
…log initiated…
…voice recording active…
…Overseer Kosavainillion vos-C'vyniosdural kaj-Snowdrop vail’n-Onarrusai…
…Space Station Silent Vision, Vio’Lainjusaan system, secondary asteroid belt…
…second of Ju’tasimei, seven hundred and seventh year of the ninth Hyrathi’ket aeon…
…It has been several days since my previous log entry, and it seems unusual to me to break routine even in such a minor manner. I suppose that it must seem strange to whomever might read this – not that anyone could be bothered, I am sure – that a violation of routine this minor could be worth mentioning, but it seems so to me…
…After all, I have been commanding this space station for the past three Onarrán-standard decades, maintaining the same basic routine that changes only when emergences occur. I suppose that to most other races three decades upon a single craft might seem wasted, but I do not see them as such – dull certainly, but the Collective teaches that anything done for the greater good of our society cannot be a waste. Our mining tasks go as scheduled; our quota is being properly maintained. In addition, we have been celebrating mightily as Liutherian and Iosterrainialle kri-Poppy have received their first child, a beautiful child that they are naming Kosavaituilliath – I am most honoured that they chose their son’s first three syllables from my name! It is startling also that such a young couple have succeeded, why; Liuther is barely six hundred, and Iosterrain a fully half-century younger than her husband. Perhaps they will be blessed with more children. In these sparse years a little youth can only aid us…
…Besides, unless I am unfortunate, I shall live for well above a thousand more years, although in these times who can tell? The Directed Democratic Armada has been having difficulties along the fringes lately, with much increased pirate activity…
…Fortunately we are well out of the way here in Vio’Lainjusaan, just us, our mining operations and the Reaver Pack stationed here. Commander Jerysderian kos-Orchid has informed me that we have actually lost two of our systems to the encroaching barbarians, but that these latest foes, who call themselves the “Space Wolves” – ridiculous name – have only primitive faster-than-light travel – they are certainly a long way from discovering the True Astra, and thankfully their minds do not possess the genetic mutations that would enable access to Allnet…truly that would be a thing to fear. Our greatest ally, our greatest weapon and greatest instrument of scientific discovery in the hands of barbarians? Ludicrous!..
…Regardless, I must bid Jerys good luck in his endeavours, as he is being replaced for the next year by a younger Commander in this system. It would appear that the veterans are being gathered together once more at the Loath Mar, it has been centuries since the last Grand Muster and a sign that whatever the High Conclave might say, we are facing a very real threat. They are very primitive, with apparently no sign of talented art or grace, but their weapons are none the less potent for that. Perhaps their weaponry is their sole art? Something to ponder...
...Regardless of their primitive natures, they are vastly more numerous than we – they swarm like rats sensing a weakened prey and the latest estimates are that they outnumber us by some four hundred to one, and although their ships require much larger crews, their conquests of outlying systems making them ever more confident. They have not encountered anything beyond a few outdated Firestrike Hunting Packs using the old Battlelance warships, the newer Warcraft should find them much easier to deal with…
…Well, it is time for next mining rotation. Kosavainillion out…