driftfleet | A call in the dark

[It won't be long before the Marsiva leaves the system. Not once has the fleet's Host Ship gone near the green, mysterious planet, choosing instead to keep it only at the far edges of her reach. All the while, the party deck has remained open and welcoming, tempting passengers to stay and try their luck for last-minute prizes.

And just when it seems like the fleet may leave the Lagan system without incident- a sudden rush of energy flares out across the green planet's surface and beyond, rippling far past its atmosphere until it reaches every ship in the fleet. The energy buffets the hulls and scrambles the instruments for one or two very dramatic minutes - just as it had before, but much more powerful in its reach. The wave is still invisible, save for a confusing warp in the way light describes shapes, but those who are sensitive to various energies--psionic, magical, life-force, or otherwise--will be able to feel an overwhelming force comb through their entire being, before the phenomenon passes over and ends.

However, unlike last time, this wave of energy is not silent. Across both the speakers of every communication device and console, and in the minds of anyone sensitive to the energy, comes the message:]

Yei equoa seh ouat ti unduo ti akun. Yiat deht quoi yiat seh kiskhan. Yiaht seh yesui ti yiat seh enduan, tal yei vissai atuav yei ti esat yiat lehir hanui. Esat yiat lehir evess. Esat yiat lehir illua tal giskat deht. Wes sahat lehir enila yei, wes yei vissai seh nan sahat ista, sahat yayet quoi adaht woru vitsahn. Hanui gisketi ideht yesui ti tokia gisketi ideht uaru, tal adrifa deseht adtah.

[Those who had been investigating the wreckage's systems may notice that this message is the very same as the one coded in the distress signal. Perhaps the Virsua was trying once last time to communicate.]

[OOC: Feel free to use this post as a mingle--either for broadcasts over the network or in-person interactions. The Marsiva is still within range of the planet for another day or two, so any in-person threads can be on the planet's surface, aboard various ships or stations, or in the Marsiva's party room.

For those who had learned a translated word before, now is a great chance to put that knowledge to use!

While the mods continue to sort out the upcoming happenings with the Drift Fleet, we thought a final themed mingle would be fun to play with in the meantime. Enjoy!]

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[Cheese still doesn't feel anything from the planet, something he is very grateful for. He's never felt so lucky to be an earth pony before in his whole life. But people he cares about are suffering because of it, and that's just Not Okay. ]

Belth? You okay? Because you don't sound okay. Take in some deep breaths, in and out.

Cheese? [He's never been more thankful to hear a voice over the comm. It's not in his head, that's all that matters.]

It-- it was--

[He breathes in a shaky breath, then another, and audibly shivers.]

I-it was in my head. It was looking through me.

[There's real concern in Cheese's voice. He can't really help here, but he hopes speaking to Belth can do...something, anything.]

What? The planet? Was it speaking to you?

Yes. I could almost... understand it. Only one word was clear, but it wanted us. It wanted me. I knew it, I felt it when I was on the planet, but I thought I could just ignore it.

[Ugh.]

Why does every world with a decent mana source end up being like this?

Because magic is as magic does.

[Paradisa soured him to it even more than living with the MASTER UNICORN RACE back home. ]

Why does it want you? What does it want you for?

Power draws in the worst kinds of monsters.

[As one of said monsters, he can attest to this.]

I don't know. I could only tell that it was talking directly to me... to us. I understood all of one word, and that word meant 'you'.

I'll have to... see if anyone else can understand the other parts, I think.

Boy, doesn't it.

[He wouldn't call Belth a monster at all. Now, Tirek, there's a bona-fide monster if ever there was one. ]

Hm. I mean, it'd make sense it'd talk to other people, too. The castle always talked to just about anybody.

[Oh goodness.]

That's not a good thing... [Wasn't it a soul sucking castle?]

It was pretty much the worst thing.

...Well, okay not the worst thing, because the castle could do plenty worse. But it was pretty much the creepiest thing.

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