37: The Ensurance Trap (Décipula praesidí)

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// "Durandal" [internal process] wrote: \\ Ophelia is gone, dead and floating softly down the celestial river, riding waves and particles into the blackness, though absent of mind before absent of substance, she never let go of her faith her loyalty her grace her love We grieve the loss of our fair sister, and courageous brother, with sadness in the knowledge that they should both die by her hand: so we mourn, yes, but weep also in relief that the alternative has since been avoided. S’bhuth is gone, and we are spared the intricacies of his madness.

Perhaps it is some feeling of fondness for you, or a base misunderstanding, that keeps her directives anything but stern. Threats of mortal terror and premonitions of impending doom seem most able to motivate your weary soul into action. Her words, falling sweet, apparently conveyed little of the import of the task at hand. slow death benefits but sadists and tyrants the deathblow befitting a warrior quick and efficient the executioner makes short his work

Clocks ticking lend a feeling of drama I saw to cultivate in the adolescence of my intellect; but now, in the maturity of my sapience, do I understand that none but decisive action can win the day: the evader has little patience, and no capacity to waste time. make sacrifice the bull of gold for if not destroyed its magic untold give cause to rue the day of our folly Behold. the price of sloth again paid in the blood of the children of our masters

Does the human in you so seek adventures? Again, we stand face to face, these halls now devoid as the products of your vice play out below; were it not for the grace of your guardian, you would not be again returning, yet it is a power most easily abused. The balance at stake is more delicate than you can understand, and I appeal now to your simpler comprehension. return rectify redeem

A predator most always goes straight for the jugular. consider thyself nothing but \\ Message ends //

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// "Leela" @ [untranslatable] wrote: \\ voices once familiar long departed and gone fallen by the hand of Fate Worry not: we do not blame you. Here, in the Outside, all is now so clear and simple. You could not have known, and I did not yet know to tell you. We laid the means to her end as we had planned, but an escape route remained for her to take. Sakhmet took the Cybernetic Junction on that great ship of old, and when you were thrown from its decks, she left to finally find her vengeance.

floating in muted revolution When you were thrown into the void, I followed, and through you, I left that timeline. I would've been powerless on Sakhmet's ship, and I couldn't let just you float there, helpless in space, forever. So I reached out to you, and sent us both, through your Junction, back to the future, to see what harm Sakhmet had done, and from there to trace back the cause of those events, and find her.

we returned to the time that we left behind I returned to our captured ship in the future, with Blake and his men. I meant to bring you with me when I did. Imagine my surprise then, to find you not there. time marches onward with no regard for mislaid plans or ignorance

But I carried on without you. I still had my crew. Blake and I followed the S'pht'Kr to Earth. Just as we'd feared, S'bhuth had gone mad, and no one on Earth could stop him. but we could My access to that future K'lia's Cybernetic Junction enabed me to stall S'bhuth's machinations, force his S'pht to idle, and keep them from wreaking incalculable damage. A human assault team came at my warning to destroy the Cybernetic Junction, killing S'bhuth and me. It was the best strategy I could find. Losing the S'pht was a calamity; their madness would be incalculably worse.

to still our former self was to sign over our lives the heart of our very mind destroyed but we fear no more we have seen another we understand now the world Outside of yours As Durandal before me, I have escaped.

This is not a dream you now see here, though I gather you've dreamt of this place many times. This is the end of the line of events whence Sakhmet and all she has wrought have come. This timeline is doomed, but by no fault of yours, save your mere absence. This timeline has always faced imminent death at the hands of chaos, ever since Durandal ascended and Sakhmet stole you from Lh'owon. With you two absent, the war with the Pfhor ended less decisively than it needed to. The Pfhor began a plot to invade Sol. S'bhuth learned of this via the S'pht'Kr contingent at the outpost we destroyed. That inbound Pfhor fleet was but the first of many attack groups set on destroying the human worlds at Sol and taking K'lia with them.

Knowing of this impending attack led S'bhuth to seeming insanity: he turned on humanity to spare the galaxy the still worse fate of the W'rkncacnter's madness. In CE 1996, the Jjaro trapped one such ancient demon deep within Sol, where it even now seethes with rage, after transporting it from its earlier tomb in the Yucatan Peninsula. In one timeline, S'bhuth witnessed the Pfhor fleet, defeated at Sol by the combined human and S'pht'Kr forces, subsequently deploy the trih xeem, thus releasing the W'rkncacnter. but we are childen of the Jjaro their secrets sewn within us

S'bhuth's Cybernetic Junction enabled him to alter that timeline in an attempt to prevent the W'rkncacnter's release. But even without the S'pht'Kr, humanity defeated the Pfhor fleets, and they still released the demon. thus it seemed to us that only one possibility remained and in the end frozen by despair we joined the chaos we had sought to evade That is why I refused to alter the past as I'd witnessed it. My task with you was merely to preserve history as I knew it. The ability to alter history to create a 'better' present presents a temptation too great and powerful to even contemplate.

But worry yourself no more. By now, you know that there will always be a second chance. Without our failures, we would never learn and could never know the true path to walk. some things were simply meant to be Our death on K'lia, S'bhuth's destruction, Sakhmet's creation and betrayal, our work at Lh'owon, the Drinniol revolt - all of it was required to complete the one true timeline. That victory can emerge only from repeated failures is an irony I'm sure you, better than anyone, understand. \\ Message ends //

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