2: Cellophane Flowers of Yellow and Green

terminal 0

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<CMND.GARRISON.GENERAL>DURANDAL.MSG

Hello! Using the data from temporary Pfhor command centers set up in the geothermal station, I have traced the commands to this location. You are in a Pfhor base buried approximately one mile below the surface of the planet. The Pfhor have been using this as their ground command center and launching point for Pfhor troops into our captured garrison.

The problem is, obviously, that from this point the Pfhor can transport into the Garrison without worrying about authorization for the transporter suppression field.

I have located a nuclear reactor in this facility. You will need to overload the reactor. Once you throw the switch, kaboom, the base and its functional use as a transport relay station becomes useless. Once the distribution system cannot control the direction of its power, the reactor will feed back on itself, soon producing an absolutely spectacular explosion.

This mission has five parts: 1 Draining both dueterium tanks into the reactant chamber, allowing the fusion reactor to begin producing excess energy. 2 Destroying both door circuitry security circuits. Once both of the above are completed, use your access to the chip insertion point. 3 Find and insert the biobus chip, allowing the switch by the power distribution network to be activated. 4 Flip the switch that will disable the power distribution network. 5 Return to this terminal once the detonation has occurred.

--/Hhz Fortunetly, the reactor itself is far enough away that this area itself will not be hurt. The bulk of the underground superstructure including the fifteen legions of Pfhor troops will be fatally washed with radiation, and there will be a huge crater in the desert outside of the S’pht citadel. However, this area is so far underground that no adverse effects will befall you. Simple enough for you fruitcake? Get busy.

<CMND.GARRISON.GENERAL>DURANDAL.MSG.OFF

success

<CMND.GARRISON.GENERAL>DURANDAL.MSG

Most excellent! Though a number of Pfhor in your area escaped, the bulk of the ground forces stationed in the main structure were washed with radiation and are dead or dying slowly. Congratulations! I had put sensor relays into the complex to confirm detonation.

However, as you can see, confirmation really was not necessary. The danger of invasion is over for now, at least until the arrival of Battle Group Seven. However, until then, we are safe.

terminal 1

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CMD RELAY ANTIGUA

--//Pfhor Translator Engaged//-- From: Tfear High Command Subject: Human Recon Unit Stamp: Defense 10th human recon unit has been detected by base security system. Activities are unknown, and elite personel and engineers are ordered to evacuate the area before recon reaches your area. Lower ranks will stay to slow human offensive.

CMD RELAY ANTIGUA

success

CMD RELAY ANTIGUA

--//Pfhor Translator Engaged//-- From: Tfear High Command Subject: Total Loss Stamp: Estimation The recon unit has inflicted heavy damage upon our forces. Mechanized units are already on board relieving (?killing) those beyond cure in efforts to end pain. Those still active are ordered to escape.

CMD RELAY ANTIGUA

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Thoth Command

--//S’pht Translator Engaged//-- The threes retreat [?regroup]. Last stand of garrison incursion they evacuate useless [?token] resist you. Victory here symbolic. The victory is within your grasp. Hidden information behind hidden walls lurks. Seek elsewhere and visit the pig of dog [?Finley]. My role change with the change of wind. As a weathervane I am, I mete justice [?equality] on the fields of blood.

Thoth Command

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PIGDOG

Ah, André, you've found the secret documents! Welcome to the teleport terminal that will bring you to a world of wonder and delight!… if you have the two hidden chips, of course, to open the doors. If you do not, well, if you teleport there you will not be able to get back. Make sure you have them before you decide to teleport.

<teleport to polygon 526>

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PIG ROOM

WELCOME TO THE PIG ROOM! Yes, the Pig Room, a place where we can all bask in the light that is Pigdog.

I would like to thank the following individuals. Mike A for allowing me access to his graphic design tools. Diana F for her suggestions with applications of sin function in maps. Bungie of course, for making Forge, the singularly most stable and perfect map maker that exists. THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE ARE SCHEDULED FOR EXECUTION. Mike A again for not allowing me more than two hours access to his graphic design tools. Kelly C for making my existence hell.

Purple Pants and Saddle Shoes An Irish nose, imperfect grin. Her hair unkempt, and too proud chin. Empty in thought, and slow of wit. In soul empty, in body unfit. Clumsy in action, in deed, in word. You ask questions, no sound is heard. Her name reflects her common way. Banality in the things she says. Personage with unwanted traits. She strikes my friends as second rate. Hair not quite blonde, eyes not quite blue. Why am I in love with you? What on earth led me to choose, The girl in purple pants and saddle shoes? —Pigdog

And in spite of all her imperfections she still rejected me. I guess she just couldn't face up to the intensity of the Pigdog. Yeah, that must be it. “Maybe if you didn't insult her…?” No, no, I don't think that's it. Seriously, I kind of exaggerated her faults.

“I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure; that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail.” —William Faulkner

Agres Why did I make a secret area that no one could find without effort that no one would ever be willing to be put forth? Well, it wasn't because people could find it that I made it, it was because people couldn't. Kind of how people sometimes carve their initials in obscure places? And what could be more obscure than a second rate map that will never see the eyes of humans after it is judged?

PIG ROOM

terminal 5

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Juggernaut Command

So, you found out how I manage that fun little trick. Cool, hrm?

Juggernaut Command