Data Log: New Terra
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				Title: <strong>Data Log: New Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisiusChase</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 20:50:11</strong>
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				<em><br>The screen before you lights up with a dull hum as a cool feminine computer voice begins to speak, explaining the situation.<br></em><br><br><div align="center"><strong><br>SEBANT Series computer activated, beginning command level αlpha briefing.<br></strong></div><br><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><strong><br>Data File 001: Historical Briefing<br></strong></span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The Earth is dead.<br>A large asteroid dubbed "Vulcan's Hammer" was detected on a crash course with our home planet. Scientists estimated that it would completely wipe out the planets structure, causing it's complete destruction. In a desperate effort to stop it the world governmental powers launched a nuclear assault on the oncoming threat. The results were less than desirable, instead of destroying the asteroid, or at least making an opening for survival, the large projectile was split into two equally deadly threats. Earth was going to structurally survive, however, the planet would become unlivable and life as we knew it was going to cease to exist.<br><br>Plan B was activated shortly after this news. As the asteroid fragments landed, the last few survivors boarded a starship titled the Conestoga, and they headed for the stars. These two hundred refugees took their technology, and enough supplies to survive until they could start a new home among the stars. There journey would be long, with hopes of finding a planet like their mother Earth.<br><br>World after unsuitable world was rejected. Their resources low, their moral dwindling, they came across a planet that was marginally suitable for colonization. They named this planet New Terra. It was cold, dry and nearly airless. But they saw possibility. In this spirit of optimism they named their colony Eden<br><br>They landed with the best of intentions: Build, grow and thrive. And for a time they did. However, after nearly ten years of stability conflict arose, and a splinter colony, Plymouth was formed. New Terra would be their home, but on what terms? Plymouth wished to live in harmony with the planet, to adapt to it's harsh realm. Eden, on the other hand, wished to tame and conquer this world, to terraform it and make it more like their beloved Earth. The two philosophies could not co-exist, Plymouth learned about Eden's secretive advanced biotechnology, and how they were using it to develop a microorganism powerful enough to alter the planets structure. In protest they disabled the last communication link condemning them both to a world of silence.<br><br>Only one planet, but two very different worlds...<br><br>Historical Briefing Over.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>There was a small blip of sound, and an icon depicting an envelope appeared on the bottom right of the screen, expanding into a new window on the display set. Shown now was a message to every colonist of Eden.</em><br><br><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Data File 002: Letter from the Council.</strong></span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dear Colonist,<br>My name is Nguyen, head researcher for the Eden Terreformation and Development project in Lab Lambda Three, more commonly known as the Hot Lab. This evening there will be a gathering there for a ceremony revealing some discoveries and advancements me and my staff have made. We hope that everyone will be able to join, there will be free food courtesy of Mr. Samson's Agridome and plenty of good news.<br><br><div style="text-align: right;">Sincerly,<br>Nguyen</div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Your day continues, however, on your usual tasks and work schedule you are distracted and must miss the gathering that is happening for the hot lab, instead you find yourself attending to other tasks which you deem more important. You are interrupted from this task by the violent tremor of an explosion and only moments later the emergency sirens ignite into a furious cry and emergency walkways illuminate into guiding paths to survival.<br><br>The alarms are distinct... the colony's survival is compromised, and evacuation transports are loading colonists. A voice sounds over the PA systems that run throughout the establishments entirety. The voice is that of the Elder, Axen Moon. "This is an emergency, not a drill!" His voice frantic, he continued the warning: "Please get to the nearest garage and load into an Evacuation transport, we have to evacuate the entire colony, there was an explosion at the Hot Lab and for unknown reasons the computer's have quarantined the section, though something is spreading rapidly throughout the colony, do not attempt to rescue anyone there, we do not have time. I repeat, evacuate immediately!" The com went dead after the frightening news was given to the colonist who weren't in the Hot Lab.<br><br>The evacuation transports manage to scrounge twenty or so people and several computers from the colony, and as they roll away from what they thought was their sanctuary, the sight of destruction was ensuing. The ground was starting to tremor and buildings where collapsing as if their structure was being eaten. Fire belched from fissures in the metal frames of the structures as the sun set, was their fate going to follow them even this far?<br><br><div align="center">--------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br>This is were our journeys begin... after a couple of days of fleeing, the remaining colonists had started a temporary colony for the time being. The rumors were already spreading like wildfire, that the Hot Lab had released a deadly virus that was capable of destroying even buildings, and that all the members of the council had been wiped out. What was going on? it seemed like nobody knew, but in the wake of this catastrophe, Axen Moon had taken the defacto title as leader, and was giving out the orders.<br><br>Construction Vehicles, more commonly known as Convecs, were placed instantly to raise a new Command Center, as well as the other essential buildings to survive. The new colony was small and crowded, with no proper residential facilities. Instead, people were forced to camp out in the buildings that were up, and the network of tubes that connected them. With no command, and hardly any resources the colony had to re-establish their science databases, gather metals, food and supplies and figure out just what on New Terra was going on. How will you survive?<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Here (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=49089.new#new)</strong></span> is a link to the OOC discussion and information board for this game. Please refer to it if you have any questions about joining or terminology used in the games. This thread is only for posts that are IC and part of the game.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Data Log: New Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisiusChase</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 08:52:12</strong>
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				An arm lifted to wipe small transparent beads of sweat off of a man’s brow. This particular person was hunched over a control panel that was slung open, revealing the cybernetic inner workings of a Boptronic hub located in a Structure Factory to the far south of the colony. <br><br>“I don’t know… everything in here seems to be fully operational, are you sure you checked the fans?” <br><br>He questioned to the man beside him as he slunk back so he was sitting on the cool metal ground. The man was fairly average in height, reaching to five feet, eleven inches with a lengthy appearance. He was wearing simple gray synthetic fiber pants that wrapped down into a rather nice pair of black boots, tied to his ankles by thick Velcro strips. His shirt was a simple white, tucked into his pants were they where wrapped shut with a belt. He brushed back his messy brown hair which scattered and sopped lightly with sweat. Green eyes where covered by the reflection of his glasses. He wore them when working with objects on a close range, his vision not being quite as up to par as he would like. <br><br>The man he was addressing was a simple worker who reported the problem at the factory. The air conditioning had somehow malfunctioned, causing a shut down of the factory for the safety of both the personnel and the machines.<br><br>“Yeah, it wasn’t moving.”<br>“Nothing was trapped in the motor?” He asked again, furrowing his brow before pushing off of the ground and standing up straight.<br>“Go check again Jonathan!” His boss’s scratchy voice butted in, a portly man wearing synthetic denim overalls and sporting a bristly red beard making his way over to them. <br><br>Edward shook his head, leaning over to pick up his jacket off the ground, holding it lazily in his fist, not wanting anything to do with it at the moment. He pulled his opposite arm across his chest, reaching over clumsily as he fought with his jacket to tap the screen that loaded his Clip Com. <br><br>“The computer is showing no electronic errors, only a hardware failure, which is pointing straight to the main fan.”<br><br>“Alright… I’ll go check again.” The man said, nearly pouting as he pivoted on his heal only be knocked off his center of gravity by a rather aggressive tremor. The men braced themselves as the quake tore through the massive building for only a few seconds.<br><br>“What the hell was that!?” The head engineer asked frantically, his gaze turning up to the various catwalks and hanging laser machines suspended from the ceiling. There was a moment of silence as they gathered themselves, but the silence was soon broken by the buzz of a frenzied alarm and the flash of red lights.<br><br>“An emergency?” Edward called out stating the quite obvious situation. He slung his coat over his shoulder as the announcement started. The three listened carefully over the sounds of the alarm as they were instructed to evacuate.<br><br>“Shit…” The young man with dusty blonde hair cursed, before the three took off towards the nearest garage.<br><br>The rest after this was a hurried blur; Edward managed to make it onto an evacuation transport with the other two. They where helping a few others that made it along before the computer inside the vehicle closed the doors and began to move.<br><br>Edward fell into one of the tightly fitted seats, trying not to bump elbows with the people beside him.<br><br><em>What in God’s name is going on?</em> He thought to himself, feeling as if his day couldn’t have gotten any worse. <br><em>A colony evacuation? This has never happened before… what happened at the Hot Lab?</em><br><br>He shook it off and tried to clear his mind for the remainder of the trip, the tight crammed vehicle not where he planned on spending his evening.<br><br><em>Maria, I hope you’re ok… </em> His head swiveled downward until his chin met his neck and his eyes slipped closed, his hand idlely fumbling with the ClipCom around his wrist.<br><br><div align="center">----------</div><br>It had been a few days since the incident, and Edward found himself too busy to even think about the current events going on. His day was filled from dawn to dusk with maintenance tasks and computer tests. Since the temporary colony had just been finished he had to walk to each site, not having the ability to use a Mag-Lev or a scooter, and to work with what little tools where available.<br><br>Thankfully, he was able to land some privacy by getting a bedroll in the break room of the Structure Factory. The break room was a small dome with armor glass windows and retractable metal shutters and was located on the upper level of the building. Structure Factories where among the largest buildings designed. From the outside they had large silver reflective walls and where lined with a few windows. The bottom floor was lined with heavy machines and structure kits that where being assembled, while above that where several service cat walks and hanging equipment. On the front of the building where large docking bays for ConVecs to receive the building packages and hall them off to be constructed wherever their destination would be. The Second level of the Factory is where all of the inner colony goods where made, this included tunnel equipment and things such as computer components. Above that was the break room. There was a table and chairs inside the small dome, but aside from that it was quite open. He shared it with the Engineering Director, the same man he had escaped with. <br><br>The nights were quiet enough in the factory; though the whirling dance of machines below where just loud enough to be annoying, and rest wasn’t easy. As soon as morning broke he had to make rounds to each of the new buildings and make sure the computers where working fine with the Command Center, which only had one SEBANT working in it rather than the usual six. SEBANT computers where something that Edward always wanted to work with, in a way he already did but it was very indirect. Instead he was working with basic level boptronic hubs that directed the equipment and vehicles that kept the colony working. Without this breakthrough in technology, there would be no hope for survival right now, at least, that is what Edward thought.<br><br>What was to come of Eden? Who knew, but he was focused on doing as much work as he could, desperate times like these needed hard workers, and nobody had the privilege of slacking off.<br><br><div align="center"> --------- </div><br>Edward’s day was drawing to a slow grinding halt, and his stomach was nearly digesting itself with hunger. It had been nearly fifteen hours since he’d last had something to eat, and just about anything sounded good right now. He lifted his arm sluggishly as he pressed a button on the control panel beside the door to the Agridome, eager to spend his hard earned food ticket.<br><br>The large doors slid open horizontally from each other, a cool, fresh wave of air greeting him. It was always a nice feeling to go into the Agridome, it was the closest thing to going outside as you could get. You could leave the colony, but not without wearing a suit. That is, unless you would enjoy the depressurization from a lack of atmosphere. He entered the large building from the far side. The Agridome consisted of two sections: The dome and the storage facilities. The dome was large, and had a curved rectangular shape, lined with heavy ribs.&nbsp; From there you could easily see the night sky lit up with dual moons and sapphire stars of the galaxies beyond. At ground level the jagged cliffs and mountains of the red soil on the planets surface.<br><br>Edward enjoyed the view for a moment before continuing his way towards the small desk at the other side of the dome, where a worker was distributing food. He walked in the direction, his pace growing slower and slower with each step, or so it seemed. The white, neatly packed hydroponic vats surrounded him, each in clumps of neat rows, all having different crops. None of the plants were near harvest ready yet, since they had just been planted a few days before, and the colony was running off reserves that where liberated from the mother colony. Edward brushed his hand over some of the vibrant green leaves while he walked past them, the sound of water rushing through the pipes below the vat somewhat calming. However, he was interrupted by a voice behind him, not even half way to the man giving out the food. Edward turned to grant the voice his attention, not exactly catching what had been said to him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Data Log: New Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Joker</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 21:53:03</strong>
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				Name : Stefan Bulevski<br><br>Age : 33<br><br>Occupation : Volunteer Guard<br><br>Description : Damn bloody handsome, fine figure of a man, and in a uniform too!<br><br>Brief biography : Educated in electronics and electromechanical science, worked as a research engineer in renewable energies for 10 years. Wife and Mother killed in freak tube accident three years ago, cause never ascertained. Sent his son to live with his brother, father and their spouses at their farm in Plymouth colony. He resigned his career after the funeral and lived on the fringe for a year before reintegrating with society and beginning anew as a volunteer guard. Noted for unusually hard line, non-tolerant stance of misdemeanours and minor crimes. Nicknamed 'Bull' by colleagues. Has killed two criminals, justification for one received, one pending completion of internal investigation. Acceptable fitness reports from superiors. No exceptional ratings in any assigned tasks, no commendations.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>I could scarcely believe how well it had gone. When the order came through to evacuate nobody was more shocked than I was. A fleeting moment of concern for Ali and Sven flickered across my consciousness, but they knew the score. The cause was worth the sacrifice. I logged onto the net and put a scan out for their PDAs, but nothing pinged back. They must have been destroyed, and so in all likelihood had Ali and Sven because a PDA is never far from its owner. That the pair might have died, when I thought about it, was not a bad thing really. This had gone far beyond what Plymouth's Elders had originally intended when we had been tasked with shutting down the electrical substation that fed the complex while the presentation to Eden's Elders was taking place. The event had originally been meant to be an act of sabotage to embarass them, but obviously taking down the power grid had caused a containment breach of whatever the hell it was they were creating in there.<br><br>So much the better. Accidents happen.<br><br>But how many innocents had died? How would Plymouth's Elders take that news? It was for sure that Eden could never be allowed to find out the root cause behind this disaster because it was undoubtedly an act of war, and Plymouth had no warfighting capabilities should it ultimately boil down to that. If Ari and Sven weren't dead and their missing PDA signals were down to a subnet comms failure then I would have no choice but to kill them myself - their reactions might be more emotional than mine, and there was no more dangerous a mix than emotions and secrets. There was no way the truth could ever be allowed to come out, and I wondered if the Elders would despatch somebody to silence me. In their shoes I know I would. Knowledge such as this surely had to be suppressed with extreme prejudice.<br><br>Details were slow emerging on the disaster, but the scale of it seemed to be wholly unprecedented. Strangely I felt no guilt, no remorse in my role in this crisis. Eden had it coming. The hypocrisy in the naming of the colony alone was staggering. While Plymouth adopted an agrarian policy, one based on maintaining the planetary balance, Eden forged full speed ahead down the path of high technology, paying nothing more than lip service to environmental concerns and had embarked down the path of total planetary terraforming that would destroy all the achievements made by Plymouth. I was in full agreement with my father on this, though he was possibly the most radical of Plymouth's Elders. Eden's relentless poisonous spread across the surface of New Terra had to be curtailed by whatever means possible.<br><br>Vulcan's hammer had been a message from God himself that he would no longer tolerate the pollution of his creations by man and thus he had destroyed the Earth, but mankind had escaped in its technological marvels and sought new worlds to lay waste to. Left to run free Eden would inevitably repeat the cycle and call down the next calamity from on high, whilst Plymouth colonial values directly contributed to preserving the ecology such as it was here, and in many instances was actually enhancing it by using perfectly natural methods to create a harmonious union between mankind and nature.<br><br>Whilst I regretted the scale of the calamity on humanitarian terms, the bigger picture was much better served with this outcome. A disaster of such proportions would help convert many of those who enjoyed the comforts of technology to the safer philosophies that those who cared about this planet had adopted. Eden needed to consider this a warning, a wake-up call if you like, because sooner or later something like this had been bound to happen. All today signified was that the timeframe had been brought forward, albeit artificially. Perhaps the next calamity would have been even worse. Enhanced Fusion research and singularity harnessing technologies that filled the evening newscasts could potentially devastate the entire colony far worse than the release of this high tech virus, and military black projects alluded to in countless reports could only have one target - Plymouth. What other enemy was there?<br><br>I strapped on my torch and nightstick and trotted down the tube toward my assigned station in hydroponics, wondering how much of the VeeGees command structure had also perished in the catastrophe. Hopefully enough to see me vault up the ranks. That should magnify my use to Plymouth's elders beyond measure. As I walked I pulled out my PDA and entered my personal log, typing in a brief sentence, that simply said; 'Job done. Waiting.' My handler would hack it when he got within line-of-sight of the IR receiver and leave further instructions in the log - had he survived the calamity, of course.<br><br>Ahead of me I spotted somebody idly meandering past the big hydroponic vats in the agridome, peering inside, then running his hand across the leaves of the plants. While not in any way illegal, it irked me to see it. Those plants were the future of life on this planet, not animals in a childrens zoo to be petted by those who were so immersed in technology that they didn't understand those plants were far more valuable than they themselves were. He probably did no harm, he certainly meant none - that was obvious from his demeanour - but it irritated me nevertheless. This was not the time to crack the whip on a numskull who knew no better, however. This was time to get back to work.<br><br>" Beautiful, aren't they?" I called to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Data Log: New Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>loviatar</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 05:53:00</strong>
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				<strong>E Player:</strong> loviatar<br><strong>Colonist Name:</strong> Christina D’Eve<br><strong>Occupation: </strong>Engineer<br><strong>Description:&nbsp; </strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A woman in her mid 30’s with averages height and long legs. Her body mass was just past slim, due to the fact she was too busy to eat most of the time. During a toxic waste clean up back on ship that brought her to this planet. She was exposing to toxics waste that turn her dark hair a snow white giving her an erotic look.<br><br>Her personality was somewhat cold. This was due to the pressure of a woman doing a man job and not being accepted in her field. But the true reason, she was very shy, and was trying to keep it a secret since she felt it was a forbidden weakness.<br><br>History: She kept her history a secret, but it was known she first serve as an engineer when she was 18. At 24, she when to work on the Toxic clean up teams repairing damage to the space ship those was calling home at the time. Now in her 30's she start training in both personal survival and group survival, this lead her to her present job as an engineer at New Terra.<br><br>….<br><br><br>“GET off your ass!” she screamed to her crews. “We got to get this earthworker away from this area.” She was not sure what the explosion was, but the ground shook so hard that it causes everybody around her to lose their balance falling to the floor.<br><br>She started pushing her men as they got off the ground trying to get them to save all the heavy equipments and move them to a safer place before the area would lose all or any of it air from damage cause from the shaking. There was a lot more to move beside the equipments, but without the earthworker they would not be able to raise any more buildings such as Agridomes which was needed to raise food.<br><br>She yelled at some of the other people trying to run from the area, even stopping some of them. She pointed over to the cargo boxes as she tries to spin them around in their tracks.<br><br>“Some of you get to the Agridomes and save the seeds, food, and water! “&nbsp; She screamed. “Without them we are doomed!”&nbsp; Then she heard over the PA the words she didn’t was to hear.&nbsp; “Please get to the nearest garage and load into an Evacuation transport, we have to evacuate the entire colony, there was an explosion at the Hot Lab and for unknown reasons the computer's have quarantined the section, though something is spreading rapidly throughout the colony, do not attempt to rescue anyone there, we do not have time. I repeat, evacuate immediately!"<br><br>It was then she woke from her nightmare, but it wasn‘t a nightmare.&nbsp; It really happen causing everybody to flee the safety they call home. She was cold and alone in the dark tube that she was sleeping in. It wasn’t comfortable sleeping there on the floor, but she could be alone and that what she really wanted.<br><br>Christina wipes the sleep from her eyes and strokes her long hair with her finger trying to comb her hair. It was just a dream, at least that what she wanted it to be, but it really did happen. She picks up her blanket and wrapped it around her to warm her from the chill that was in the air. With a weak flashlight in her right hand she headed for the opening in the tube that took her to the Agridomes, There she could look at the night sky, and to clear her head from all the past few days.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Data Log: New Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonblossom</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 23:32:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Archer<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Farmer<br><br>She blinked her eyes and yawned. As she awoke from the first restful sleep in a few days, Olivia breathed in the familiar scents of soil, water and plant-life. She felt safest here in the Agridome since the disaster. She knew eventually she'd have to relocate to the new living quarters, but till then she slept inside the dome near a line of fruit trees. <br><br>She sat put and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Olivia used one well tanned hand to brush back her tousled black hair from her face. Today she would be transplanting some new shoots to larger containers and then helping in the Food Distribution Center. Rising to her feet she neatly folded up her bed roll and stored it along with her pillow in a small locker. <br><br>###<br><br>Olivia wiped her forehead as she finished the last transplant. The seedlings would have more room to grow and were badly needed what with the shortage. The young woman put away her tools and washed up at the sink. It was time for her to go help out at the FDC. As she made her way down a row of hydroponic vats, she saw a man enter looking weary. "Excuse me, are you coming to exchange a food ticket?" She blushed, felt silly for asking because it was plain to see he wasn't someone who worked in the Agridome. She only hoped she didn't sounds as foolish as she felt.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Data Log: New Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>loviatar</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 08:11:38</strong>
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				Christina enters the agridome and was surprise to see that it wasn’t as late as she thought it was. The day has just started into nightfall and the twin moons were starting their nightly dance through the sky. As she enters deeper into the agridome passing some of the tall plants she notices that she wasn’t alone as she hopes she was. There is Edward a superior to her. She wasn’t exactly sure what he did at New Terra, but she knew he was important. Olivia was there too, waiting on him as they exchanges greeting.<br><br>She looked around to see if there something in the agridome to give her a reason to be there, but Olivia took too much pride in her dome to let come to a point it of needing repair. Food tickets she heard Olivia mention, and giving her a reason to trespass into Olivia space. <br><br>Slowly she approached them, as she pulls the blanket off of her folding it several time. She was dirty and needing a bath, but this was surviving mode and water wasn’t to be wasted. She tries to dust off the dirt from her torn jump suit, but it was too well stain. Engineering was suppose to be a clean job, its was the labors who was suppose to get dirty<br><br>She stood there behind them watching them. <em>"Edward"</em> she thought to herself, <em>“he is a man, and now that there not very many of them left…”</em> Then she looked at Olivia, and felt that she could feel that Olivia was thinking the same. Christina hadn’t had a companion in years, her job at New Terra kept her too busy to play the games needed to catch the eyes of men. Beside that, her last companion was a young girl and that didn’t make her popular with the men since that meant that she was not only taking a young girl, she was taking herself out of play.<br><br>She paused as if she was about to slap herself. <em>"Quit lying to yourself, the truth is you are afraid of men. You are too afraid to say anything to anybody unless it had something to do with business".</em> She stood there looking down at the floor arguing with her self while life continues to pass her by. <em>“You do not need to be afraid! All you got to do is smile. Yes smile at them, let them know that you are friendly. You can do it, smile at him when Edward turn around.” </em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Data Log: New Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisiusChase</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 18:51:41</strong>
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				“Hm?” Edward responded absentmindedly as he tuned his spectacles on the bridge of his nose, wiping the fog of his daydream from his eyes. The officer’s commentary finally making its rounds through his brain’s circuitry before triggered a reply.<br>“Oh, yes they are quite beautiful. One of the few treasures of Earth we have left.” He gave an undersized smile to the gentleman, his hands receding to the warm shelter of his pockets. “Just, making your evening rounds?” He asked, although it was quite the obvious question. Lately, Edward had been cooped up with artificial intelligence computers, making interaction with someone that actually had a pulse more than welcome.<br><br>Edward’s attention was broken once more as he was interrupted by the woman who was currently facilitating the agridome’s food distribution. He twisted, granting her a smile as his hand emerged from his stereotypical lab coat, giving her a wave, even though their proximity was fairly close. He absorbed her question, though slowly. The received input prompted a reaction that seemed to travel down the length of his spine right to his gut, which emitted a deep low rumble, along with a small twist of an ache. He had nearly forgotten he was hungry with all the commotion that was happening in the agidrome. <br>“Actually, yes, I am here to get a basic, single person grocer package.” He affirmed, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet which was thick from security access cards, which he was granted for his tasks around the colony. Clumsily he fumbled with the small synthetic leather fold, dropping it as the security cards spilled out like a game of fifty-two pickup.<br>“Bullocks...” He cursed, kneeling down to scoop them off the hard tile floor, shuffling them back into random slots without any hint of organization.<br><br>He stood once more, giving a sigh of slight frustration before shaking it off and holding the ticket out to the woman. “Sorry, it’s been a long day.” He said, waiting for her to pluck of the ticket from him. At that moment the automatic doors made their familiar groan as they wheeled open mechanically, and he turned his head over his shoulder and commented: “Busy in here tonight.”<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Data Log: New Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Joker</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 20:34:39</strong>
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				The man looked surprised to be addressed, before acknowledging the value of the leaves that he was fingering and changing the subject to my round.<br><br>&nbsp;" No, I'm just temporary security for this area." I replied. " So much was lost that will take time to replace that there's a chance somebody will try and take something that they aren't entitled to." I gestured at the plants. Though they were nowhere near bearing fruit I hoped he got the message.<br><br>&nbsp;" Just so long as you know that leaves are important, not decoration," I continued, " And the more people brush their hands across them idly the more chance there is of the plant getting damaged when the leaves get knocked off. Some leaves are edible, and breaking them off makes them nothing more than mulch and compost when they could be food. Mature leaves can be broken down into medicines and such, and leaves store food and water for when the plants fruits need them. The more leaves get broken off, the less chance of the plant thriving. Some leaves absorb carbon dioxide, and we all know how vital that is. I'm sure you understand where I'm coming from." I smiled at him. "Sir." I added after a second.<br><br>I stepped away as a woman approached him. I eyed her up, but all I could see when I looked at any woman these days was that she wasn't Sarah, and I bade him a good night with a brief nod. Engineers and techies get all the action, I reflected sadly. VeeGees like me were seen as the enemy, unwelcome until we were needed to sort out the messes some of these people were apt to get themselves into. That brought a wry smile to my face as it suddenly struck me that I was much more of an enemy than their petty inconsequential guilts could ever comprehend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Data Log: New Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonblossom</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 01:31:06</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">**Olivia**</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Actually, yes, I am here to get a basic, single person grocer package.” He affirmed, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet which was thick from security access cards, which he was granted for his tasks around the colony. Clumsily he fumbled with the small synthetic leather fold, dropping it as the security cards spilled out like a game of fifty-two pickup.<br>“Bullocks...” He cursed, kneeling down to scoop them off the hard tile floor, shuffling them back into random slots without any hint of organization.<br><br>He stood once more, giving a sigh of slight frustration before shaking it off and holding the ticket out to the woman. “Sorry, it’s been a long day.” He said, waiting for her to pluck of the ticket from him.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Olivia beamed at the scientist, or at least she thought he must be since he was wearing a lab coat. She realized she probably looked foolish with such a large grin and feeling herself flush nervously, brushed her black hair back behind her right ear.&nbsp; As he fumbled, his wallet spilling onto the ground, she wanted to come to his aid but before she even could step from behind the counter, he'd collected the cards and stood back up. So when he commented on his day she only nodded and took his ticket. <br><br>"Yes, I understand. It's been rough lately...if you could do anything to right now to relax, what would you do?" She asked him while she deposited his ticket into the collection box and retrieved a warn, small cloth sack with the single person rations inside. Then she returned her full attention to him setting the bag on the counter between them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Data Log: New Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>loviatar</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 06:51:35</strong>
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				Christina listen to them talk and realize that they hadn’t notice her. This was great, this meant she could slip off without being seem and go to a hiding place in the agridome which she could looked up at the stars. She had several places she would hide and view the sky, depending on the seasons.<br><br>Those that has seem her in the dome before probably thought she was just star glazing. She had done it every night since she came to the colony,&nbsp; but the truth was far from that. She went to windows to look out, to look out at freedom. The colony wasn’t a home for her, a new start, it was her prison.<br><br>She want so much to walk outside in fresh clean air, and feel the warm sun against her skin as she would laid on the ground soaking up the sun rays. She want to smell the flowers and fruits as they was suppose to grow, and not in a dome in water.<br><br>She wanted to be free in a prefect world; instead she was on a world without air, with the surface cover with red dust. She turns and started to slip away quietly leaving them alone, but in her normal grace, she tripped over a large pot full of potting soil. With swiftness she brace her fall and was back up on her feet without anybody noticing what she did. If it wasn’t for the noise that she had made and the mess of the soil over the floor nobody would had notices her.<br><br>Quickly and in silence she swept the dirt up in her hands and returns it back into the pot that it came from. Dusting off her hands she stands up and continues to move away.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Data Log: New Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dragonblossom</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 23:07:42</strong>
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				<strong>**Olivia**</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Quickly and in silence she swept the dirt up in her hands and returns it back into the pot that it came from. Dusting off her hands she stands up and continues to move away.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>As she pauses in her conversation with the young man, had she gotten his name?, she notices out of the corner of her eye a woman dusting her hands of precious soil. Puzzled, Olivia motions at the woman as she is turning away, "Excuse me, Miss?" Olivia didn't think that the woman had done something wrong but was curious what had gone on. If her plants were harmed she wanted to correct it as soon as possible. if she had to she would go after the lady to make sure. She turned an apologetic smile to the man in front of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Data Log: New Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>loviatar</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 05:51:14</strong>
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				Christina looked up at Olivia when she heard her addressing her. She didn't know what she was going to say. Just out of fright she answer.<br><br>"I, uh I," she try to answer. "I was going to buy some fruit if you have any, I need some vitamins c, but I see you are busy."<br><br>She looked down at the pot. "I figure I would go looked at your plants while you wait on Mr Edward." she paused. "I'm afraid I tripped over your pot of soil when I stepped back to give you time to serve him."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Data Log: New Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisiusChase</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 03:39:34</strong>
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				Edward’s brow twitched as the officer began to lecture him about the value of the plants. This man was treating him as if he where some sort of moron when it came to botany, lecturing him on the basic functions on photosynthesis and different germination cycles of plant growth. His face rolled to a rather vacant expression as he listened to the cop ramble on in his small surge of power, his ‘sir’ tacked onto the end of his rant, as if it was meant to mask any sort of verbal abrasions that may have been subtly put forth. Edward brushed it off, why conflict with this obviously power hungry VG, a Grub had more standing than him anyway, in fact, Edward himself probably had more security clearance in the whole but that was all moot, he had to at least pretend to be polite to the chap, there just wasn’t enough room in the colony for conflict.<br><br>“Sure.” <br><br>He shrugged, obviously growing a neutral demeanor against his ramble now; perhaps he was just having a bad day? Or lost someone in the accident? Edward cleared his head. “I’ll be sure not to touch them anymore, enjoy the rest of your night.” He recited the apology out with a mist of pretense, unable to contain that minute tinge of annoyance that was lingering on the back of his tongue. Making his to the counter finally where the events with the young woman were to unfold.<br><br><div align="center">----------</div><br>Edward gave a humble nod as she snatched up the card, listening as she inquired about his free-time with a harmless question. “Hmm.” He thought, nearly forgetting his small quell moments before, though most of that argument was in his head. He wasn’t usually very open with strangers, but it was nice to have the human contact instead of A.I. <br>“I Guess I’d love to bunk up in an Advanced Residence and work on research for SEBANT computers, as nerdy as that sounds.” He chuckled, giving her the subtle once over from behind his plastic rim glasses, more subconscious than anything. He stood by as she gathered a small ruck of pre-packaged foods, scooping it up from the counter with a pleased smile. “Wonderful, thank you.” He smiled politely, tucking the bag neatly under his elbow, cradling it against his side. <br>“An how about yourself?” he asked, just as the woman’s attention was snatched away by another figure who was causing a small ruckus. Edward hovered back, watching the two of them converse, this new figure to the scene looking had an air of suspicious surrounding her, especially when she had voiced his name. How did she know who he was? Edward, from all accounts, hadn’t ever seen this young woman before in his life, perhaps she was an acquaintance from the University? He gave a small sigh to himself, what a night this was turning out to be; perhaps he would have been better off staying at work, or maybe he should just head out and get some sleep.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Data Log: New Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Joker</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 17:50:56</strong>
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				<br><br>Things had quietened down somewhat. The ration rush had ebbed and the dome was more or less deserted. A few people milled here and there, the displaced, homeless, people with nowhere to go except their assigned couple of square feet in the tubes. Old black and white imagery of a place called London in the second World War back on Earth flickered and died in my mind's eye. The men and women of a war torn city seeking refuge in the underground railway stations that criss crossed the capital of some country I'd forgotten the name of. Odd that they were called 'tubes' too. History apparently has a habit of repeating itself.<br><br>Except Eden wasn't at war. Well, not yet.<br><br>My PDA beeped the code that told me my personal log had just detected an unauthorised intrusion. That would be my handler hacking into it. Nobody else was apt to leaving me untraceable emails. What now? I wondered as I flipped it open and navigated through the menu. Was this a bollocking or a new mission? My fingers tapped through the memorised pathways. It could not be hacked over radiowaves, only by infrared, which meant direct line of sight and it took a conscious effort not to look around and try to spot who it might be sending me these new orders. If I were caught and interrogated I could furnish my captors with a description of who I thought my handler was, so I made sure I had no images in my mind to give them by staying focused on the PDA. Perhaps it had been that smug, condescending, self superior techie who'd just shrugged off my admonitions with a blank disinterested, uncaring face, I mused idly. He was still wandering around down there like he owned the place. I was surprised his eyes hadn't rolled when I had been lecturing him on stuff that six year olds knew by heart and that he had seemed to have forgotten, or just assumed himself above considering in the way that some of these arrogant jerks with higher security clearances than IQs often do. Just fondle the leaves with your greasy fingers, rip 'em right off, play 'she-loves-me, she-loves-me-not' with those pretty priceless petals safe in the knowledge that not even us VeeGees can touch you because we don't have the power. All we could do right now was lecture them on common sense, as I had just been forced to do, because the so called intellectuals seem prone to forgetting common sense sooner than they forget where they left their keycards. <br><br>&nbsp;Those flickers of irritation that flash across their scowling visages come as part of the territory when you're a VeeGee. They assume in their narrow minds that we volunteered for nothing more than the power trip of being sheepdogs to these sheep, and while that may have been true for a minority, being a part of the guard was nothing more than a means to an end for me, and that end was in gaining access to places that a 'civilian' wouldn't normally be authorised to even know existed. Still, if it led to them underestimating me then so much the better. That just made things easier. I had never had any personal desire to be a VeeGee - it had been my handler who had suggested it and set me on that path when I was out on the fringe wasting my life away and feeling sorry for myself after my wife and mother had been killed. It gave me purpose, and more importantly it gave me a platform from which I could one day hit back.<br><br>I smiled inwardly as that techie's face burned itself indelibly into my memory. He could be my handler. After all, he was within sight when the pda got hacked. Maybe if I was caught and interrogated I'd give them his description just for fun. After all, it was the only one I had. That would serve him right for showing such indignation and impatience to somebody who was just doing his job under difficult circumstances while he nonchalantly ponced about agridomes abusing the plants.<br><br>The code was the same as always. The initials of a classic book backwards, then page, paragraph and word numbers in binary coded decimal. This time it was CRT, The Railway Children. My handler seemed particularly fond of The Railway Children, and while it was an interesting enough book it was much more suited to children than adults. The code was unbreakable unless you had my own personal pda as the book's pages had been compressed with an obscure font in order to make the pages and paragraphs differ from the standard version available in the colony's digital ebook database. Decoding was relatively easy, though a little laborious. Just split the pda into two screens - one for the code and one for the ebook. In five minutes the message had been spelled out, and it wasn't quite what I had expected.<br><br>What I had expected was a brief 'stand by' message, instructions to back down, lie low, do nothing to bring attention to myself while the situation was assessed by Plymouth's Elders and their advisers. Instead it was something typical of what my father might have wanted done. I remembered him educating me about how to take care of myself when I was about six years old and taking shit from some kids in school. " Son," he'd told me. "The thing with fighting is to hit the guy hard, rock him on his heels. Make him doubt himself. Then when you've done that you don't step back and wait for him to come back at you - you close on the sumbitch while he's off balance and hit him again, and you keep doing this again and again until he's flat on his ass. Then, when you got that sumbitch on the deck, you stamp on his face, kick him in the crotch, do whatever it takes to keep him there until he curls up in a ball. And when he uncurls you kick him again. That's how you deal with people looking to fight, son. No quarter. Make 'em think twice about picking on you agin."<br><br>This was precisely the strategy that we seemed to be employing against Eden. We'd hit 'em hard, knocked them back until they were reeling, and now instead of leaving them a breathing space to recover and get back on their feet we were going to knock them flat on their smarmy, condescending, smug and superior asses. I might have smiled, but this was personally extremely dangerous to me. Eden was surely wide awake and alert now, all signs of complacency eradicated, and a smart analyst might soon figure out that the accident wasn't quite an accident after all. If there were any smart analysts left. For sure there must be some investigation into exactly what had happened taking place even as I sat here contemplating what to do next. Maybe they already knew. Maybe I was already being watched.<br><br>The paranoia of working incognito on enemy ground seeped into my soul as I deleted the message. How, I wondered, was I going to pull this off? Poisons in the water supply to the agridomes? Fire in the food preparation areas or maybe even a bubble breach? How about something a little more creative? How about destroying the digital archives that contained a digest of all humanities knowledge through the ages? That would stop their technology in its tracks. God knows how many top scientists had been reduced to base elements in the containment breach, and if we took down their source material then Eden's growth would surely stagnate. Was the archive mirrored, I wondered, or striped somewhere? Must be, I reasoned. Scratch that. Putting Eden into the dark ages would take more than a hacker reformatting their central computer core.<br><br>No, subtlety was no good. It had to be something that would scare the shit out of every living soul still inhabiting what remained of Eden. Something to make them want to run and hide, duck and cover under benches and tables, send them scurrying into the tubes like the doodlebugs over that place on old Earth used to do to the inhabitants of that ancient city. I stood and headed back toward the agridome, needing something to eat and drink, some fuel to help me concentrate my mind on just how I might accomplish that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Data Log: New Terra</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LisiusChase</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 22:57:37</strong>
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				Edward gave a faint smile as the two women went on with their encounter, taking his bushel of assorted foods and making a retreat from the agridome, the chaos a bit more than he wanted to deal with at the time. With that notion, he slid back into the tubes; his attention grabbed for a small second as the VG from earlier was padding away at his ClipCom. Not wanting conflict, he decided the best course of action was to take a route opposite of the guard. He turned, taking a route down the south tunnel, crossing down to the intersection ahead before reading the signs hastily plastered up for direction. He was left with a couple of options: continue south and you reach the smelter, take the right for the CC, and go left to take the long winding path to the Tokamak Reactor. He plotted the course out in his head, if he went towards the smelter there was nothing more than construction for the new Vehicle Factory, which was started just the night before, and the Tokamak was a dangerous place, not one he wanted to have to visit, so he headed towards the CC, hoping there was another intersection to take him to the Structure Factory.<br><br>He moseyed along, stepping over the sleeping bodies in the tubes, their ratty bedrolls and makeshift spaces littering the tubes, as the high security building drew near. With no windows, one had to rely on maps and signs to navigate, and since this colony was temporary, any sort of map had to be a mental one, unfortunately in the short time they had inhabited; Edward hadn’t managed to figure out his way around. He gave a sigh, his wrist sending out a small blip signifying a notice. Wrestling with the parcel of food he brought the screen of his com to view and pressed the button before shifting into an unoccupied space of this particular transit route.<br><br>&nbsp;“What now…” <br>He scoffed with slight agitation to himself, only wanting a moment of peace. He raised the screen, reading the mail notice he had just received, it was from Axen Moon, the current elder of Eden, and acting commander in chief. It was alarming, why would Axen want anything to do with him? The message explained to him his new situation, citing to him a task. He rubbed his chin, nearly dropping his rations before awkwardly regaining control of them. <br>“Interesting…” He thought out loud to himself in a barley audible whisper before continuing his way down the hall once more.<br><br>He eventually found a rout to the Factory, thankfully it wasn’t too much of a hassle, and made his way up to the break room. Luckily the factory was closing down, since the hour the night was running fairly late. There where a few workers cleaning up, Edward giving them casual greetings to let his presence be known, incase the men weren’t aware that he was allowed in the area. He got to the room, and it looked like his roommate wasn’t there yet. <br>“Finally…” He said, sighing in relief before sitting down and retrieving an apple from the small pouch, taking a bit of its crisp flesh, apparently he was supposed to have a meeting with a person by the name of Brook Panati, an unfamiliar soul whom he hadn’t ever heard of.<br><br><div align="center">----------</div><br>After his meal, Edward soon lie to rest, sleep coming easy with his eventful day’s wake, however the morning wasn’t as gentile. There was the initial roar of machinery, mixing with the sunlight that was pouring through the window. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, grabbing his glasses as his mind slowly began to churn into motion. He stared blankly for a moment into that void between the waking world and the dream one, only to snap forth into reality, heaving his blanket off himself as he jumped out of bed, gathering his things.<br><br>He was late!<br>He tossed on his coat, clipping his ID badge to it and shoved his wallet into his back pocket; there was no time to clean up, even if he wanted to. He silently cursed under his breath; laziness wasn’t going to be acceptable. He recalled the message he had received last night, and the place where he was to meet this Brook person, which happened to be at the construction site for the Vehicle Factory.<br><br>He whirled through the maze, reading the signs and going off his memory, fortunately during the day most of the colonists where working, so transit wasn’t as jammed as the evenings. The smell of the planets dust began to fill his olfactorys as he stepped down the short bit of tunnel leading to the new factory, a figure wearing a protective surface suit in front of him. <br><br>“Ah, you must be Edward!” The voice called out, unmistakably male, though his face was covered by the UV Protective tint in the helmets glass. <br>“Yes, are you Panati? Ah… and sorry I’m late, I overslept a bit.” Edward returned apologetically.<br>“Yeah, I’m Brook, a pleasure to meet you.” The man said, a tone of a salesman or business person resonating in his voice. <br>“Don’t worry about being late, I had something else I had to attend to so there wasn’t any hurry, I’m just glad you showed up. Now, we should hurry though, because I don’t want to make a scene now that you are here, come with me.”<br>He commented, and Edward knew that means he had to get on a suit… what was so private that they had to go out on the surface to talk about it?<br><br>He wasted no time to get himself dressed for venturing out into the planet’s harsh realm, something he’s only done a handful of times his entire life. And as soon as he was geared up, Mr. Panati opened the door to the factory, its skeletal frame being all that was composed of it as a Convec worked outside to install the components of the large building.<br><br>“Sorry for the hassle, Mr. Von Dozier.” He apologized, turning as a comlink formed between the two life supporting outfits, though it was somewhat hard to hear over the noise of construction. “Obviously, the information I’m about to give you is very sensitive… and therefore we have to talk where none of the other colonists can hear.”<br>”Right, go on.” Edward stated, making sure Mr. Panati could hear him.<br>”We’ve reason to believe that the Hot Lab incident was an inside job, or possible an act by Plymouth in protest to Eden’s Terraforming development.” Brook said his voice solemn as he turned to look out through the large metallic lattice that made up the factory at the moment.<br>”That’s terrible! Do you have any idea who it was?” Edward inquired promptly.<br>“No… But that is all the information I have, we also have some bad news…”<br>”Go on…”<br>”The explosion cracked open the underground testing wells, releasing a microbiological agent into the crust of the planet. This microorganism was designed to break down rock into its base elements to release oxygen, hydrogen etc… and to terraform the world at an accelerated pace.”<br>”Wait… why is this bad?”<br>”It was incomplete… and breaks down everything, including buildings …and people…”<br>… “But!” He continued: “We are forming a new confidential laboratory, it will be basic… and we need to get together some research, and go back to the infection zone to retrieve our science databases since they where left behind.”<br>”Wait… and you want me?”<br>”We want you to head up the team, you are our leading researching in Boptronics at the moment, and we plan on doing a wireless mission to reduce any casualties.”<br>Edward was relieved that he didn’t have to go out there by himself, especially if everything this man was saying is true.<br>”But how can I trust you?” Edward questioned.<br>”Let’s just say I owe the elder a favor, and he can’t always get around seeing everyone.”<br>Fair enough… Edward thought. <br>“The new lab is being built behind this building.”<br>He explained, pointing out an Earthworker that was assembling new tubes. “Currently the “Blight” is spreading… and rapidly. It’s causing quakes and stirring activity on this planet, which we assumed was dead.” Edward watched as he shook his head. “Things are looking Grim, Mr. Edward, but if you cooperate, you will be able to help us out.”<br>”Got it… I assume more details will be filled in after the lab?”<br>”Yes, it will be done in three days, until then go on with your usual tasks, and don’t tell a <em>soul</em> about our meeting, there could possibly be a spy, or terrorists among us.”<br><br>Edward wasn’t quite sure how to take this information; it was a lot to absorb at once…<br>But he shook the man’s hand politely and made his way back inside, the other obviously having more duties to fulfill for his employer. Edward removed the suit, hanging it back on its designated wrack, and wandered down the tube, his mind lost in thought.<br><br>“Maria… was this your fate?” he sighed, pausing before he looked up…<br><br>
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