Trina: You made it, then? The Clan of Ra let you in?
Rotis: Almost, and not exactly. We've made it past the star's heliopause without notice. I'm not sure how we managed to do that. They've got a tight grid on the place all around. Mid-range scanners definitely say there's intra-stellar activity around this star. Lots of it, considering what's going on. Looks like the Confederacy's actually managed to get Chimera back on the ropes again. Hey, Broza? Didn't the Saharans have these morons pushed back in a matter of days upon arriving here?
Broza: Yeah, but nobody in the Dark Fleet expected The Marching to come down to here. They thought that the Karukas were just going to flatten Orion and keep it as theirs. Turns out they were just pulling the teeth and claws out of one of the bigger problems the Confederacy was facing while trying to take Chimera down. No, sir, the Saharan's didn't want Orion. Orion doesn't use Nexus Generators. This star, however, did.
Rotis: They wanted access to what they lost.
Broza: I think? Well, there was one stowed away directly beneath Clyda Vaa, so they figured they might as well go back to Sol and turn them all on over here again. After all, the next Galactic Pulse will be coming soon. This one's not going to be as overwhelming as the last one was, and hopefully the line grid of Earth will be set back to normal before it happens.
Rotis: Terra won't be ready for it. The humans have yet to even discover the Atlantean Ley Nexus Generator and figure it out.
Kaype: What'er we waiting for?! Why don't we just go there and flick the switch ourselves?!
Broza: I'm with the captain on this one, Kaype.
Trina: I think you should do it. Make them aware it exists, at least.
Rotis: I've heard stories about Terra's secrets. One of them is a skin-crawling kind of nasty. Do you know what eugenics is?
Trina: Well, it's supposed to be an intellectual selection of creation. It's meant to exist as a means of tempering the spirit and the responsibility of individuals towards breeding. Effectively, a proper practitioner of eugenics is meant to know whether or not they are worth breeding.
Rotis: Ermm...humans seem to have lost the essence of that spirit, or never really found it to begin with.
Rotis: They pick people with strong qualities among physical and/or mental traits, as well as desirable factors of appearance, and then selectively breed those to try and make an optimal genetic template. They would cull off or otherwise nullify those with weak traits, keeping them only as a general force of work if they could be productive. Certain ethnicities were also given preference, while other ethnicities were tossed aside like garbage. It got...significantly bad in their calendar 1880's to 1940's.
Trina: That sounds like part of Chimera's 'experiment'.
Rotis: It is. But for humans to be complicit in that kind of behavior? It's disgusting.
Trina: You might want to be careful discussing disgusting behavior as a topic, Rotis. One of the only reasons why I ever bothered vouching to get you on to that mission is because the Academy was going to throw you out of society in full dishonors because of your, what was it you called being a coward? Pragmatism? You've set a bad omen in place among your peers, you know. Most of them wouldn't partner with you even if they were forced to, because you'd run away and your partners would always die behind you. Always.
Rotis: That, and you're my sister.
Kaype: ♪ ~ Someone's wincing deep inside ~ ♪
Rotis: Shut up, Kaype! If this job's the only one that I can do for them, then fine. I'll take being excommunicated from Estoc as long as I can keep the ship and go everywhere else.
Trina: That's asking the Academy to be generous. I think they'd have had you sent into the Wildland.
Rotis: What?! But..but, that's a death sentence!
Trina: Should have valued your fellows lives more, then.
Broza: You cut the feed off?
Rotis: I need some time to go over something with you two.
Rotis: Well...I'm thinking about trying to exceed the Academy's expectations of me. Kaype. We're going to turn on the Atlantean Generator. Broza, if you have any problems with that, let me know.
Broza: Just one. What do you think Alin Karuka is going to do?
Rotis: Maybe he'll try and find some way to connect the dots. He's already linked the Atlas Generator to the Eye of Protoi.
Broza: Sir...the Moon glowing blue and pointing a beam of light at the southern polar region of the planet? Wouldn't that be a bit unsettling for humans to see?
Rotis: Okay, so you think that doing this might yield a major breach of the Quarantine. And don't call me sir again. I'm not that kind of captain.
Kaype: I think that he'll probably keep it quiet. Think about this: why didn't the Saharans invade Earth when they had the chance?
Kaype: Such a thing would have broken the Quarantine absolutely. Chimera wasn't thanking Orson Wells when he pulled his radio stunt, either. They almost hit the blow-it-all-up button right there.
Broza: So, what's the level of risk in doing this?
Rotis: Ridiculous, is what it is. But I'd still like to see what they think of being able to pull off that kind of stunt.
Broza: What if they want you to just simply obey orders and not put anyone in more danger than at present?
Rotis: I'm a dead man if I go back to Estoc. I went to the Academy so that I could go out into space. Everything that I've done that lead up to this mission they gave me was something that I didn't cross the consequences of in my mind.
Broza: And they let you captain a ship with that kind of attitude? They were expecting you to fail even making it here. Success is exceeding their expectations enough.
Rotis: We're still going down there.
Broza: You really want to do that? Check the scanners.
Rotis: ...Damn. Chimera really did a number on walling off the planet. It's covered in a massive surveillance grid, most of the cameras are pointed outside, though. Atmosphere is only nominal; upper level dusting of heavy metals has caused a toxic level of air pollution. Looks like I'm going to need the rebreather if I'm getting out. And...what's with the spectrometer? Why is it fluctuating like that?
Kaype: Looks like a large concentration of plasma that sensor wavelengths are pinging off of or dropping off into. It's moving as if it has a rudimentary consciousness of its own, or at least a force of some kind of external intellect directing it. Uh, Rotis? That concentration is making a large bubble over the southern polar region.
Rotis: Someone knows we're coming. Well, only one thing to say to it. For once, I'm calling the bluff.
Kaype: We'll get fried!
Rotis: The ship's hardened against electrical interference. We should be fine, even if we have a rocky descent.
Broza: Might want to brace yourself, Kaype. This was your idea, after all.
Kaype: Right. I'll never be a troll again.
*after a minute of rumbling noises*
Rotis: Broza, check the ventilation systems. We might have a problem.
Broza: On it, boss--whoa. This isn't going to be a stable trip.
Rotis: Just hurry up! I think it might be trying to pull the hull off!
Rotis: Dammit! We're so close, hold it together!
Kaype: What's with that gibberish coming out of your mouth, Rotis? Seriously, all I heard were a bunch of letters that made no sense!
Rotis: What?! How can you possibly say that?!
Kaype: Don't kill me, I swear I'm not trying to be an ass! Just please, put C'thulu back where it belongs!
Broza: *hacking* This smoke isn't normal! I feel like I'm going crazy!
Rotis: Shit. Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit-shit!
*telecom hail from Kriss III*
Rotis: Not now! Someone take control of the ship, I'm going to make it to the surface one way or another!
Kaype: Trina, I think Rotis has gone crazy...er than me!
*weapons fire from a photon pistol*
Rotis: Take that goddamn helm and get Broza to safety!
Kaype: But that's the only escape pod!
Rotis: I'm dropping my ass down on top of that Generator, Kaype! Now do as I say or you're a dead man!
Broza: We...we dead...no matter...
Rotis: Urrgh! Dammit! This is not how I planned for it to go!
Trina: Rotis? Rotis?! ROTIS?!
*escape pod ejects*
Trina: Kaype...Kaype...please stay calm. Just fly the ship.
Kaype: Hrmpephlfjalbieopalsfjiwo~! Oogoomemriofmaopolslo!
Trina: No...no...no...Rotis...no...you've done it again...
*crashing noise and gurgling*
[END OF LOG, SHIP SYSTEMS SHUTDOWN @ 09.23.13.0750, BLACK BOX BEACON TRANSMISSION ACTIVATED, ALL LOGS STORED IN BACKUP RECORDS]