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*The smile reappears on my face, beaming and exhilarated. I unbuckle myself from my seat, floating free around the cockpit, transceiver in hand, idly making preparations for landing while I speak. The enthusiasm is evident in my voice.*

I see. I apologize for not understanding your local customs of responding to hails with bursts of apparently meaningless radiation. My name is Hymn of Predestination, aboard the corvette [i]Eschatologue[/i]: the enthalpy of this planet might be important to my Pilgrimage, do you know who those two people are? 


*The hiss of gas release is audible as I don a thin, durable suit, skintight and sturdy, meant for exploration, a tenor burst atop the dull roar of the dormant engines.*