Nimda,
Fish of Oblivion,
Neziul,
Etcetera,
Hope Lover,
Meta,
Yatagarasu,
Audacious,
souleaterfan320,
SkyeOfStars
@Legend
That's my intention. There's a reason I'm in high orbit and not down there, after all.
*I finally pull up the decrypted spectrogram, looking at it curiously, leaning in towards the softly-glowing screen*
*I raise a single eyebrow, confused for a moment, then quickly clarify with another sonorous chuckle*
No! No, of course not. The Pilgrimage is one of the Sacraments, along with Crusade, Genuflection and Scholarship, and all the rest. I’m just interested in the free energy on display: I could, ah, ‘hear’?
*I pause, unsure how exactly to phrase the sensation without sounding insane. A swallow gives me the correct amount of bravery*
Detect it parsecs away. And so I came!
@Legend
*A dry chuckle comes through the microphone, a sharp exhalation as I continue to collect my scattered, partially-floating, belongings for the inevitable descent.*
You know, my governess always told me that was the best way to greet new people. If only I had listened. Decrypting now, give me a moment.
*I go quiet for an unflatteringly long time as I fight with the computers aboard the Eschatologue, running through every decryption protocol I have stored. A few minutes later, a light blinks yellow, and I key the mic. My voice is celebratory, flush with the thrill of petty victories.*
Cracked it. I’m on Pilgrimage, for clarification: I’ve come to see all there is to see, out here so far from home. It’s one of the divine Sacraments, where I come from.
@Legend
*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 Eschatologue: 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.*
@Legend
*My brow creases in frustration. I brush a wayward strand of hair from my eyes, floating errantly in the freefall. My fingers grip the receiver more tightly as I let out a sigh. The transmission is still running.*
Well, I suppose that’s to be expected. Nǐ míngbái wǒ shuō de ma? Si me intellegis? Ersesz engem? Ah, hold on… Oh! Me comprenez-vous?
*A smile cracks my face, wide and eager, revealing two rows of pearl-white teeth in the barely-illumined gloom of the cockpit. I reach more properly for the microphone, clearing my throat before flicking on the transmit function again*
Ah, so there’s more than just violence down there!
*My accent is as thick as ever, the refined and languid lilt of a noble bearing and a practiced grace.*
Do you understand me? I’m a Pilgrim, I don’t mean any harm.
*The Eschatologue materializes in high orbit, far above the planet. It slides out of the portal, sleek and golden, a lovingly-crafted if use-worn corvette, bedecked in the regalia of the Hierophany. Though the transparent aluminium which rings a cockpit perched above the sharp, thin-arrow body, I look down at the energy-scarred planet on which two unknown beings apparently do battle. The various readouts and displays give almost unbelievable data, incredible in its most literal sense. I zoom as close as my optics will let me, eye flicking to keep up with the cataclysmic brawl.*
Now this is impressive, isn’t it?
*One clever, dexterous finger finds its way to a control panel, and I type absentmindedly as I continue to watch the exchange. An orange light flicks on, and my churchbell alto fills the small cockpit. *
Pilgrim’s Testament, chapter one thousand seven hundred and twenty-eight. I’ve found some truly interesting people, after following a trail of high power output. The coordinates are a little different than I recorded in my last log: I’ve made an update. It seems the long stretch of boring days are at an end, thank the Sacrifice. They appear to be fighting: I’ll be heading to the surface once they’ve stopped. Whoever they are, they’re well out of my league. May my faith protect me.
*Another tap of a button ends the recording, and I lie back in the soft embrace of my pilot’s chair, ready to enjoy the marvel below me. With an exhalation of epiphany, I once again run my fingers over rattling keys, opening a channel and broadcasting, with high-powered radio waves, a simple message. To ensure maximum visibility, I set it to repeat on numerous frequency and amplitude modulations.*
This is Hymn of Predestination, is anyone receiving?
<Snipped quote by Legend>
To destroy you.
<Snipped quote by souleaterfan320>
Well, why am I tracking whoever it is? Is it friend or foe? Were they taken or just leave?
@Legend
Great! I think I'll wait until there's a little less action going on, but I'm excited to jump in.
So: whose approval do I need to get posting?