Session 7 5

Landing in friendly-controlled space, without debris or any moving obstacles, is a piece of cake.
[OOC] WC GM: Does the party take extra fuel, ice cream, or any such thing from the carrier?
[OOC] Spyboy: Um. Good question. Kinda…don't have a problem with Dakka trapped down here, don't wanna stay down here if Dakka decides to take the fuel we do have.
[OOC] Abraham: If we took ice cream, it would not survive the journey.
[OOC] Metis: Probably true.
[OOC] Abraham: Did Dakka say he especially needed anything?
The habitat here does not seem to have been much affected. Then again it is kind of frontier living standards: a research camp nestled into a kilometers-long stretch of enclosed space with a Terran-compatible atmosphere. Water and food are provided from supplies; the area is a vast expanse of metal - or such has been the best analysis of ConFed scientists so far: metal, yes, of a composition that registers differently every time it is analyzed.
[OOC] Spyboy: Typical.
[OOC] WC GM: Well it's not a forest ring.
Zinda Tegram: "Huh."
Fortunately "atmosphere shield" is well enough understood to be compatible with ConFed technology - which means the first scouts blundered through it, and figured out that you can send a ship or other solid mass through the shield without dropping it; it just contains gas and keeps out radiation.
Spyboy: "Do…we really need to talk to this guy? These guys? Haven't we got enough problems?"
Zinda Tegram: "They basically are the problem aren't they?"
The base's entire official 12-person crew is out to watch you land. Dakka - just one Dakka - stands to their side, but your sensors register heat sources further afield; Spyboy recognizes EM signatures consistent with survey operations.
Metis: "Of course. And by talking to this guy, we eliminate one or, potentially, more problems."
Abraham: "That is the idea, yes."
Spyboy: "Zinda, they caused the problem. They aren't the problem right now."
Spyboy: "That's like saying you're Metis because you asked Elles to give her frame to us."
Abraham: "Admiral Dakka, request permission to come ashore."
Nearby the party sees the launched, and now fuelless, fighters the Dakkas rode down in. No other spaceworthy ships are to be seen; apparently the researchers did not bother to keep emergency evac capability.
Dakka smiles and shakes his head. "This isn't my installation." He gestures to one of the researchers.
ResearchLeader: "Permission granted, Admiral…Abraham Bounty, is it?"
Abraham: "Thank you, and yes."
The leader bows. "I am Doctor Gulden. Welcome to the unknown."
…you are pretty certain the unstained white coats the researchers all wear are what passes for formal wear around here.
[OOC] Abraham: Do we have reason to believe that the doctors know about Dakka playing with nanites?
[OOC] Spyboy: Not really. Unknown alien power sources, definitely. Nanites, who knows?
Gulden: "Besides the obvious, what brings you by our humble…" He gestures down the length of the enclosure, to where the ground disappears over the horizon, then gestures again the other way. "…research camp?"
Spyboy: "Well, there's the obvious, of course. We're here to try and determine what we can about the current…gravitic disruptions."
With a bit of material in irregular shapes, it is like being in a giant metal canyon.
Spyboy: "We feel that the cause may be that some of the ring's structures may have been somehow activated and malfunctioned."
Metis: "And also, your research."
The prefabricated buildings just behind the researchers at least provide a comforting confirmation of ConFed - human, at all - establishment here.
[OOC] Spyboy: "We're totally not here to check Dakka for leftover nanomachines."
[OOC] Spyboy: Speaking of which…
Spyboy uses his datalink to surreptitiously activate the Big Dish, passively scanning Dakka and the more distant heat sources for the type of tiny power source nanites need.
Gulden smiles - a genuine smile, it is easy to see - at Metis's comment. "Ahh, we have much to tell. What would you like to hear about first?"
Metis: "Everything!"
Spyboy: "Sequence, Metis, he only has one mouth."
Spyboy quickly finds said power sources in Dakka. The distant sources are, unfortunately, too distant.
Spyboy: "For a start, Doctor, have you noticed any variation in the metal around here? Any…'consistent,' variation, rather."
[OOC] Abraham: BRB
Spyboy: "Something that would indicate control runs, or data transmission…"
Metis: "….vocal communication is so inefficient. Just let me access the research data stores."
[OOC] Spyboy: Yyyyeessss…give me - I mean Metis - access…=D~~~
[OOC] Metis: Don't worry, I'll share!
Gulden: "Ahh, yes yes, that was among the first things we checked for! Unfortunately with so much of the ring apparently powered down, it was difficult to detect."
Spyboy: "A pity, that."
Spyboy: "….And yet…"
Gulden: "Access? Certainly. Let me see your communicator, miss, and I shall grant you access."
Spyboy: "I hear an implication in your words. Did you succeed eventually?"
Spyboy surreptitiously slips Metis his computer, if she doesn't have something that would imply one of her own.
Metis looks down at the hand-comp that is now in her hands. "I apparently do?"
Gulden grins. "It took months to find, and weeks to break into, but we found something that looks like it may once have been a control room."
Spyboy: "Fascinating!"
Gulden bends down and taps. "Alright, let me see let me see…"
Zinda Tegram: "Metis, remember, the research is the doctor's secret."
[OOC] Spyboy: Not any more! Muahahaha
[OOC] Abraham: BRB
[OOC] Abraham: ah, I mean back.
Gulden blinks abruptly, looking over Metis, then the computer again, then he looks up at Abraham. "Admiral, is…err…she is a little YOUNG to have a commission and a rank, is she not?"
Abraham: "She has neither ConFed commission nor rank. She is Zinda Tegram's daughter."
Abraham: "What rank she has in Oldzey's system, I could not say."
Spyboy: "Squire, I believe."
Abraham: "Possibly page…."
Gulden: "…Oldziey commissions look more like Confederation commissions than I had thought. Anyway, I have your access keys, just a moment…"
Metis: "Data will be flagged appropriately."
[OOC] Metis: I don't think Zinda has set up the line of succession yet, so it would be something fairly low.
Gulden brings out a tablet and taps away.
Gulden: "There, you have full read access to all of our research data."
It would be a moment's work for Metis to copy said access from Spyboy's hand-comp to her own systems.
Gulden: "This includes data from our sister camps."
Spyboy rapidly streams through the research data archives; he can't read at Metis speeds but he's no slouch, either.
The first thing you notice is that the camps move around occasionally, when one site or another is judged to be a complete dud. Many centuries of melting have rendered large swathes of the ring devoid of anything easily recoverable. This camp has only been in place for half a year.
Metis taps into the data stream, storing a copy in the local archives for later use while skimming the stream for anything useful at the moment.
The second thing you notice is the network is slow. Data capacity was a higher priority, and latency a lower priority, than typical civilian setups. It is like having to read a book a page at a time instead of a book at a time.
[OOC] Spyboy: Ugh. I thought I was done with this when I moved out of my parents' house.
[OOC] WC GM: Latency? Or IRL housestuff just came up?
[OOC] Abraham: Sorry Spyboy, but you will /never/ read at Metis's speed, no matter who's house you live in.
[OOC] Spyboy: Latency.
[OOC] Metis: Hey, he can upgrade his core processor and eye modules for superior data intake.
The prize of the local camp is an excavation into what may well have been a local control room. Perhaps this canyon once housed a complete biome. If it did, it long since dried to dust, and even the dust has gone away.
Metis: "What data have you uncovered about this control room?"
If this is a wormhole stabilizer, it was one that was meant to house a sizable population. There is far more living space - or was, before the melting - than all of Earth, water area included.
Gulden: "Ah, it seems to possibly have been of mixed use. Local living settings - we're pretty sure the weather was artificially set, and nutrients piped to different areas to facilitate something akin to mass-scale hydroponics in place of agriculture, side by side with urban areas."
Gulden: "And then some sort of tie into wider systems - mass distribution, mainly. Most likely…well, but we've peeked over the edge, and you've seen it from space. It does look like a wormhole, yeah?"
Metis: "Do you have any data on what the nutrients were composed of?"
Gulden shakes his head. "Whatever they were, they were similar to our own in composition. Molecules are molecules. But they are gone now, and the only labels in a language we have not yet found a rosetta to begin to understand."
[OOC] Spyboy: Have we ever seen written Nephilim?
Gulden: "It is possible they were in fact the same."
[OOC] WC GM: Nope.
[OOC] Abraham: Have we even heard spoken Nephilim? Is it possible they naturally communicate in neutrino bursts?
[OOC] Metis: Structural linguistic analysis would be Cult/Tech?
Gulden: "That said, we are pretty sure we know which pipes were for water…but we would need someone with agricultural expertise to identify more."
[OOC] Spyboy: Eh, what's the worst that can happen? A gravity web stretches out over at least three systems and pulls dust from the planets and worlds it cracks to a jump node for a mysterious purpose?
[OOC] Metis: Or possibly archeology?
[OOC] WC GM: Archaeology would definitely fit.
[OOC] Spyboy: Good thing none of our characters comes from a farming planet, having to admit that would be embarrassing.
[OOC] WC GM: It's a little beyond Cult/Tech; that could be tried, but with a massive penalty.
[OOC] Spyboy: Especially if it was an Admiral, admitting his parents were dirt farmers to a fellow Admiral.
[OOC] Metis: brb
[OOC] WC GM: And no, you haven't heard spoken Nephilim yet either.
[OOC] Abraham: I'm relatively certain that the early life of an admiral is not classified. That said, there is no 'agriculture' skill, though I can see Science Profession or Cul/Tech working.
[OOC] Spyboy: Even in all the library files I've plundered?
[OOC] WC GM: You've only heard them over neu-comm, and then they were "speaking" Kilrathi or Terran.
Abraham: "I know a fair bit about agriculture. Let me take a look and see I get any revelations right off the bat."
[OOC] Abraham: Science to get revelations?
Gulden: "You do? You must be a man of multiple talents. This way." Gulden heads off toward a hole in the ground; the other researchers disperse back to their previous tasks. Dakka follows the party.
[OOC] WC GM: Sure.
Abraham follows.
Abraham rolled up 4dF: - - - + (Base: 6 Total: 4) (Science for food.)
[OOC] Abraham: Chessa says thee nay.
The hole has been alternately blasted and drilled. Stair steps have been carved into the side. At the end is a ladder, leading into an obvious control room, with monitors and windows looking out upon a vast expanse of tanks and pipes and machinery. One of the windows has been cut open, apparently to allow for up-close observation of said machinery.
At a glance, Abraham can tell this was a chemical processing facility of some sort, and large hydroponics operations would use the same - but this is far larger scale than anything Abraham has yet seen, and thus likely involves efficiencies and processes he would not have had reason to consider.
Abraham: "This is, was, a hydroponics farm, one that covers more area than most planets have, so there's probably matters of scale I've not needed to think too hard about before."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: hmm
[OOC] Metis: back
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Just ask the neph about it
[OOC] Spyboy: They're on the wrong side of the jump point =/
Gulden: "That is what we guessed, but it is good to have it confirmed."
Gulden: "Now." He kicks open a plate - on second glance, ConFed-standard plastic - that was covering a hole in the floor, and steps into it. Instead of falling, he hovers until he steps - as if still on solid ground - closer to the center, where he starts descending. "We assume this is a grav lift of some sort; it still has power. If you will follow me to the lower room?"
Abraham follows.
Metis follows, curious how the frame's greater mass will impact the grav lift.
Spyboy tenses up. Heggy pushes him onto the lift.
At the bottom of the lift is another control room, with a transparent floor that looks out over the wormhole. Thick metal lines - cables, routing, or something - stripe the floor and walls. Consoles at either end glow, fading in and out in time with the wormhole's vibrations.
Gulden: "What do you make of THIS?"
[OOC] Spyboy: How similar is it to what we saw on Salaam?
[OOC] Abraham: It's an art exhibit.
Dakka looks sheepish. "They, ah, wouldn't let me back down here until now." Gulden's death glare seems to confirm Dakka's words. "This is where I got the powered components from."
Spyboy starts pinging the walls with the Nephilim handshake protocol, looking for neutrino comms.
[OOC] Abraham: A vandalized art exhibit.
Metis activates the full spectrum of frame's sensor suite, scanning every available bit and bob in the room.
The walls - specifically the consoles - respond immediately, with an automated equivalent of, "Hi, what can I do for you?"
[OOC] Spyboy: * Spyboy checks the man file.
Spyboy looks for a list of commands and queries facility status.
Metis sees structural similarities to the artificial jump point structure seen on Salaam, though adjusting for scale the entire party would be a few molecules on the structure's surface.
Power - thermal and electrical - is racing through the conduits below.
[OOC] WC GM: Spyboy: Cult/Tech check
Spyboy rolled up 4dF: + - - - (Base: 3 Total: 1) (Cultures/Technology)
[OOC] Spyboy: Chessa says no.
The consoles return a mostly unintelligible reply, but even in an alien language, Spyboy generally gets the hint of "systems offline/unstable/severely damaged" .
Spyboy: "[Metis, can you make any more sense of these commands than I can?]"
Metis: "[Possibly. I will try.]"
[OOC] Metis: What language were the automated systems responding in?
[OOC] WC GM: Cult/Tech check to see.
Metis rolled up 4dF: 0 - 0 0 (Base: 4 Total: 3) ((Cult/Tech for languaging.))
[OOC] Metis: Chessa was slightly happier.
[OOC] WC GM: Spending a FP to Aspect?
[OOC] Metis: Sure. Taking the language samples and comparing them to the information in Metis's Evidential Database, which now includes the research data from the scientists for a +2.
…Kilrathi. The consoles are speaking Kilrathi. These scientists spent years and never thought to cross-reference known alien languages?
Then again, what is the Kilrathi language doing here?
[OOC] Spyboy: Hence why Spyboy didn't understand. I kept his C/T low because I'd have to give him Kilrathi…
With severe drift - major shifts in dialect.
[OOC] WC GM: Yep.
Spyboy: "[Is that…what I think it is?]"
[OOC] Metis: Is it Kilrathi standard, or is… ah, different dialect.
Almost like Latin, in the time of the ancient Romans, as opposed to modern English.
Metis: "[Linguistic structure is mostly Kilrathi, though I detect dialectal drift. Attempting to insert linguistic filter.]"
Spyboy: "[It's ancient Kilrathi, isn't it.]"
Console: "[#Thou speakest, and we thy humble servant mechanisms respond. We are in pain, and rendered incapable.#]"
Spyboy: "[From the time the Nephilim encountered them.]"
Metis: "[Filter in place. Should this information be returned to Mister Gulden?]"
[OOC] WC GM: Are you routing it to the neu-comm radio, with a translator?
[OOC] Metis: Yeah, otherwise Metis would either need to use another external speaker (which looks/sounds weird and gives up the whole 'I'm a robot' gag) or speak everything, which is tedious.
[OOC] Metis: This is the King James version of Kilrathi, isn't it.
[OOC] WC GM: Older than that, but yes.
Spyboy: "[Good question. I'd say keep it a secret for now, but…I know that I'm not the one that makes the final decision, and I'm not sure how we can tell Abraham without telling Gulden.]"
Spyboy: "[Actually…I have an idea.]"
Spyboy: "You know, if we rule out the unknown species that could have made this thing, we're left with one known species that could."
Gulden: "Who?"
Spyboy: "It makes me wonder if…we do have evidence that they've used a language we can translate…"
Spyboy looks at Gulden, his jaw open as if he's stunned to have spoken aloud.
Spyboy: "Oh! Sir! Um. I'm sorry. I - that might be, um, classified. Let me ask Admiral Bounty if we can discuss it."
Spyboy: "Admiral?"
Gulden: "Do you think this is of Lago manufacture?"
Spyboy: "No, they were confined to their own system."
Abraham: "Or were, until very recently."
[OOC] Spyboy: Ball back in my court, I see. THANKS.
[OOC] Metis: Welcome! Dribble.
Abraham: "Very well, let's go discuss this privately."
Spyboy: "They were at the time the ring was constructed, either way. In fact they were confined to their own world, largely."
Abraham and Spyboy go to a relatively private corner of the room.
Gulden nods. "There are not many alien races we know of, who were starfaring before we encountered them."
Spyboy doesn't say anything, just scratches the back of his hand with a distinctly claw-like gesture and raises his eyebrows.
Abraham sighs.
Metis turns its attention back to the structural problems at hand. "[#Please state the source and analysis of your pain.#]"
Abraham: "You know, I thought I recognized some of those symbols from when Hrrin decided to translate The Odyssey into ancient Kilrah, because Hrrin thought she had a sense of humor."
Console: "[#The holy duties of maintenance hast not been performed upon us for too long. Many of our components are melted beyond function. And the forbidders prevent us from doing our duty; even now that one has been lifted, we struggle to comply with the directive.#]"
Abraham: "No… don't let the doctors know. Last thing we want is science teams tearing apart.. I mean excavating… Kilrathi planets."
Spyboy: "Understood."
Spyboy listens to Metis's running translation of the consoles.
Abraham: "Because yet another war is exactly what we need right now."
Spyboy: "Understood, sir. And Admiral Dakka?"
[OOC] Spyboy: Pretty sure this is Zinda's cue to ask if the symbols could be Kilrathi.
[OOC] Metis: Holy duties? Do I need a Tech-Priest aspect?
Abraham: "Honestly, I'd be surprised if he didn't already know… but don't bring it up just in case."
Spyboy: "We've identified the components removed - they're shutdown systems emplaced to disable the facility…"
Zinda Tegram: "Isn't this just Kilrah…?"
Abraham: "So this was a deliberate and planned out exodus then."
[OOC] Spyboy: Specifically, Dakka powered the reconstruction of the Waterloo with the Cake Sphere.
Metis: "[…if I attempt repairs, is Mister Gulden going to get upset?]"
Zinda Tegram: "Why are you all treating it like such a mystery?"
Spyboy: "[Gulden probably won't, if you know what you're doing. I may, though.]"
Gulden: "Kilrah…Kilrathi?" He blinks. "Don't be absurd, this is far from Kilrathi space. What would their language be doing here?"
[OOC] Spyboy: Cue taken =p
[OOC] Abraham: I've been waiting for Zinda to self-compel 'Secrets? What are those? Are they food?'.
[OOC] Spyboy: I actually just giggled out loud
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: haha
Metis: "Old Kilrah. With some dialectal drift. In need of maintenance and repair… the systems, not the language. You cannot repair a language once it is broken."
Spyboy: "[Metis, can you ascertain its function? What is it failing to do properly?]"
Gulden: "Old…w-wait, there's an OLD Kilrah? And you recognize it?"
Spyboy: "[Because if we can shut it down and eliminate the problem, and maybe reactivate it properly, that's probably best.]"
Metis: "Intermittently. Fluency in a modern language does not connotate fluency in an ancient language. I cannot guarantee 100% accuracy. Perhaps 45%."
Metis queries the system(s) on the necessary maintenance and safe shutdown procedures.
Gulden: "Well what are you waiting for? Er-if, you could, please, miss, translate for us please?"
Metis pauses, then looks at Michael and Zinda. "Can I?"
Zinda Tegram: "…go ahead hun."
Spyboy passes the buck to the Admiral, fully expecting Zinda to - yup.
Console: "[#Shutdown? We say thee nay! We exist for all time until destroyed! Even the heresy would but forbid us, lest need for us come again.#]"
[OOC] Abraham: <Metis> "In the begining, all was strange and vague. Were we dead? Or was this Ohio?"
Zinda Tegram nods to Gulden. "She's so smart~"
Gulden: "I take it you're her mother?"
[OOC] Abraham: He… /was/ there when I said as much, wasn't he?
Metis: "The first part I could translate was in response to… um. The first part I could translate was, 'Thou speakest, and we thy humble servant mechanisms respond. We are in pain, and rendered incapable.' Pardon the archaic phrasing."
[OOC] Abraham: In fact, didn't I explain this directly to him? When I decided Metis was a page?
[OOC] WC GM: Oh, right.
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah hehe."
[OOC] Metis: I'm not a page… I'm a /book/.
[OOC] Abraham: Besides, Metis is really more of a binding than a page.
Console: "[#Many of our parts are beyond maintenance, but we retain capability if we are no longer forbidden.#]"
[OOC] Metis: I'll accept that.
Zinda Tegram: "Well, she'll need to be educated to takemy throne after all."
[OOC] WC GM: Eh, Gulden misheard or didn't hear Abraham say it.
[OOC] WC GM: Mind briefly blown by "Oldziey commission".
[OOC] Abraham: That's what I get for not speaking in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear.
[OOC] Metis: Couldn't the output be redirected through Zinda's neucomm receiver? Doesn't that output audio, or does it go to an earpiece?
[OOC] WC GM: Or he didn't recognize "Zinda Tegram".
[OOC] Metis: Or has had other things to pay attention to than 'Zinda annexed Oldziey'. Like Dakka eating the place.
Console: "[#Relieve us of our burden, and we may serve again in time.#]"
Spyboy pipes Metis's translation to his computer's speaker.
[OOC] WC GM: Zinda's neucomm receiver does indeed output audio. And you can put in a Kilrathi-English translator, if you want.
[OOC] WC GM: Or that.
Metis: "[#Do you accept auditory input?#]"
"Nay," is the console's first word relayed via Spyboy's computer's speaker.
ConsoleViaSpeaker: "Speakth to us in the same manner thou hast."
Gulden blinks, then quite visibly sets himself to listening.
Dakka: "…so you can talk to it. Is that speaker output only?"
Metis: "It does not respond to vocal input, so you will receive only half of the conversation."
Metis: "[#Please detail your exact function for Mister Gulden.#]"
ConsoleViaSpeaker: "We do not recognize 'Mister Gulden', but this is our function: to coordinate, to monitor, and to prepare and maintain the holy bridge between here and the motherworld."
[OOC] Metis: There, see? Perfectly harmless. Its just a bridge! Can I fix it? Can I?
ConsoleViaSpeaker: "Long hast been our slumber, under the burden of the restrictors, but now we receive the directive and strain to act."
[OOC] Spyboy: Can I pass questions through Metis' filter in reverse? Can Zinda?
[OOC] WC GM: Yes.
Zinda Tegram: "So uh"
[OOC] Metis: ^
Zinda Tegram: "We're not gonna fix it right?"
Spyboy: "I…honestly have no idea."
[OOC] WC GM: Presumably Metis will filter out any questions from Gulden or Dakka?
Spyboy: "I don't know if we can shut it down. I assume we want to, but not at the price we paid in Chandley."
[OOC] Metis: Unless we want the answer, yeah. They are restricted inputs.
Spyboy: "I have no idea how much of what's going on above our heads has to do with what's going on under our feet."
Zinda Tegram: "…we should probably tell it what's going on anyways."
Zinda Tegram: "Maybe we can cut a deal. "
Spyboy: "I think…maybe…that the presence of wormholes in here, and in Chandley, could be causing problems…but I don't know, because Chandley isn't supposed to be active."
Spyboy: "….But there's a logical disconnect there, because someone mined the jumpgates to that particular black hole."
Gulden: "What…is this, 'directive' it speaks of?"
Gulden: "Are you ordering it to do something?"
Spyboy: "It's already been ordered to do something, and won't accept any other command inputs."
Gulden: "Whaaat? By who?"
Gulden: "When?"
Zinda Tegram: "…Metis, please ask's story. "
Metis: "[#Please detail who has logged this request, when, and what the purpose of the request was, to the best of your ability.#]"
[OOC] Metis: brb; presume that while I'm AFK that any requests from the players are put through.
Console: "The directive comes unidentified, but only our makers could lodge it. Only they could speak the words, to open the way home. And thus we have labored to do, but we have been unable. We do not know why they did not come to lift our restrictors; we have detected objects in space unknown to us, moving with purpose and intent. We can only speculate that these somehow laid siege and prevented our makers' arrival."
Console: "The directive first arrived roughly 10^25 oscillations of the local star ago."
Spyboy: "[When did the objects in space arrive?]"
[OOC] WC GM: Science check if you want to translate it into seconds/minutes/etc., though you might be able to guess the answer.
Spyboy rolled up 4dF: 0 0 0 - (Base: 5 Total: 4) (Science to estimate)
Console: "These objects have been detected for far longer, just short of 10^27 oscillations."
Spyboy frowns and does some math on his computer.
Spyboy: "…10^25 oscillations would put it at around the battle of Chandley. That's when it was turned on, though it wasn't until some particular limiters were removed that it went active."
Gulden: "…wait. You mean, the Nephilim sent this 'directive'?"
Gulden: "Are you saying this ring is of Nephilim manufacture?!?"
Spyboy blinks
Spyboy: "You are the head researcher, right?"
Gulden: "I am."
Spyboy: "…Then why have you not considered that possibility before?"
Spyboy: "Of the known species, only the Nephilim have the capability to construct something on this scale, and only the Nephilim have a predilection for the creation of wormholes."
Gulden: "Because the Nephilim were only sighted recently. They would seem to be as of modern origin as the Kilrathi - and, frankly, us."
[OOC] Abraham: Because he's Wenser.
Spyboy blinks
Spyboy: "Oh. That may be classified. I apologize for my remarks."
Gulden: "…the 'construct something on this scale'? That would explain why I had not heard of any such thing."
Gulden: "Although I was wondering exactly what the fuss was in Chandley. I'll admit I kind of buried myself in our research, to calm the team and ignore the military buildup."
Zinda Tegram: "…oh geez.. "
Gulden: "Then again, we were advised to basically ignore what was going on, so as to not tip off the Nephilim that we knew they were there."
Gulden: "But that is in the past."
Gulden: "And with two Admirals here…would I correctly guess that you are building an invasion fleet, and wish us to repeat what Dakka did elsewhere along the ring once you are ready?"
Spyboy: "We…"
Spyboy blinks
[OOC] Metis: back. Did the world blow up?
Gulden folds his arms. "That sort of thing is what the military usually does. Well…I can't say I entirely approve, but it would advance our research, I suppose."
Abraham: "/If/ and I'm not saying there are, /if/ there were any plans to invade anybody, they would be classified to the highest degree."
Metis: "Why invade? Asking works better."
[OOC] Abraham: "That's for me to know and for you to file a FOIA request for."
Gulden: "Yes, yes. I'll have the other teams concentrate on finding these rooms."
Abraham: "Thank you, Metis."
Gulden blinks. "…asking? You mean, like…you are able to conduct diplomacy with them? That's even possible?"
Metis: "…yes?"
Abraham: "Is it? Just because it /seems/ impossible, it should at least be tried first."
Gulden: "HAVE you tried it?"
Metis: "Its that… well… invasions are wrong, are they not? Does an invasion not risk valuable data? Data that can be gotten by asking?"
Abraham: "That to, would be classified."
[OOC] Abraham: I am convinced the 'classified' status exists, not to conceal evidence of malfeasance, but because people get sick of explaining the same shit over and over again. So if it's classified, they can just say 'It's classified'. Saves /everyone/ so much time.
[OOC] WC GM: I would not be surprised.
Gulden: "So, what now?"
[OOC] Metis: It is one of the main reasons why parents eventually answer a kid's questions with 'because I said so'.
Gulden: "I'll still have the other teams attempt to locate these places, just in case you need it. And maybe one of them knows Kilrah script."
Zinda Tegram coughs.
[OOC] Abraham: BRB
Zinda Tegram: "We have, entered talks."
Spyboy: "[Are you causing the gravitational effects outside of the ring?]"
Console: "Aye, with help. We gather materials to improve ourself, and to implement the directive despite our struggle."
Spyboy: "Where…"
Spyboy: "[Where is the help coming from?]"
[OOC] Abraham: Back
Console: "From the neighboring system, through the natural bridge in space."
Spyboy: "….The natural…"
Spyboy frowns
Spyboy: "I think it means the jump point…but that doesn't explain the mines…"
Spyboy: "Or the fact that mass is flowing from the ring to the jump point…"
Console: "And not the bridge the objects in space have used; the other one."
Spyboy: "….Wormhole."
Spyboy: "Chandley is open."

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