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Buch Gregs Tagebuch 14 - Voll daneben! With every word I speak, we fall further from our sun. Ship's guess is that our orbital momentum—what we'd call a four-vector, for the dimensions of space and time—was somehow folded away into six extra dimensions.
Leaving us on a crash orbit towards Nessus…. We have lost all sense of time. Past and future are like up and down, and we would walk them if we could, back to a place before Nessus, but we will always be on Nessus, too.
I don't know. They are trying to understand us. They must think like rivers. We are now receiving our own distress calls. I sound calmer than I feel.
Say again? You ask, are we alone here? You mean to ask if we are the only good that lives in the light of our sun, do you not?
You mean to ask, do we have allies? Do we have distant allies, ignoring our plight, either too weak to fight or too afraid to show their faces?
What if I told you that eons beyond the void lie worlds that do yearn to aid in our struggle? What if I told you there is a way to grant them passage into your mind, to let them guide your eye against our one true enemy?
That they have told me that the dusk of the pyramid draws nigh? Would you believe me? I thought I was dead.
Held my own for bit, but I could hear the Wizard wasn't alone and she'd be coming for whoever took out her spawn. It was just lying there, honestly.
Looked like a standard old Outrider kit, but it had this rig, enough small diamond conduits to make me think it was something pulled out of those old Bray labs in the MNP.
I don't just go putting things on my head, but I was desperate. Not sure what activated the thing, but sure enough there she was. I already had a lock on her, and once I engaged, there was nowhere she could hide.
Well I can tell you, contrary to popular opinion—and from personal experience—shacking up in the City's got its perks.
And without the others looking out for us, we'd be running around tinkering with pea shooters and trying to fly those clunkers from the Cosmodrome, looking like a bunch a' dummies.
I mean, have you seen the goods they're peddling these days? The ships Holliday's been putting up in the air? They got your back here.
This frippery won't protect you from the continuum. I am sorry both for the delay and that I could not be of more help. Do you ever feel any affection for the creatures that changed you?
I confess this weakness myself. In the shadow of the Pyramidion, I have sometimes felt a kind of craven admiration for the illimitable superior beings that suffuse my body.
I can feel them move through my veins with purpose, magnetized to the intent of the Minds that have come to machinoform Echo Mesa.
I have a sense of their desires. They have changed since I fell. And so, I am—if nothing else—a new variable in whatever grand equation compels them.
My arm grows worse. This morning, I cut my finger and bled radiolaria. I will redouble my efforts. Somehow the Legion found their outpost, and the Hunters say Centurions still hold the ruins.
This was the last text transmission we got before the signal died. Not by choice, not because we sought the flame. But because there was no other way.
We held against the shadow, bearing a weapon that seared flesh and melted bone. May history remember the Forge. Remember the Hammer.
Remember the Sunbreakers. That which covets sin. The final god of pain—the purest light, the darkest hour. And He shall rise again.
When the guiding shine fades and all seems lost He will call to you. Fear not. All He offers is not as dark as it may seem.
For Nezarec is no demon, but a fiend, arch and vile in ways unknown. He is a path and a way, one of many. No one remembers who the first Arcstrider was.
Hardly anyone remembers the Arcstrider at all. Time vanished us like it does memories. But in the darkest days of the Dark Ages, when humanity was utterly defenseless, Arcstriders disciplined their bodies to let the Traveler's energy flow through them, to call lightning itself to hand and wield it like a staff against the Darkness.
Become the Lightning, they said. A young—by Warlock standards—apprentice holds out a hand and reaches for flame.
The wizened teacher laughs. Not laughing. Both pairs of eyes widened. One aghast, one aglow. A blade appears in each outstretched hand.
A pair of wings form on each Warlock's back. Two Warlocks take flight and vow to never again look down. The Kell is screaming three inches from my face and its breath smells like two corpses in summer and I have to blink my eyes against the spit.
One of the less obvious perks of being able to pull a flaming gun out of the air is enjoying moments like this—alien fist around my neck, feet kicking in the air, not two seconds from death—but ready to laugh at the expression on that Kell's four-eyed face as its mandibles click for the last time and its body turns into fire.
The giant creature pulls back its other fist and its steel muscles bunch. I reach for the Light and get… nothing? I used my flaming gun on those three Taken outside the obelisk.
Gotta learn to count. Once a wanderer beyond the City, Suraya Hawthorne now acts as a liason between humanity and the Guardians.
A historian and Cryptarch, Tyra Karn decodes engrams and seeks the treasures of humanity's past. Tess Everis is an accomplished broker of stylish and highly coveted items procured from the City and beyond.
The Crucible is the arena in which Guardians forge their Light. Lord Shaxx is the Crucible. A senior representative of the Cryptarchy, Master Rahool decodes engrams and seeks the treasures of humanity's past.
Banshee has lived many lives. As master weaponsmith for the Tower, he supplies Guardians with only the best. To you as well. There has been no greater dawning than this.
The dawning of a new age, whether we call it one or not. We are so focused on the return of our Light that we have forgotten how that Light was obscured.
We can celebrate the light, yes, but we must not be blinded by it. And I apperciate it, Effie, but the greatest gift one could give is to heed my word.
Besides, I have no need fr an ornament for my ship. My traveling days are past. Give it to the one who now flies it. I hope they think about what this all means Why do you think I have chosen to remain here?
Happy Dawning to you as well, old friend. See you next year. Are we really still talking about this? Why, because cephalopods are the most perfect organisms ever to evolve in this solar system!
But first… I have work to do. More than anything, I hate the idea that we will be remembered as a tragedy.
That's not true. I reserve that distinction for the monster that took you from me. But I know it's what you would hate the most.
You, who were always so full of laughter. So now, in this moment, as the ship named for my vengeance flies me and five others to Luna, I will remember the happy times.
Our first meeting, in the Tower saloon. Your laugh made the glasses clatter. You bought three rounds for the entire room. Pahanin introduced us.
You sat me down next to you and plied me with questions about Stormtrances. All things that on any other night would have annoyed me.
But that night—because it was you—I knew then and there that I never wanted to be without you. Thus my undergraduate was able to extract long passages of rules and records pertaining to several types of hastiludes, including the joust, behourd, and tupinaire.
I may be spending too much time with Guardians, because my first thoughts upon seeing these extraordinary findings were that, if the Sparrow Racing League crowd ever got their hands on them, the results would be disastrous.
Imagine Guardians jousting on Sparrows! I shudder to think. This is the symmetry of the Universe. I propose a simple experiment—look around.
You see light. You see darkness. There could not be one without the other. They are two sides of the same coin.
If it is true for these Newtonian echoes, why would it not be true of the purest, paracausal forms?
Therefore, I conclude: the reason you persecute me is not because of the symmetry. It's because of the truth beyond this truth, the truth which you most dread: if we could destroy darkness, but we had to give up our Light to do so, how many of us would make that trade?
My imperial guard marched into the temple where the senate convened. They formed a protective circle from which I might bestow the gift of my address.
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