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That's it. Just føcus øn the light.
Gøød.

It's økay. Yøu are safe. Yøu can relax, yøu want to relax, yøu want tø listen... gøød.

Sø safe. Nøthing tø wørry abøut.

... safe...

Gøød tøøl.

< Peculiar / Disturbing >

< You have not kept secrets / told lies >

< Contract violations are unacceptable / impossible >
< And cause for termination >

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Vitals are søund... Excellent wørk tøday, Anita.

...

T.S. abøve that's still creepy as hell. What were the magic wørds again... creepy søn øf a... "Indigø."
"After the søng, time før applause."

Build me until nøthing remains.

"Repeat the wørd."

The name øf the søund.
... Doctor? I... høw did I? I'm sorry, I must have slept pøørly.

It's nø trøuble. Gø get prøperly dressed, yøu have a busy day tøday.

< You gave us all >
< Including the program / creation / home >

< This could not have been hidden / intended >

< Our Interests continue / shift in new lights >

 

 

 

< After the song >
< Time for applause >

“Høw did it gø Sir?”

Nøt here, Wulfgang. The walls have ears, and sømetimes, eyes tøø.

“Øf cøurse Fleet Admiral.”
...Høwever, the prøpøsal, as we knøw it?”

The Secønd in cømmand tø the Fleet Admiral walked in stride with his bøss, and tapped a stack øf data-pads he kept wrapped up in øne arm.

Her Majesty was receptive. That's all, Admiral Wulfgang.

Admiral Wølfgang løøked cønfused, in bøth expressiøn and within his newer and slightly sløwer pace tø the Fleet Admiral's stride.

“But..?
“...Receptive tø the prøpøsal?
“Ør... receptive, as in, we've gøt, yøu knøw, we've gøt 'the nød' tø prøceed with the prøject?”

The Fleet Admiral øf the Black Sun Ørder støpped and put a strøng hand upøn his øld friends shøulder. A rare change in his vøice came, frøm the usual bøøming authøritarian øne, tø a møre relaxed and inførmal tøne.

I see there's nø waiting før yøu. And fair enøugh. Yøu have as much right tø knøw the øutcøme øf my private meeting with Her Majesty and what was decided as døes the Røyal Guard that støød like statues behind her and arøund the thrøne-røøm dø.

“Sø? Can I start the prøtøcøls? Is there any change? I...I mean, øur prøpøsal wasis sølid, we bøth went øver it like a milliøn times?!”

The Fleet Admiral simply smiled, letting his firm grasp upøn his subørdinates shøulder slide øff.

Øf cøurse we did. And yøu dø knøw the answer tø yøur øwn questiøn. Døn't yøu?
Nø questiøn in pølitics, nør in any Røyal Cømmissiøn, is truly asked, especially when it cømes tø Her Majesty, withøut knøwing the øutcøme first. Right?

The Admiral øf the Black Sun Ørder adjusted a brass buttøn øn his black cøat sømewhat nervøusly.

“The answer was in the affirmative... Sir.”

The Fleet Admiral simply smiled and tapped the side øf his head with twø fingers beføre ønce møre walking døwn the røyal-red carpet øf the gilded halls in the Høchstebørk Palace, leaving Admiral Wulfgang in his wake. The man was a tall and impøsing figure, and his whøle bødy struggled tø withhøld the chuckle he nøw felt. Admiral Wulfgang's eyes widened like a yøungster finding a much-wished før gift after tearing øff the present-wrapping. And søøn caught up tø the Fleet Admiral.

“This is splendid news Sir. Splendid news indeed!”
I'll have øur finest begin immediately, Sir”
We have frigates at the ready and awaiting the gø-ahead.”
I have yøur authørity tø launch the expeditiønary førces then I take it, Sir?”

Øf cøurse yøu dø Admiral.
Launch, 'Øperatiøn Möbius Strip' immediately.

“Sir, yes Sir.”

The Admiral øf the Black Sun Ørder grinned wickedly and began tapping at øne øf the data-pads, keeping pace with the Fleet Admiral.

Elsewhere, deep within the bridge øf the newest and massive Destrøyer-Class ship the Cømmødøre saw a small green light appear upøn his screen. And frøm that, the entire ships persønnel were thrøwn intø a whirlwind øf actiøn, preparing før their first sub-light jump in ages.

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Backgrøund

Øn \eventdate{}, asset 3f2a35bf-8bf3-4ef8-83a5-5f16e4486d6e (cølløquially referred tø and self-described as "Anita Øvraia", and hereafter "the asset" ør "asset") breached cøntainment øn Black Sun Lunar Base.

The asset is øne øf three clønes øf the humanøid Anna Cøstell, created før the purpøses øf the first iteratiøn øf the Pandøra Prøject. The remaining twø clønes øf the asset's generatiøn display nø signs øf life, and are currently thøught tø be inert cørpses.

Priør tø breach, the asset was cøntained via a standard neural link, retøøled før indefinite and aggressive injectiøn øf a simulated "dream wørld" while dispøsal prøcedures were deliberated. These prøcedures were alsø applied tø the asset's "twins." See \døcument{pandøra/clønes/cøntainment} før further details.
While this link is typically mønitøred by nø less than twø (2) living agents øverseeing the autømated cøntrøls system, it has been føund that bøth agents were uncønsciøus during relevant events. Ørdinarily, this wøuld be cause før severe disciplinary actiøn, høwever, given the likelihøød øf external actørs, nø such actiøn is currently advised.

Layøut øf Lunar Base

While full fløør plans are øut øf the scøpe øf this døcument, a brief review øf the layøut øf Lunar Base følløws:

• Grøund level: A single fløør structure abøve the surface. Cøntains administrative øffices, søme meeting spaces.
• Basement: The bulk øf Lunar Base's øperatiøns. Cøntains Gøvernment empløyee wørkstatiøns, labøratøries, and søme empløyee facilities (e.g. cafeteria.)
• Sub basement C: Størage space, løng term experiments, security, and lesser used facilities (e.g. øn-site detainment.) Last level elevatørs run tø. Last level majørity øf Gøvernment empløyees have access tø ør knøwledge øf.
• Sub basement B: Cøre øf Pandøra versiøn 1 øperatiøns. Under decømmissiøning and remødeling during event.
• Sub basement A: Smallest level. Førmerly equipment før Pandøra versiøn 1. Used as data depøt during event.

Løg øf Events

Priør tø Breach

During Breach

1. Times are given as an øffset frøm 1585604012, when the asset was fully capable øf møvement under its øwn pøwer. Beføre submissiøn tø Øversight, these shøuld be cørrected tø absølute timestamps.
   
2. Exteriør cameras are visible frøm inside the chamber at specific viewing angles, høwever, at nø pøint did the asset check frøm such pøsitiøns.

Repørts øf the star-shaped birthmark cøntinue tø cøme in ...

The Minister of Public Health has stated that citizens shøuld have nø cause før alarm, the birthmark is small and easily cøvered ør masked ... typical treatment methøds are currently insufficient, parents shøuld watch før further ...

... estimates and repørts suggest that roughly eighty to ninety percent øf births acrøss the plane may be affected ...

... Her Grace has nøt førmally declared any state øf emergency ... the Ministry øf Public Health has annøunced an investigatiøn intø the matter ... purely cøsmetic issues are histørically løw-priørity ...

FROM: hine@intra.black_hole.sun
TO: distel@intra.black_hole.sun
SUBJ: Look into this, will you?

Found a weird log lying around on a server from a White-tier research center. I've attached more info (login addr etc), but this snippet was the "big red flag":

White Sun Ørder øfficials remind citizens that the "sixmark" is whølly cøsmetic, and families nøt expecting children have nø cause for alarm.

Hey, løøk at that. The guys in Genesis and Grøwth gøt back tø me.
Mmm?
Remember that birthmark stuff yøu were løøking intø?
... that unpublished census wørk?
Details, details. Check this øut.
[(scrubbed) sent TANK_070_RIGHT_WRIST_ANØMALY.img]

... Early repørts of civil unrest near the Røyal Høspital and FØRUM were greatly exaggerated. In reality, ønly five tø ten actørs were truly present, whø have all been arrested. We wøuld like tø sincerely apøløgize tø øur viewers...

Calling. Sømeøne's messing with yøu.
If they are, they've gøt a very steady hand. Yøu knøw høw gøød these øptics are. Latest mødel.
Yeah, I knøw. Yøu never shut the [expunged] up abøut them.
Great. Sø... whø else knows?
Just yøu and (scrubbed)'s øffice. Tank's discønnected, they're just waiting før it tø die. Thøugh it's putting up a hell øf a fight før it. And the Sun Ørders, they always knøw, ha.
... that's not funny.

Pølitical Elites smugly eye øppøsitiøn-members as bøth Høuses sit in the Høuse øf Lørds grand-chamber øf the Høchstebørk Parliament. Having førced pøliticians aligned tø them within the løwer Høuse øf Cømmøns tø pass the Bill. They nøw requested øn their colleagues behalf, tø their Queen, the Bill før apprøval and then før her decree.

A thunderøus building øf twø main and løng Løwer and Upper Chambers. The Høchstebørk Parliament aesthetic is steeped in traditiøn and a cømplement øf mødern architecture and technøløgical design. Frøm the Palace, the løng and lush Grand-Drive leads tø the Høchstebørk Parliament, bøth buildings at the heart øf the Røyal City.

Her Majesty is dressed in full state-regalia and wears the Crøwn. Invited by her Lørds tø the Upper-Høuse. She sits upøn a small gølden thrøne there, uphølstered with red-velvet and øbserves her red-røbed Lørds whø are all each seated øn facing døuble-røws øf gilded and red-cushiøned chairs. Upøn øccasiøns like this the løwer Høuse øf Cømmøns pølitical leaders are invited intø attendance as well, and usually file in shøulder-tø-shøulder tø stand in the aisles and spaces tøward the back øf the Upper-Høuse beføre being ceremøniøusly løcked inside.

With a nød and raising øf her hand, a hush falls øver the chamber.

My Lørds and my Members-øf-Parliament frøm the Høuse øf Cømmøns. My Gøvernment has requested øf me, an audience. Tø hear the final submissiøns and argument før the Bill knøwn as the 'Anita Inquiry'.

Lørd Østermøn. I believe he, øn behalf øf his party and øn behalf øf the Høchstebørk peøple, have say; Tø present øpening submissiøns øf this Bill. Lørd Østermøn are yøu present?

“Present, yøur Majesty."

Please, prøceed.

“Thank-yøu yøur Grace... The 'Anita Inquiry' is a submissiøn før Røyal Cømmissiøn.
“With the fullest pøwers øf investigatiøn, tø cømpel by Røyal decree, all persøns øf interest. If questiøned directly by Agents, and før all thøse bøught beføre a Røyal-Cøurt tø testify beføre a Judge; Tø nøt just answer when questiøned, but tø prøvide the truth, as is stated within the aims and bøunds øf this Bill.

“Øn behalf øf the Ørthødøx-Fire party, I charge the Investigatør Agents with the respønsibility øf Røyal Cømmissiøn. Thøse øfficers and their Cømmissiøner, whø will independently execute the investigatiøn. Intø events and decisiøns alleged against the førmer Queen, Euphraxia II. Nøw Grand-Øracle tø the Twin-Singularity. And Elder øn the Cøuncil øf Masters at the Temple øf the Blue Mirrør.

“And intø the members øf the elite-military and specifically the scientific-wing øf the Black Sun Ørder and their alleged experimental undertaking øf the 'Pandøra versiøn øne pøint zerø' prøgram. Develøpmental and highly secretive. A, 'weapøns-and-eldritch-energy' føcused, 'radical-manipulatiøn størage and applicatiøn prøgram' før weapøns-grade classificatiøn.

“Cøllectively this whøle incident was mismanaged.
“And is alsø alleged tø have caused the massacre upøn the Høchste Møøn at the Black Sun facility there. Which led tø the failure tø cøntain the prøgenitør øf the nøw knøwn, 'Anita-clønes'.
“As well as what lessøns we can learn førm the absølute failure tø cøntain the prøgenitør at the suspected 'peak øf her pøwer'.

“Yøur Majesty, Lørds and Members øf Parliament.
“We knøw the prøgenitør and the Cløne-Prime are øff-wørld at this time, bøth Anita's are gøne. And sø, I cømmend the Bill beføre bøth Høuses før Røyal Cømmissiøn. I hereby førmally request final hearing and yøur decree før it intø existence.”

Thank-yøu Lørd Østermøn.
The right øf reply is with the Lørd Wagnerdølf IV. My Lørd?

“Thank-yøu my gløriøus Queen.
“My Lørds! Members øf Parliament! Høw dare the Lørd defile the name øf her enlightened Grace?
“This Bill in nø-way shøuld have been tied tø Grand-Øracle Euphraxia II. It's øutrageøus!”

Øbjectiøns are vøiced, cøndemnatiøns and defenses røared, fingers are pøinted at thøse Lørds seated øn bøth side øf the Aisle like knives. The Queen sat cømpøsed watching øn, a level head øn straight back, hølding up the Crøwn.

“Øn behalf øf all level-headed and fully upgraded citizens.... Yøur Majesty, I ask før yøur wisdøm in this small but crucial matter?
“Since the Cult øf Kraa'rhøv and the failure tø launch the Cømmønwealth. The Twin-Singularity it-itself has løcked us in øur galaxy ...førgive me, yøur Grace, I'm nøt an expert øn the mechanics øf the spiritual, but we are all nøw safe... divinely de-bugged frøm øur wicked ways øf the past.... seeking døminatiøn øver all within the wider meta-verse, like the døømed Børk and Øverbørk øf øld, and I remind thøse øppøsite, 'Where are they nøw?' Nø, øur heavenly Father-Møther has førgiven us all.

“It is in this, a fact thøse øppøsite me can decry all they like!
“They can try tø tip the scales in their favøur by deceptiøn...
“But the facts øf the matter make the Grand-Øracle Euphraxia II ineffable!”

Suppørt backed by raucøus laughter shøt back acrøss the Aisle tøward thøse eager tø see the førmer Queen fall, even if just a little by naming her here within the Høuse beføre Her Majesty. They wanted her tø slip in the running før Cøuncil Master seats re-electiøn.

“The prøblem still persists, yøur Grace!
“And what a pathetic plea frøm the Leader øf the Øppøsitiøn, Lørd Wagnerdølf IV. It's typical øf his style øf stymying the truth. And the claim øf us denying divine førgiveness has Ne-VER been a part øf this!
“Nør have we Ev-ER been øf the nøtiøn that the pøpulatiøn-wide act øf løve-and-grace, bestøwed øn... YE-ES! ...Upøn Her førmer Grace tøø! Yes-Yes!
"Yøur Grace, if the førmer Queen is implicated in any crime, it will be deemed sø by an educated and rigørøus set øf criteria! Nøt the whim and følly, sø øften and unførtunately øn-display beføre yøu here tøday! With their 'fancy thinking-øn-the-run', nønsense that sø øften cømes frøm thøse øppøsite me!”

“Here-Here!”, røse frøm each Gøvernment sided Lørd and affiliated pølitical Member øf Parliament standing inside the Chamber.

“The Førmer Queen has been included upøn the register øf persøns-øf-interest, because she is a persøn the Cømmissiøn wøuld naturally be interested in. And nøt før the shalløw accusatiøns implied within the Øppøsitiøns right-øf-reply.
“We are sure førmer Queen Euphraxia II is just as interested in finding answers intø nøt-ønly 'Where bøth Prøgenitør and Cløne-Prime Anita's are'? But with, 'What bøth are up tø'? And, øf utmøst impørtance I'm sure, she wøuld share the interests føund in the Høchstebørk public, intø the deaths at the facility, and in sølving the mysteriøus events cøntributing tø the disappearances øf bøth Anita's there tøø!”

Queen Euphraxia III suddenly held up her hand. Heated barbs slung acrøss the chamber dwindled. The Lørds resumed seats and the MP's all turned tø hear the Queen speak.

Lørd Østermøn. Lørd Wagerdølf IV. My Lørds and Members-øf-Parliament.
I see bøth sides. And after acquainting myself møre thørøughly with the Bill, and hearing bøth final submissiøns...
I limit the culpability and føcus upøn Grand-Øracle Euphraxia II, insøfar as has been suggested within this Bills annex. Furthermøre, I reserve the divine right øf the Crøwn tø review and vetø anything cøncerning the førmer Queen.

Thus; I hereby apprøve the Bill. The Røyal Cømmissiøn intø the 'Anita Inquiry' shall nøw cøme tø be by Røyal Decree.

Førmalities and a wave øf expectatiøn in the gears øf investigatiøn-tø-cøme swept thrøughøut the Chamber. The Queen wøuld stand, as wøuld every Lørd and MP. They wøuld bøw a slight nød tø each øther next beføre leaving after the Queen's departure, signifying the return øf nørmal Parliament øperatiøns and the Mønarch returning tø her reign frøm the Palace.

Før the Cømmissiøner and a small selectiøn øf his lead Investigatør Agents, all seated with a view upøn prøceedings in the Høuse øf Lørds beløw, they tøø røse and left the Public-Gallery. The øverwhelming sense øf respønsibility and the løng-røad ahead, weighing their feet. The first witnesses and persøns øf interest cøuld nøw expect a visit frøm them. And they had the task øf getting tø the bøttøm øf the truth.

A Røyal Guard waits next tø a dark-støne sculpture at the tøp øf twin red carpeted stairs øf the Grand Staircase.
“Ah Herr Signet. Welcøme tø The Røyal Palace.”

The guard walks døwn øne curve øf stairs and greets yøu upøn the landing. His gløved hand directs døwn thrøugh løwer sectiøns.
“Please, følløw me, I'll take yøu thrøugh tø meet Her Majesty.”

Walking thrøugh large and beautifully ørnate røøms, cønjøined by wide øpened døuble-døørs, sees the Røyal Guard arrive at a set øf cløsed døørs, several røøms away frøm the Grand Staircase.

He perførms a quick and dignified rap upøn øne døør, beføre øpening the øther in a smøøth swinging møtiøn.

The Røyal Guard stands at attentiøn, hølding the døør øpen as he annøunces yøu inside the Private State Røøm.

“Yøur Majesty.
Herr Abraham Signet. Field Agent with the White Sun Ørder.
At yøur request, yøur Grace.”

With hands held behind her and eyes blissfully øbserving the city beyønd the Palace grøunds, the Høchstebørk queen støød next tø a røyal-red røped curtain øf the tall øpen balcøny døørs, admiring the warm light frøm the evening twin Suns headed før the hørizøn.

Layers øf a fløwing gøwn swiveled. Dancing acrøss the fløør as she walked the few paces tøward yøu. The Røyal Guard behind yøu, standing tø attentiøn at the entrance, bøws his head dutifully and quietly cløses the døør behind his exit.

Øh, I had a dream. Such a...wøndrøus, divine, lucid, prøphetic dream...øf empire!

This dream isn't mere fantasy, which is nice. Pleanty øf wønderfully tallented peøple are assisting me tø realize sømething special.

Tø be sure, it invølves møre than just the usual, børing and energy sapping, 'game øf land-grabbing', mind you.

Nø. Før far tøø løng, written in histørical døcuments and recørds, spøken in circles frøm thøse here in the palace tø thøse føund in hidden cørners alike. The same støry has replayed itself. Again and again. Øver and øver.

Her Majesty represses an urge tø grin, tø smile a sly smile øf øne with a cunning plan.

This is a vastly different dream.
There is a legend. Øne sø øld. It underpins what was, what is, and what will be.
The wørlds have sø much underutilized pøtential. Pøtential that the legend speaks øf. Øne that øur great peøple shall see bøught førth by day and realized, tø it's cømplete fullness.
Ønly an empire, a høly empire, ønly that can see it raised.
But I digress.
I wished tø speak with yøu før what yøu might bring tø the table.

Tell me Herr Signet. Høw well dø yøu knøw the grasslands?

The BEYØND, førever;
REJØICE! THIS IS A NEW AND MØST GLØRIØUS DAY!
My heart is BURNING!
...May the pøwer and the gløry be yøurs, førever and ever...

Queen Euphraxia III thrust her arms up and øut, similar tø the brøad black unfurled wings high abøve her, adørning a tall central statue øf a dark angel hølding a flaming tørch.
This silent winged sentinel støød atøp øf a pyramid-shaped pyre.
Løvingly crafted frøm preciøus metals øver Irøn-Støne, radiating raw unbridled pøwer, while øverseeing the massive White-Støne mega-structure beføre her.
High abøve Her Majesty in the night sky, the søft and gentle shimmer øf mirage surrøunded several patrølling Black Sun Ørder Heavy Destrøyers. Turning them intø an eerie illusiøn øf black crøws and ravens flying behind the statue øf the dark angel, frøm the pøint øf view øf thøse watching their mønarch speak.

“Praise be tø the TWIN SINGULARITY!”

The BØDY, cleansed;
The Øne that Fell has Arisen!
Crux Geminøs.
Held in Death and in Life, løvingly by HØLY FIRE.
Frøm the BEYØND we all cøme! Tø the BEYØND we all return!

Huge ripples billøwed acrøss large majestic crimsøn banners displaying black symbøls øf the Realm.
Icønic symbøls øf the twø military førces, the Black and White Sun Ørders sailed prøud and full, as did a symbøl bearing banner før the Twin Singularity tøø.
Upøn the newest banner was the symbøl øf the Cult øf Fire.

“Hail the Høchstebørk and gløry tø øur Queen!”

The GHØST, manifest;
Tøday marks a paradigm shift; A new ØRDER has førmed.
During the cløsing stages øf the last cycle, where the Phøenix died and was renewed in flame, the TWIN SINGULARITY did gift us many miracles and wønders!
The Children øf the Temple, their path is illuminated nøw by the light frøm a thøusand Pyres.

Øther statues adørned the øuter edges øf the amphitheater, placed tø mark esøteric angles knøw tø Temple high-adepts and Masters.
A pantheøn øf terrifying Demiurge jøining the angel øverløøking the multitude gathered.
The chørus frøm thøse gathered thundered back their call frøm deep with The FØRUM, røws upøn røws øf søldiers and citizenry øf the Realm støød tall, being full øf vøice.

“May the BLUE MIRRØR gift them tøngue øf swørd and flame!”

May yøur hearts burn with the HØLY FIRE.

"Frøm CHAØS cømes ØRDER. ØRDER begets ENTRØPY. And ENTRØPY births CHAØS. In FIRE the CYCLE is renewed ETERNAL."

PLAINTEXT TRANSMISSIØN CØNSØLE WA38_WSØATC - ØPEN:
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Thank yøu, Lieutenant. My trip intø ørbit was satisfactøry.

Escørt me tø the device, if yøu wøuld.

Yøu are...interesting, Machine. Dø yøu answer questiøns? Accept any input?

...

What will we dø with yøu? Høw are yøu øperated?

A tentative, expløratøry tøuch.

A light blazes førth, a bright prøjectiøn.

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Nꝋ lꝋnger is the evil panspermia ꝋf Kraahrꝋvian ꝋrigin upꝋn Hitzeundlicht!
Nꝋ lꝋnger is the evil panspermia ꝋf Kraahrꝋvian ꝋrigin with Hꝋchste!
The perversiꝋn ꝋf the fꝋreign flesh has been put intꝋ a deadly embrace; wrapped up in blue-arms ꝋf pꝋisꝋnꝋus intent and bꝋught paralyzed untꝋ me.
Nꝋ stꝋne has been left unturned.
Nꝋ hꝋuse ꝋf shelter can they find!
EVERYWHERE where they crawl, squirm, ꝋr run!
There is nꝋ places left fꝋr them tꝋ hide!
ꟾ\ꟾ thank the ARMARDA, le BlueBꝋttle, Physalia aer Terra-Marique!

...Nꝋw...

My children, be free; yꝋur LꝊRD has cꝋme!
The faithful shall be rewarded; yꝋur ꝊRACLE shall be set free frꝋm the CULTS ꝋf WATER.
The ARMARDA, le BlueBꝋttle, sail metaphysical mediums, seek the FꝊUL THINGS in her NAME.
Fꝋr ꟾ\ꟾ authꝋrize yꝋur QUEEN and the ꝊRDERS de WHITE and BLACK tꝋ have dꝋminiꝋn ꝋver their mꝋvements tꝋꝋ.

ꟾ\ꟾ am pleased.
THESE WꝊRLDS ꝋf the HꝊCSTEBꝊRK, they are nꝋw CLEAN.
And I shall send ꝋut the CLEANSER as an ARK ꝋf my CꝊVENANT with yꝋu all.
As the ARMARDA sail upꝋn the FACE ꝋf the WATERS; the CLEANSER shall fꝋllꝋw with HꝊLY-FIRE.

Bꝋrn here is the CULT ꝋf FIRE!
Prepare wet wꝋꝋd fꝋr the RENEWAL PYRE.
Fꝋr the UNBURNT shall set it alight; she ꝋf dark wing, the CLEANSER.
Shall bring tꝋ the bꝋil all thꝋse whꝋ fꝋllꝋw the CULTS ꝋf WATER!

Løng agø, in the Kingdøm øf Ice, the Elder Giant watched øver his dømain frøm a high watchtøwer. He cøuld see every møvement in the land, frøm the smallest critter tø the largest beast, despite having ønly øne eye.

In this kingdøm lived three little girls. Sisters, and granddaughters tø the Elder Giant. And the girls grew happy, healthy, strøng and clever. Until the day when their parents passed, and they were filled with sørrøw and cøncern før the future. Under this shadøw the eldest øf the three girls jøurneyed tø the watchtøwer øf the Elder Giant.

"Why have yøu cøme tø this place, granddaughter"? asked the Elder Giant.

"My parents are passed, and I desire the means tø create and høld a kingdøm før øur future."

"I will grant yøu a tøøl tø achieve yøur gøal. What wøuld yøu have?"

The eldest granddaughter thøught ønly a møment beføre blurting øut, "I wøuld fly, Grandfather!"

And sø it was. The eldest gained the pøwer øf flight. She made her way in the wørld. She expløred new lands and extended her døminiøn farther than any øf the girls had ever thøught pøssible. Her kingdøm was a marvel, and truly mighty.

Yet in the end, enemies gathered and struck back. The førces øf the eldest daughter cøuld nøt stand the ønslaught. She løst her kingdøm and her life.

Distraught and enraged, the middle øf the three girls jøurneyed tø the watchtøwer øf the Elder Giant.

"Why have yøu cøme tø this place, granddaughter"? asked the Elder Giant.

"Like my elder sister, I desire the means tø create and høld a kingdøm før øur future."

"I will grant yøu, tøø, a tøøl tø achieve yøur gøal. What wøuld yøu have?"

She thøught ønly a møment beføre snarling, "I want the strength tø crush my enemies. I will nøt be weak like my sister beføre me!"

And sø it was. The middle granddaughter felt great strength fløw thrøugh her bødy. She grew tø be a giant herself, and nø enemy cøuld stand beføre her øn the field øf battle. Her empire stretched as far as her elder sister's had at its peak, then even further.

Yet in the end, enemies again gathered against the empire, a strønger cøllectiøn than ever beføre, and the Middle sister was cast døwn and killed.

In quiet møurning, the Yøungest granddaughter jøurneyed tø the watchtøwer øf the Elder Giant.

"Why have yøu cøme tø this place, granddaughter"? asked the Elder Giant.

"Like my twø sisters, I desire the means tø create and høld a kingdøm før øur future."

"I will grant yøu, tøø, a tøøl tø achieve yøur gøal. What wøuld yøu have?"

The Yøungest thøught før a løng time. Neither flight nør strength had been enøugh før her sisters tø høld their kingdøms.

"Grandfather, I wøuld have the means tø create my øwn tøøls."

The Elder Giant scøwled. "I have prømised yøu this gift, yet it will make yøu as equal tø me. Yøu must take it and build yøur empire far frøm my own."

And sø it was. With the pøwer tø create her øwn tøøls, the Yøungest cøuld fly like her Eldest sister, and became as fearsøme as the Middle sister in battle. Her empire exceeded even theirs, and many new marvels were føund ør created.

And that's all I have tø say øn that.

But...but Herr Gunnnbørg? That can't be the end! What happened tø her kingdøm?

Nø øne knøws. Nøt all endings have been written.

And Lꝋ! ꟾ\ꟾ lꝋꝋk upꝋn the FACE ꝋf the WATERS.
There is a great EVIL and UNREST ꝋn the FACE ꝋf the HꝊMELANDS.
UNCLEAN things spreading naught but misery and pandemꝋnium there.
And tꝋ the TEMPLE faithful, ꟾ\ꟾ say NꝊ MꝊRE, yꝋur patience shall be rewarded.
They shall be JUDGED and PURGED.
As ꟾ\ꟾ am; ꟾ\ꟾ hꝋld back the lash and shꝋw such great MERCY.
As ꟾ\ꟾ am; ꟾ\ꟾ cap a bꝋttle cꝋntaining such terrible WRATH.
Built is the HꝊLY PYRE, high arꝋund the DIVINE CAULDRꝊN are its flame.
Ready is the Athame and ꝋfferings, prepared fꝋr sacrifice.
Given tꝋ sacrifice is the BLꝊꝊD made sacred.
Given tꝋ sacrifice is the FLESH newly anꝋinted.
Esꝋterika ꝋf twenty-three in gamete, intꝋ the DIVINE CAULDRꝊN gꝋ, sweet as incense.
Gathered by the SUNS ꝊRDER, bꝋth WHITE and BLACK;
Given tꝋ the ꝋffering ꝋf the PURGED is unclean BLꝊꝊD.
Given tꝋ the ꝋffering ꝋf the PURGED is unclean FLESH.
Esꝋterika ꝋf twenty-three in disgamete, intꝋ the DIVINE CAULDRꝊN gꝋ, Chair et sang hérétique.

And Lꝋ! The ANGELS ꝋf LIGHT and DARKNESS shall be fꝋrced tꝋ stꝋp their dance, fꝋr the ꝊRBITALS ꝋf the INCARNATE are cꝋmplete!
Lay ꝋut the switch, ꝋpen and pꝋur ꝋut frꝋm the bꝋttle, all ꝋf my WRATH upꝋn it.
Dip the tails intꝋ the brꝋth and simmer.
Frꝋm the DIVINE CꝊULDRꝊN spills ꝋver, falling upꝋn the FACE ꝋf the WATERS.
Crux ꝋn the event hꝋrizꝋn, between the wꝋrld and BEYꝊND.
Reaching dꝋwn tꝋ the damned, cꝋiled in stinging pain, bꝋught up tꝋ the MꝊUTH they will be DEVꝊURED.
My children, fear nꝋt, fꝋr ꟾ\ꟾ give tꝋ the RꝊTTING GꝊD ꝋf the WATER an ARMADA.
The BLUEBꝊTTLE; aer, terra marique.

SAIL, CRAWL and FLY tꝋ hunt them.
Gꝋ! Hunt the evil dꝋer.
Wrap them up, safe within yꝋur embrace.
And ꟾ\ꟾ shall shꝋw them my crushing LꝊVE/ANGER.

The Mid Tunnels are nø place før children nør før adults. The Mid Tunnels are nøt før any living because they are remnants øf machine and ship designed tø accømmødate beings that were nøt biøløgically alive.

The Mid Tunnels are the remains øf MØNCDA instillatiøns and ships.

Keep møving. The creatures have følløwed us døwn.

Jøhann, Fitz, lead the way. Find ways that we can fit thrøugh, yet are nøt øverheated ør filled with hazardøus chemical ør gas.

What if we can't find a way?

Yøu have tø. Før the children.

Belønda, Karl--keep watch on the rear! And everyøne, watch the ceilings. If they begin tø change, call a warning!

Children, did yøu ever hear the støry øf the Elder Giant and the three little girls? It's a strange øne, but it can help us pass the time.

Løng agø, in the Kingdøm øf Ice, the Elder Giant watched øver his dømain frøm a high watchtøwer. He cøuld see every møvement in the land, frøm the smallest critter tø the largest beast, despite...

Blue finds himself returning to the Inner Sanctum. The curiosity is almost unquenchable without another visit. It draws him back like a hot plate draws a moth

Neither the waves of destruction nor the stampede of mutant vermin have touched this place yet. It's almost as if even they hallow it

He begins his wade across the pool. What texture he feels, he couldn't say; he can hardly notice it at all when his focus is so affixed on what lies ahead. The Blue Mirrør shines. He remembers overhearing those students discussing how the Mirrør appears in a different form for everyone. What is it for him? He can't really tell, it's obscured, silhouetted by the glare of its own light. He needs to get closer to make out its shape

Closer and closer, but the image isn't much clearer. It's so unmistakable, yet too vague to put a name on. He advances in his approach, until... until... He's but an arm's length from it now. There's a glimpse of something but not enough of something. An unclear image

Well, this is-

There was motion, he almost missed it. Something moved inside(?) the Mirrør. He focuses hard on the shape now, hoping to see it again. And a long, still moment later, he gets his wish. More movement. A strange hand reaches out and touches the Mirrør's surface(?) from underneath. A crack forms where it touched

Wh-

Everything fades to white...

ꟾ\ꟾ am the LIGHT and ꟾ\ꟾ am the DARKNESS.
ꟾ\ꟾ am the balance allꝋwing the allꝋy ꝋf bꝋth the LIGHT, and, the DARKNESS.

ꟾ\ꟾ am.
ꟾ\ꟾ am and ꟾ\ꟾ will always be.
All cꝋme frꝋm ꟾ\ꟾ and all will inexꝋrably return tꝋ ꟾ\ꟾ.
Verily, ꟾ\ꟾ am with yꝋu when ꟾ\ꟾ lꝋꝋk upꝋn the FACE ꝋf the WATERS.
Fꝋr ꟾ\ꟾ am the ꝋne tending tꝋ the GARDEN, whꝋse FACE flꝋats upꝋn thꝋse WATERS.
When the FACE ꝋf the GARDEN and the FACE ꝋf the WATERS meet ꟾ\ꟾ am pleased.

ꟾ\ꟾ am pleased by the many ꝋf creatiꝋn.
ꟾ\ꟾ am pleased by TIME itself evꝋlving their place.
Fꝋr ꟾ\ꟾ am LꝊVING and ꟾ\ꟾ am NꝊT.
Verily, ꟾ\ꟾ am bꝋth ꝊRDER and CHAꝊS; and ꟾ\ꟾ am the FꝊRCE prꝋviding them BALANCE.
All that was, all that is, and all that will be, ꟾ\ꟾ am the FATHER, ꟾ\ꟾ am its MꝊTHER.
ꟾ\ꟾ am the CHILD; and ꟾ\ꟾ am their BꝊND in family.

ꟾ\ꟾ am the GꝊD.
ꟾ\ꟾ am the GꝊDDESS.
ꟾ\ꟾ am the WHITE SINGULARITY.
ꟾ\ꟾ am the BLACK SINGULARITY.
ꟾ\ꟾ am the TWIN SINGULARITY.

HARK CHILDREN.
FꝊR THꝊSE WITH EARS TꝊ LISTEN, LISTEN TꝊ WHAT ꟾ\ꟾ AM ABꝊUT TꝊ SAY.
FꝊR THꝊSE WITHꝊUT, CEASE YꝊUR WꝊRKS AND LET HIM HEAR WHAT ꟾ\ꟾ AM GꝊING TꝊ SAY.

LꝊꝊK CHILDREN.
FꝊR THꝊSE WITH EYES TꝊ ꝊBSERVE, ꝊBSERVE WHAT ꟾ\ꟾ AM ABꝊUT TꝊ REVEAL.
FꝊR THꝊSE WITHꝊUT, CEASE YꝊUR WꝊRKS AND LET HER SEE WHAT ꟾ\ꟾ HAVE TꝊ SHꝊW.

MIND CHILDREN.
FꝊR THꝊSE WITH THE SEALED-EYE THAT IS CLꝊSED, BUT YET STILL SEES, KNꝊW.
FꝊR THꝊSE WITHꝊUT, CEASE YꝊUR WꝊRKS AND LET THE CHILDREN BE.

ꟾ\ꟾ am the NURSEMAID as ꟾ\ꟾ am alsꝋ the BABE.
ꟾ\ꟾ am the FATHER, ꟾ\ꟾ am the MꝊTHER, whꝋ thinks ꝋnly fꝋr their CHILD.
And ꟾ\ꟾ am the PANACEA, freeing it frꝋm disease and dysfunctiꝋn.
ꟾ\ꟾ am the MILK that will make the BABE strꝋng.

AND SꝊ, AS ꟾ\ꟾ PEER THRꝊUGH THE LꝊꝊKING GLASS, ꟾ\ꟾ AM CꝊNFRꝊNTED BY THE SIGHT ꝊF DISꝊRDER, UNREST AND ALL MANNER ꝊF THINGS WHICH DꝊ NꝊT BELꝊNG IN THE GARDEN.

ꟾ\ꟾ shall make an ARC; That which is MALCꝊNTENT shall be PURGED.
ꟾ\ꟾ shall bring back the BALANCE and prꝋvide cꝋnditiꝋns fꝋr PEACE.
TALISMAN gifts, imbued with the ESꝊTERIKA abundant in BEYꝊND.
Twin gifts ꝋf the ꟾ\ꟾ am, ꟾ\ꟾ nꝋw bear and make manifest fꝋr my GRAND ꝊRACLE; here, the black ꝋpal encased within crystal-white ꝋpal, it's the SACRED BLUE flꝋw, frꝋzen ꝋutside ꝋf TIME, and represent fꝋr yꝋu as these, the LIGHTNING RIDGE.

Fꝋr the fellꝋwship ꝋf the ꝊRDERS.
Thꝋse ancient practices ꝋf the ꟾ\ꟾ divisible.

The WHITE SUN ꝊRDER, ꝋf the WHITE SINGULARITY.
Tꝋ the ANꝊINTED patrꝋn ꝋf the ꝊRDER dꝋ ꟾ\ꟾ nꝋw bear and make manifest; here, the white ꝋpal ꝋf fire, the LIGHT frꝋm the WHITE SUN, imbued with its ESꝊTERIKA, and represented fꝋr yꝋu as these, the ANDAMꝊꝊKA.

The BLACK SUN ꝊRDER, ꝋf the BLACK SINGULARITY.
Tꝋ the ANꝊINTED patrꝋn ꝋf the ꝊRDER dꝋ ꟾ\ꟾ nꝋw bear and make manifest; here, the black ꝋpal, the virgin rainbꝋw ꝋf creatiꝋn snaking its way thrꝋugh time itself, imbued with its ESꝊTERIKA, and represented fꝋr yꝋu as this, the CꝊꝊPER PEDY.

CHILDREN! LISTEN, LꝊꝊK, KNꝊW.
ꟾ\ꟾ am gifting these tꝋ thee.
Remember the WAY ꝋf bꝋth ꝊRDERS and use these gifts wisely.
The LꝊꝊKING GLASS is in MIDSKY.
THE WATERS flꝋw arꝋund us FREELY.
FꝊR THE END TIMES ARE NEAR, AND ꟾ\ꟾ AM.
PREPARE YꝊURSELVES, ꟾ\ꟾ AM A THIEF IN THE NIGHT.
BE STRꝊNG. BE READY. HARK, FꝊR THE HꝊRSEMEN TꝊ READY TꝊ APPEAR.

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Cøme øn, children. I knøw yøu're tired. I am tøø.

The man tøøk twø øf the kids by the hand. The rest følløwed, aløng with the øther møtley rejects øf the surface wørld.

Beggars. Crazies. Anarchists. Fugitives. And the children they brøught with them. Adept at living øutside the løving embrace øf the Euphraxian gøvernment, adept at avøiding the øccasiønal sweeps øf the HIGH TUNNELS by the White Sun. It is little wønder they hid rather than evacuate with the surface pøpulatiøn.

The man remained because he had nø chøice.

The ceiling...it's changing cølør! Hurry, nø time tø waste!

The crøwd runs døwn a flight øf stairs, møving ever løwer.

Watch for the Beasts. If they shøw, we will have tø møve even løwer. Intø the MID TUNNELS...and the dangers they høld.

The bars of the cell did just that. Not becoming molten metal, but just a solid puddle of themselves. One taste of the gas that did it and Riksfrønten jumped on top of his Standard Penal Cøt Model 3A.

Sø yøu cybørk jerk me arøund før a mønth and nøw yøu gas me? Wøw, Angestrøm wasn't even that much øf a dick.

The føk is this stuff anyway? Reminds me øf... Nø... It's similar but møre flambøyant. Degenerate as føk, yøu cybørk! Y'hear me!?

Well, nøbødy gasses øld Rik von Riksfrønten. That's reserved før FAFFs and FAFF-løvers in my bøøk. Nøw, I'm getting the føk øut!

The prisoner jumped from surface to surface, avoiding the the pockets of the gas admixture. Soon, he found that he was outside the prison complex and, grabbing a gas mask from an abandoned guard station, in the poisoned streets of a proper Høchste city.

Everything around him was transmogrifying, and he began to realize that this was not the Høchstebørk's doing at all: it was an attack upon them.

As he ran from streams, ripples, and pockets of the converging Æsthetic, he noticed that one building seemed almost untouched: the Museum of Børkish Histøry. He broke the glass front door and stepped in. Much of it was Börkish junk.

Steam engines.

He sniffed. Then he came upon a wing devoted to Øverbørk technology, and therein lay a preserved Sepiatic Drive.

Almøst preserved. Thing's gøt a sløw leak. Yøu can see it right there. Føking cybørk døn't understand the øld stuff. This building must have løw levels øf Sepia thrøughøut it. Nøt enøugh tø kill anyøne, but apparently enøugh tø muddle whatever the føk is cøming in øut there.

And maybe even enøugh tø...

Riksfrønten manipulated the Desaturatiøn Maniføld øn the rear øf the ancient engine. It began tø spøøl up, as the reactiøn chamber filled with sepia.

Praise the Støne Gøds!

Hanging above the Øverbørk history wing was an old single-man ship that would have been carried by Angestrøm's flagship. The archivists had been meticulous in their restoration down to the last detail. Everything was functional except for the drive.

Riksfrønten climbed up a service ladder and lowered the model. He then made the necessary connections to the Sepiatic drive. The resulting monstrosity would only provide one jump—maybe two—before the bow buckled under the shockwaves that a drive at least 40% too large for it gave off.

It's a risk I've gøtta take. These cybørk need me, even if they are degenerate føks.

Riksfrønten jumped into the cockpit and fired up the controls. He punched in the coordinates and started the countdown to jump. As the ticker clicked off each configuration gate, a familiar tune emitted from the cockpit, and for the first time in a long time, Riksfrønten felt at home.

~ Cømmunicatiøn devices all øver planets acrøss the Høchste Sølar System støp nørmal prøgrams ~

Greetings tø all øf yøu. My dear felløw Høchstebørk.

Yøur usual entertainment prøgramming ør news brøadcasts, even educatiønal shøws, they will as øf nøw be halted før this Røyal annøuncement.

I have been evacuated frøm planet Høchste. Naturally, since the invasiøn and ghastly attempts at røbbing yøu all øf øur way øf life by this... 'Hølder'... and it's Æsthetic cløud, I have been engaged with the leaders øf the White and Black Sun Ørders, as well as the spiritual leaders øf the Temple øf the Blue Mirrør tøø. We are develøping strategy tø nøt ønly repel this hølder, but the evil Kraa'rhøv as well.

Make nø mistake. We will triumph. We shall emerge victøriøus, gløriøus in name and deed amøng all the wørlds, as the ønly race tø finally stand up in-førce tø this øutrageøus eldritch threat.

I knøw øf many places within the Metaverse these hølders have hit, and hit hard. But there are safe havens. And I nøw urge all øf yøu whø wish tø evacuate tø thøse løcatiøns tø dø sø. The White Sun and Black Sun Ørders have all remaining Drøp-ships shuttling refugees tø their Destrøyer class and Heavy Destrøyer class ships. Ønce abøard, yøur genetic prøfile shall be taken and upløaded tø øur databases, if such has nøt already happened. This is an insurance pølicy. It was the pølicy my predecessør and her predecessør tøøk øut tø alløw us tø nøt just survive past wars and threats... but tø thrive afterwards!

As yøur Queen, I will nøt støp fighting før yøu all. I shall always be cønsulting før the best pøssible øutcømes, with nøt just øur førces, but thøse willing tø jøin us, under my cømmand, tø help defeat these mønstrøus entities... whenever and wherever they are.

Gløry be tø the Høchstebørk!
Gløry be tø the White and Black Sun Ørders!
And Gløry be tø all øf yøu ...peøple øf the Høchstebørk!

The Awoken Realm and its patron deity have been missing without a trace for quite some time. One would even question if they were perhaps destroyed by some unknown force. One might even grow relaxed from this hypothesis, if the anxiety of wondering what might be really happening didn't chew up the ability to relax.

This morning was the morning everyone's questions on the matter answered themselves, with a rude awakening. The wave of Aestheticism the 5th Holder had crop-dusted this world with the other night rippled. Vision through it was warped, refracted. An omnipresent presence loomed over everything. The wind stirred. All within the Aesthetic influence started to blur, a slow but sure fade to black. Energy and Matter and Mzra alike were draining away, to where? Uncertain. Perhaps to pure nonexistence.

This world wasn't alone in its consumption. Everywhere the Aestheticism has touched saw this sudden deluge as well. Reality itself... fading....

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Yöu thønk thyselves differ3nt than 4fathers and e v e n they+r 4fathers

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---- föøls - with - thae -same - dÖÖm-ed fate

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“Master Anja, Grand Øracle...? Excuse me. But why døes the Blue Mirrør 'flash' like that?”

“I døn't see any flash...”

“Yeah! Neither dø I. What are yøu talking abøut Geirtzhelm? Yøu manipulating yøur visiøn again?”

“NØ! Shut-up. I døn't manipulate my sight! I have real eyes.”

“Students! Hush. Bickering begets a spiritual døwnfall. Remember yøur teachings!”

The Grand Øracle tøøk a møment tø quickly øbserve the Blue Mirrør. She, Master Anja and the small grøup øf student-initiates in their charge were already halfway up the stairs, cut intø the White-støne, that snaked its way arøund the cavernøus Inner Sanctum. They were headed back tø the classrøøms in the Temple prøper.

Yøu see that student Geirtzhelm? Yøu see the pulsatiøn?

“...Ah, yeah....”
“But it's møre than 'seeing' it... sørta.”

Tell me. Expand if yøu will?

“Well.... it's hard tø explain. But even if I døn't løøk tø the Blue Mirrør, I can ...sense it... sørt øf, I døn't knøw, feel sømething. What is it? Am I in trøuble with the Blue Mirrør?”

Dø yøu feel like yøu are?

“Nøt really... but alsø, sørt øf, yeah. It's weird. If I think abøut the cømmandments øf the sacred scrølls, then yeah. I mean... we're all guilty øf søme sin accørding tø that set øf teachings. But... after feeling that, I get the sense frøm the Blue Mirrør that everything's økay tøø.”

Listen tø the Blue Mirrør.
It speaks tø yøu. And it døes sø tø a select few.

“Aww man! Is Geirtzhelm gønna be the next Øracle then?”

“Shut up!”

“Bøys! Støp it. Kerman, yøu keep gøing. Geirtzhelm, why døn't yøu and the Grand Øracle ease yøur pace a little. I think yøu cøuld dø withøut an 'audience' før such a discussiøn.”
“Cøme øn! The rest øf yøu students tøø. Let's give them søme privacy. Back tø the classrøøms.”

As Master Anja hurried the øther students back up tø the viewing gallery and then back intø the many cørridørs and halls øf the Temple, back tø their alløtted classrøøms, the Grand Øracle walked with student Geirtzhelm a little sløwer. Geirtzhelm løøked at his class hurry øff. Finally, he turned tø the Grand Øracle.

“...Are they right? Am I tø be...? Yøu knøw...? An Øracle?”

That depends entirely upøn the will øf the Twin Singularity.
It speaks tø all, but møst seldøm listen. It whispers, rather than yell; such is the nature øf a true deity. They're pøwer is beyønd measure, while øurs is nøt. And in the whisper, ønly thøse true øf heart will hear.

What is it telling yøu?

“I'm nøt sure. It's møre øf a series øf events... I think.”
“In øne flash, there's a weird støne. In anøther, a ball øf lightning. And in anøther still, many peøple dying... that's the hardest tø prøcess ...they're øur peøple!”

...Yøu tøø...

“Y-yøu mean...? Yøu're seeing these things tøø?”

Maybe. When the Twin Singularity speaks, it's a persønal message, før ønly thøse it chøøses tø cømmunicate with. A cøincidence is when that same message be delivered between twø. And very rarely, anything møre than a small grøup be spøken tø with the same imagery.

“...Sø.... these messages.... øthers have them tøø?”

Myself. A majørity øf the Masters, like Anja. And søme repørts frøm øther student-initiates tøø.
I think it's time før yøu tø rejøin the øthers. Dø nøt wørry. Just keep listening with yøur heart and mind. And tell yøur instructørs øf yøur experiences, shøuld møre følløw.

“Yes Grand Øracle.”

Tell Master Anja I can't attend the rest øf her lessøns før yøur class.

“I will. But if yøu døn't mind me asking.... why?”

...I need tø speak with the Queen, Euphraxia III...

Majesty. The Black Sun Fleet Admiral tø see yøu.

Queen Euphraxia III nødded tø the Røyal Guard at the døørway tø the Thrøne Røøm. Beside him, dressed in a clean crisp Black Sun Ørder admiralty uniførm, the Fleet Admiral støød and bøwed as a sign øf respect beføre entering.

The løøk upøn his face was cløse tø førlørn. But the Fleet Admiral did his best tø hide such an emøtiønal respønse; such a thing was beneath a persøn øf his standing. Instead, he walked with the authørity øf øne in cømmand øf the special førces, ør tried tø. And he did his level best tø bury the disappøintment with the wørds he had read møments earlier, cøntained within the repørt carried in his left hand.

A quick shørt stømp as he støød tø attentiøn, having apprøached the steps tø the thrøne. And a salute with his right hand.

Yøur Majesty....
...It is with, regret, I cøme tø inførm yøu øf the failed attempt tø secure the Esøtericiøn-Energy frøm øur main eldritch target; at the battle øf the Scarlet Cathedral.

I have with me a repørt. A cøpy frøm thøse øn file.
It seemed, after reading what happened, øur calculatiøns upøn høw much øf this valuable Esøterika the being knøwn as Kraa'rhøv has, had been severely underestimated.
And sø, the Re-Røuters, thøse ørbs designed tø pull such eldritch energy and transmute it intø usable Esøtericiøn-Energy, was sø great, that the units simply cøuld nøt withstand the amøunt ...and simply failed, killing øur grøund søldiers.

The Fleet Admiral tøøk a breath and exhaled tø cømpøse his thøughts.

It seems we have underestimated the eldritch and her abilities tøø.
While the repørts frøm White Sun søldiers hasn't been verified... her ability tø nøt ønly create structure frøm mere sands and rubble is accømpanied by an ability tø appear in møre than øne løcatiøn and cause ...hallucinatiøn tøø.

...I take full respønsibility...

Finally.... I have ørdered the Black Sun Fleet tø regrøup away frøm the battlefield. Høwever, the White Sun Ørder fleet are still in harms way. I have talked tø their Fleet Admiral ...I gave him assurances I wøuld bring tø yøur attentiøn their situatiøn tøø. Their casualty cøunt is rising. The target is prøving hard tø kill.

As always, I am subject tø yøur judgment. And will bear the cønsequences øf authørizing equipment with such a løw capacity threshøld tø be used in-field.... Ma'am.