Tales from beyond the Rift: Gift of The Past.

He had been running for days, He had no idea how far he had travelled, but he could still hear them in the not to far distance.  Through forests and across rivers they had chased him, and all because he found some silly amulet.  None of this made sense.  He was just the son of a farmhand, no ties or titles.  Worthless, on the edges of his society, and now on the run from a force not of this world.  The Doragonzu, ruthless, unrelenting, and now they were on his tail.  Ahead he could see a cave, so just like he had been doing for the past three days, he ran.

As he crossed the threshold of the cave, a door slid shut behind him.  "Shi kan," he thought, "trapped like a swine."  This cave was not a natural formation, someone built it, so it must lead somewhere, but where was indeed the question he needed answering. 

He wandered through the cavern for what seamed an eternity, but it was a welcome respite from the running he had been doing these past few days.  Not a soul or sound to be heard except for him and his thoughts. 

And then for no apparent reason he turned and walked through one of the caves shimmering blue crystal walls. "Strange," he thought "walls should be solid and yet that one was not."  He thought it best not to question it, as he felt he had work to do.  And with that feeling a blinding light filled his retinas.  Someone or something had just turned the light on inside this massive chamber.  Slowly recovering his senses, he looked up to see the most magnificent sight he had seen since Empress Elirntha had visited his world when he was but a boy. 

Now looking up at what was a very likely explanation for why a Doragonzu hunter squad was after him and his little trinket.  "Hmm, Suppose this amulet is the key to this vessel."  He said aloud to himself, "better go try it out."  Cruising past shelves of parts and workbenches of half completed systems, he approached what he unconsciously knew was the cargo bay door controls.  At his touch, a door opened and lights came to life inside the ship.  As he stepped in he noticed a screen displaying the cavern system that he had entered earlier that day, on it he saw what appeared to be the hunter squad he had been evading, and they were about to breach the outer door to the caves.

"Well then, Looks like its time to fly."  He said as he began running to the flight deck.

Translation Records of AI 5XZ6624 - DALMSH

 The following is an exact from a currently unknown science officer's personal research log.
--Log Begins
--Entry 83945

--Translation File Begins


Every "Stronghold" in all of existence that is capable of withstanding any and all punishment has but one thing core to its existence.  One thing causing it to reign supreme over all others.  

This is no mere purpose, for purpose is but a human will, and not all humans share all the same paths to reach their respective goal.


This is not some secret knowledge, for all knowledge is knowable, and thus discoverable by someone else.


No what these Strongholds, these Empires have is a nobility that none but those in possession of it may have.  To gain such a nobility is not a task for mere mortal souls. No.  It is but a sign from those planes we have yet to comprehend.  That those who hold such gifts may be allowed to posses them.


Old blood protects old blood.
New blood wants what the old has, but will struggle to get.
New blood becomes old through no will of its own.


This is the way the cards are played, to break the mould is to be a falsity in existence.
And only one falsity can be allowed at any one time.


As the ancient ones rise, one-by-one, It will be the old blood that must defend us all.  Yet only the new blood, in becoming a falsity can prevent its final return.

--File End


--Log Contents follow


Hmm, It appears that this may explain the Archon's apparent appearance from nowhere.  The Doragonzu never even saw him coming, from one of their border worlds, and now he has a good quarter of their territory and a decent sized chunk of Ángeloi space. 

What's more troubling is that he had all that in only one day*, and without doing a single thing.  Its almost as if he sat on his throne and then the gods granted him his kingdom.  No wonder command is troubled, is he hidden Old Blood, New Blood favoured by the gods, or is he a Falsity?

It will have to wait, a strange anomaly has been detected in the Gudiaca Debris Field.  Will resume research when this has been dealt with.  Probably just pirates.

--Log Ends

*day is used here as an arbitrary unit, it is assumed to be roughly equal to one rotation on its axis of Sol-3 (Earth)

The Earlybirds - Runaway

Hey Guys, You should all like this band, they are awesome.