term.out
origin: High Admiral Tfear
destin: undef
stamp: terminus
The trih xeem broke against my dying vessel and smashed a fine patina
across the mystery shields of this station. My crew battled the aliens
during the blast, and the silence which came after was sullen and deafening--the
pure silence of victory.
^^^alks897
^^^^rwx777
^^rw-664
But the trackless whisper chattering through the hollow space in these cursed
walls buzzes and threatens madness. The abomination cracked the shells of
my crew and sucked the husks, tossing them unseen and shattering the spindle
like a dried creche.
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term.out
origin: High Admiral Tfear
destin: undef
stamp: terminus
The shields are gone, not down, but gone, and so are the engineers. It's
coming back, I'm sure: and my last mercy is immolation.
Great Mother crouched behind the Throne, I make this wrong right.
^^^alks897
^^^^rwx777
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