Forward unto hell
09 Aug 2022Valanga
Well, it's finally time.I took a trip to the NGC 7822 Nebula, became an amateur exobiologist, went on an expedition with CMDR Aiso to show him the Guardian dig sites I've mentioned to him, and we made it back home just in time to debrief at Obsidian Orbital and make our way to HIP 22460.
I simply knew I had to see this, no matter what the outcome. Operation Wych Hunt was able to repel Azimuth Biotech from all systems in the Pleiades region except for their core bases of operations, but even this concerted effort wasn't sufficient to stop Salvation's designs from coming to their ultimate fruition.
I've hardly ever seen system comms so busy as this fine doomsday evening. Names on top of names, all ringing either praises or curses for Caleb Wycherley's name, all speculating what exactly was to happen in the next hours as the enigmatic Proteus Wave prepared to unleash its payload. I found myself listening in on some conversations as I sat at the bar in the concourse of the Bright Sentinel, one of Azimuth's onsite megaships - it was nothing short of chaos.
I never expected I would encounter someone like Senator Bluecrash in the flesh, much less at a time and place like this, but lo and behold there they were. As a matter of fact, a whole lot of CMDRs more significant than I turned up in HIP 22460 tonight because they, too, smelled the syrup. You could be a king or a beggar, a tyrant or a philanthropist, but I would think you a fool all the same if you weren't interested in a shitshow of this magnitude.
I'm sleeping onboard my Asp Explorer tonight, my head soon to be full of dreams or nightmares of what I'll wake up to tomorrow.
Hopefully not for the last time, this is CMDR Valanga signing off.