From the Journal of Dr. Narei part 2
Jan 20, 2014 8:28:26 GMT -6
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Date: Day 311, 2183 CE
Location: Base, Rakhana
I am beginning to feel my resolve fade.
Three years. So much has changed.
That day in the temple still haunts my dreams, the dead bodies praying to the false god. If only the rest of the universe could see the ghosts of the living that haunt this world as I have they would not ridicule me so.
Captain Hanri and Dr. Lanthi both assure me that their hate is born of fear. Fear of seeing what our ancestors did to this place, fear of leaving the norm, fear of someone who does not see the Hanar as a solution, but only a bandaid over a gaping wound. It does not lift my spirits, this hate only weighs heavy on my heart as I think of my father, who could only logically hate me by now. My foolish dream drags his name through the muck as well as my mother’s.
I do not know where to look for hope.
This world has shown me the gods never had a presence here. We were just orphans dreaming of parents, someone to ask for our problems to go away. Wishing that there was some being that loved us and only wanted to protect those they called children.
Where do those of us who’ve grown up, and seen through the lies you told yourself, find faith in this universe?
Date: Day 325, 2183 CE
Location: Base, Rakhana
I woke to a strange feeling in the air. Some cold being at my back, looming over me. Waiting….
But for what?
The journey was longer than she had taken before, trying to find the end of the stone forest. She had seen so much of this planet, these barren, haunted places but she had struggled with the decision to explore the city. The grey graveyard only made her imagine the horrors the living had endured in those walls.
She never entered a building, continuing straight on. She had no desire to peek inside the coffin.
The sun began to set at the curve of the world, it was the one time she felt life on the planet. Her grey world becoming orange and red, strange paintings of light covered the landscape with echoed violence of the war that happened centuries ago. The wind sung of pain and desperation before it would die.
Setting proximity mines had become second nature to the scientist, her once cushy world of clean labs a long forgotten dream. Her sleep had been nothing but twisted nightmares and constantly listening for that footstep that promised death.
She slept worse that night, her tired eyes only able to find an hour in the dark to find peace. The true dark of this place had a way of playing tricks on you. In this universe of modern technology, no world knew of this dark, no way to explain it except to show someone this nightmare generator.
Light had barely kissed the world when the first mine went off.
Thunder rolled through the stormless world, the life of fire dancing in the wind as it must have in the last days of chaos. More followed, the booms closing in on the spot she had picked to rest.
Then they came. By the dozen.
She had never seen the albinos in such great numbers. The pack must have controlled the last of the water in the world. Her shots into the crowd were not taking enough down as they charged. In a moment of panic, she ran into a building.
Iskra was running out of space, their numbers were dwindling but not by enough. If they caught her, she wouldn’t make it out alive. In a turn for the worst luck, one rounded a corner in front of her, his dark, twisted knife going through her side. The searing pain branding itself into her memory.
In a cry of desperation, she pulled the ceiling of the crumbling building on top of them.
Iskra didn’t know how long she had laid there, she felt so empty, the world was so dark, she thought death had finally found her. Trying to move, she screamed in pain as the knife made its presence known once more. Her leg made its own cry of protest as it lay trapped under a rock.
Her biotics freed her but her broken leg shackled her to the ground. Like a wounded animal, she dragged herself across the floor.
Date: Day 231, 2183 CE
Location: Base, Rakhana
I do not know why I still live.
My path is only suffering. My footsteps made with blood. Each day the infection of this place has spread through me, I can feel the poison in my veins. My wounds are my own fault. I see now why these people blindly follow a goddess that claims she loves them. The mind is the greatest enemy to even the smartest of us.
I truly believed that I could save this savage world. I had a foolish dream that it would be easy, that the pieces would fall into place. I wish I could laugh at the woman who thought of this race as children a few weeks ago, that she was so much more different. ‘Enlightened’
…
…
…
My next check in is not for another five days. Hanri will find me dead here, killed by the natives that followed the trail of my own blood or by the infection that eats away at my body now as I sit here.
I have no parting words for the universe. I am just another star that burned out.
Date: 245, 2183 CE
Location: Huerta Memorial Hospital, Citadel
Being so resigned to death has slowed my recovery. The universe had let me fade into sleep. Yesterday was my first memory since the night I laid down to wait to join my brothers and sisters in their haunting of that barren world.
Hanri had come early, something had told him there was something wrong. He had found me unconscious in my bed, the pack only a few miles away as they seeked their vengeance. I was kept in stasis for over a week. The doctors did not know how far the unknown infection had run through my veins, the very shock of waking up could have left me in the world of my own mind forever.
These last few months have forced me to watch my dream move further and further away. My scars will always remind me of my failures. Two worlds my race have deemed ‘homeworlds’….I feel at home in neither.
I feel so lost.
Location: Base, Rakhana
I am beginning to feel my resolve fade.
Three years. So much has changed.
That day in the temple still haunts my dreams, the dead bodies praying to the false god. If only the rest of the universe could see the ghosts of the living that haunt this world as I have they would not ridicule me so.
Captain Hanri and Dr. Lanthi both assure me that their hate is born of fear. Fear of seeing what our ancestors did to this place, fear of leaving the norm, fear of someone who does not see the Hanar as a solution, but only a bandaid over a gaping wound. It does not lift my spirits, this hate only weighs heavy on my heart as I think of my father, who could only logically hate me by now. My foolish dream drags his name through the muck as well as my mother’s.
I do not know where to look for hope.
This world has shown me the gods never had a presence here. We were just orphans dreaming of parents, someone to ask for our problems to go away. Wishing that there was some being that loved us and only wanted to protect those they called children.
Where do those of us who’ve grown up, and seen through the lies you told yourself, find faith in this universe?
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Date: Day 325, 2183 CE
Location: Base, Rakhana
I woke to a strange feeling in the air. Some cold being at my back, looming over me. Waiting….
But for what?
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Two days.The journey was longer than she had taken before, trying to find the end of the stone forest. She had seen so much of this planet, these barren, haunted places but she had struggled with the decision to explore the city. The grey graveyard only made her imagine the horrors the living had endured in those walls.
She never entered a building, continuing straight on. She had no desire to peek inside the coffin.
The sun began to set at the curve of the world, it was the one time she felt life on the planet. Her grey world becoming orange and red, strange paintings of light covered the landscape with echoed violence of the war that happened centuries ago. The wind sung of pain and desperation before it would die.
Setting proximity mines had become second nature to the scientist, her once cushy world of clean labs a long forgotten dream. Her sleep had been nothing but twisted nightmares and constantly listening for that footstep that promised death.
She slept worse that night, her tired eyes only able to find an hour in the dark to find peace. The true dark of this place had a way of playing tricks on you. In this universe of modern technology, no world knew of this dark, no way to explain it except to show someone this nightmare generator.
Light had barely kissed the world when the first mine went off.
Thunder rolled through the stormless world, the life of fire dancing in the wind as it must have in the last days of chaos. More followed, the booms closing in on the spot she had picked to rest.
Then they came. By the dozen.
She had never seen the albinos in such great numbers. The pack must have controlled the last of the water in the world. Her shots into the crowd were not taking enough down as they charged. In a moment of panic, she ran into a building.
Iskra was running out of space, their numbers were dwindling but not by enough. If they caught her, she wouldn’t make it out alive. In a turn for the worst luck, one rounded a corner in front of her, his dark, twisted knife going through her side. The searing pain branding itself into her memory.
In a cry of desperation, she pulled the ceiling of the crumbling building on top of them.
Iskra didn’t know how long she had laid there, she felt so empty, the world was so dark, she thought death had finally found her. Trying to move, she screamed in pain as the knife made its presence known once more. Her leg made its own cry of protest as it lay trapped under a rock.
Her biotics freed her but her broken leg shackled her to the ground. Like a wounded animal, she dragged herself across the floor.
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Date: Day 231, 2183 CE
Location: Base, Rakhana
I do not know why I still live.
My path is only suffering. My footsteps made with blood. Each day the infection of this place has spread through me, I can feel the poison in my veins. My wounds are my own fault. I see now why these people blindly follow a goddess that claims she loves them. The mind is the greatest enemy to even the smartest of us.
I truly believed that I could save this savage world. I had a foolish dream that it would be easy, that the pieces would fall into place. I wish I could laugh at the woman who thought of this race as children a few weeks ago, that she was so much more different. ‘Enlightened’
…
…
…
My next check in is not for another five days. Hanri will find me dead here, killed by the natives that followed the trail of my own blood or by the infection that eats away at my body now as I sit here.
I have no parting words for the universe. I am just another star that burned out.
--------------------------------------
Date: 245, 2183 CE
Location: Huerta Memorial Hospital, Citadel
Being so resigned to death has slowed my recovery. The universe had let me fade into sleep. Yesterday was my first memory since the night I laid down to wait to join my brothers and sisters in their haunting of that barren world.
Hanri had come early, something had told him there was something wrong. He had found me unconscious in my bed, the pack only a few miles away as they seeked their vengeance. I was kept in stasis for over a week. The doctors did not know how far the unknown infection had run through my veins, the very shock of waking up could have left me in the world of my own mind forever.
These last few months have forced me to watch my dream move further and further away. My scars will always remind me of my failures. Two worlds my race have deemed ‘homeworlds’….I feel at home in neither.
I feel so lost.