I’ll use this thread as an archive for his entries
YC 113.04.15
The search has run dry, every site I visit has been picked over by others before me. If i am going to break new ground, I must leave the safety of familiar space behind. My superiors would not approve, but when I return triumphant they’ll surely forgive my methods. All I need is a little luck, and a guide.
I saw a man today slumped besides the rubble of a fallen house. I asked him who he wept for. He stared at me and replied: “All of us”. The city has become a graveyard and not all its dead lie buried
I’ve discovered in my exploration runs a Journal Entry.
This is what it speak of:
YC 110.05.29
I cannot sleep, but who could on a night like this? Buried for 15000 years and i will be among the first to see it! Incredible No one is more shocked than i am at the lead archeologist’s choice. I guess when she called me a “reckless insubordinate” it was a compliment. Whatever her reasons, I leave for Caldari Prime in the morning. What we find there could change New Eden forever
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Anyone else found more about this? It bears the SoCT insignia
*A shuttle is on this way. I should be relived, but i can only think of the innocence we are leaving behind. * We’ll never know what secrets the dig held, but if our ancestors truly did arrive from here from some distant star, it cannot have been for this
*From site to site we have traced the lines of connection and discovered a point of convergence, now we just need to reach it. * The circle of trust has expanded more than I could have ever hoped. Togheter we have gazed further than the myopia of New Eden’s empires allows and cought a glimpse at wisdom of the past. Tomorrow we’ll through the gate and take our first step forward crossing the great divide. I cannot sleep, but who could in such a night?
Yes, i’ve got the tought. But then again i’m trying to give them some evidence for catching them better in New Eden. After i’ve finally find them all i’ll collapse them into an archive and delete these entries
YC 110.06.09 I was chastised today for too much “fraternizing” with the locals.
*Are they kidding me? Why wouldn’t I? The Caldari tournaments, the Gallente nightclubs, all the beautiful people, the incredible food! * I had not lived before I ate a luminwurst on raatabrood. We start work on the dig in three days and until then I intend to make the best of my time outside that stuffy old kitz.
Few things provide clarity, like the barrel of a gun pressed against your forehead. It was naive of me to think I could just hail a caravan and swing by for a cup of tea and a chat. After some apologetic stammering the clan member holding the rifle was kind enough not to pull the trigger. They have moved me to their leader Rani’s ship. It is unclear if I’m a prisoner or a guest, but I am alive. For now, that feels like a win.
Well, if the containment area year made me think it’s an interesting coincidence, these journal fragments surfacing now certainly do not make it less interesting.
From site to site we have traced the lines of connection and discovered a point of convergence, now we just need to reach it.
The circle of trust has expanded more than I could have ever hoped. Together, we have gazed further than the myopia of New Eden’s empires allows and caught a glimpse of the wisdom of the past. Tomorrow, we’ll pass through the gate and take our first step toward crossing the great divide.
The fighting, unlike our work, continues. I was born to a lower level of a Caldari station to Caldari parents. We were tought that this planet is our true home. The state has decided the best way to get it back is to bomb it into dust. The Gallente are raised knowing that this star system is their home, and the best way to make that home secure is to bomb this planet into dust. Both sides are so busy fighting over rocks and exploding balls of hydrogen that they don’t even notice the lives destroyed in the process.
When Suldrun showed me today’s newscast, a shiver ran through me. Their vessels are pale imitations of the original, but there is no mistaking their design.
Despite the Third Empire’s selective memory, my research has revealed the horrors of their forebearers. Any who would adopt the mantle of those dark days is a threat to us all.
The Empires are scrambling to understand these “Drifters”, but I know what they seek. They have awoken just as the gates to paradise slammed shut. Should they find a way in before we do, true tyranny will return to New Eden.
The ceremony was long, but at the reception they told me my application for a solo expedition to scour relic sites for traces of Jovian explorers has been approved. The Kitz Governor made a joke about hoping it would go better than my first expedition. I managed to squeeze out a smile.
The first Jove understood that a civilization is elevated by multiplicity. Their wisdom gives me hope. Perhaps by walking in the footsteps of the Society’s ancestors, I will find a new path free of petty tribalism.