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=Backstory=
 
=Backstory=
  
'''When did your first learn of your doom?'''
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'''Where do you come from?'''
Well, doom came when the world ended. When the forces Steerpike unleashed blew the previously undiscovered Colombian super-volcano, human civilization as anyone knew it was no more. That's not going to happen for another 51 years, but it's still Doom.
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I am of the Flotilla, a race of intelligent starships who wander the vast astronomical sea of the galaxy. The physical component of my being is a small human-fist-sized crystal, but in interstellar space it is enveloped in a vast beautiful enclosure of fields and hard-light constructs. Out in the "open waters" of galactic space, my true form is almost an eighth of an AU in length counting from the outermost extent of my field enclosure. Within the solar system, my size is much reduced due in part to the sun's gravity well as well as the nature of space within the heliosphere.
  
'''Where did you get your Sanctuary?'''
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'''Why did you come to Earth?'''
It's my temporal anchor, a null-time, trans-phase space, that fuels itself on the eddie churn of quantum foam in the margins of the event-flow. Yes, I know; I had to have it explained to me a lot before I got it, too.
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I crashed!
  
Anyways, the Bubble was waiting for me the day I got deputized in a mission to save the future by going into the past and making sure none of it ever happened. It's a pretty nice place, good views of time and space to even if it's not super easy to get it to show you anything you WANT to see.
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My companionkin and I were playing when a strangelet spray knocked me out of the pod's slipstream halo and I crashed in the ocean. Disabled by the crash, I entered a hibernation mode which spanned several hundred of earth's solar revolutions. SOme time during Earth's 19th century, I began picking up artificial electromagnetic signals, coherent radiation conveying all sorts of meaning. It roused me, and, upon awakening, I spent some time absorbing the electromagnetic signals of this world, learning the language and customs of the intelligent beings who called it home.
  
I tell the others I fell into it, like it was waiting for me somehow... which is not quite a lie.
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'''Why do you want to stay here (for now at least)?'''
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I miss my family, I do. And I miss wandering the stars. But this place, these mayfly beings with their fascinating culture and their dreams of being so much more....
  
'''Why do you oppose your nemesis?'''
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They're adorable.
To save the future... duh. This one-way trip is already a death sentence for me... least I can do is make sure mankind gets to stick around after I'm gone.
 
  
'''Who outside of the team, is crucial to defeating your nemesis?'''
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'''Why do your people want you to come home?'''
Professor Eberto Ionio, aka fifteen year old Ebbie Ionio. The Doc gave everything to get me here... and if anything happens to his younger self, who knows what would happen?!
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After I awoke, the first thing I tried to do was catch up to the pod. Even my fascination with Earth was not enough to keep me from finding my family.
  
'''Why does the team matter to you?'''
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But, as young as I am, I am unable to make the conversion to interstellar space unassisted. Outside of a pod's slipstream enclosure, a juvenile cannot maintain the necessary gradient to travel between stars.
I tried to do this alone... but I couldn't. I don't know where Steerpike is, or even WHO he is, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do to get things back on track.
 
  
Besides, compared to the last six years of my life, it's nice to have... fun with people again.
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I was trapped.
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Just outside of my reach, there is a songbeacon left there by the Flotilla. They say they are sorry they could not find me before they set back off into space. They say that they love me, and that the hole in the pod will never be filled.
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Every second, of every day, I can hear that song.
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'''Why do you care about the team?'''
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???????????
  
 
=When Our Team First Came Together=
 
=When Our Team First Came Together=

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