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| − | | align="left" style="background:#f0f0f0;"|'''From the personal log of Knight-Captain Samantha St. Croix'''
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| − | |<font face="Courier">Had I been told, at a child below at Academy, that my generation would be the ones to Launch, I might scarcely have believed it. Had I been told that I would be Knight-Captain of The Diogenes, I would have laughed.
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| − | How many generations have lived and died in service of the Great Plan? How many children have perched upon the knees of their grandparents, enthralled by stories of sacrifice and bravery performed in its name?
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| − | And not a moment too soon. The technothurges have reported disturbing trends - the ever-present degradation of the planet’s atmosphere has accelerated. The air is still breathable, but not for much longer. Last year, they predicted another century of slow, choking death. This year, they give us a decade. At the most.
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| − | Meanwhile, we are hearing reports of villages in the wastes going dark. Multiple city-states have been forced to raid their own vassals. Sometimes they find terrified peasants hoarding what little food they have. Sometimes they find deserted homes and farmland choked with weeds. Sometimes they find strange creatures dancing beneath the moonlight. Or so the reports say.
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| − | The great spaceport at Belgrade is gone. A madman found an ancient nanotech weapon and detonated it in the middle of the city. It’s gone. They’re all gone.
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| − | I suppose this is why the Great Plan calls for redundancy.
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| − | We have begun preparations to launch and the final inventory is underway. We’ve nearly loaded all the geodesic domes and the seed stock is soon to follow. Next month we’ll bring the first of the fusion reactors online - the ones that power the cryo caskets.
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| − | After that comes the fun part.
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| − | Lord Merriweather has ordered that we attempt to evacuate the surrounding area. The Launch will be catastrophic - anyone and everything within a mile will be incinerated. Anyone within five will die much more slowly. Many of the knights are grumbling - ordering the peasants away from their fields and homes will be difficult. The farmers know the truth. They’re being abandoned. The fulfillment of the Great Plan has always been steeped in abandonment. We'll follow orders, but I refuse to sacrifice any of my knights on the altar of my Lord's misplaced compassion. We'll do much worse in the days to follow.
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| − | They once called this land Cheyenne Mountain. Soon enough, it will be a charred crater.</font>
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| − | '''Jive Professor:'''
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| − | Sometimes they say the villages have gone mad with green cults, forsaking the promise of the distant stars to worship the Earth Mother instead. They build effigies to her voluminous beauty, and sacrifice their humanity to reawaken the verdant bounty beneath the charred earth. Some are said to have succeeded, and fae creatures dance to their strange songs through the night. [
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| − | I'm basically trying to bring the fae back as that is a big part of the Arthurian Romance, but give it a more sinister edge. ]
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| − | Belgrade - A madman found an ancient cache of supplies from a decades-old shelter of revolutionaries seeking to overthrow the growing feudal powers. They designed a highly sophisticated nanotech weapon that they failed to properly contain. It can infest organic inorganic matter and render it inert, cause it to malfunction, or even turn it against its masters. No one survived the Belgrade massacre, but there is still activity there - strange shapes work and patrol the grounds still, though no living being ever returns from investigating it. [Sort of a Skynet plague with a dash of Necrons thrown in, is what I'm thinking.]
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| − | '''JMPayneJ:'''
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| − | The Diogenes is the hope.... the promise for the future. The shattered Earth is a wasteland, and all too many of the other of the Arks are being staffed with haphazard remnants of the old world. The incessant fighting over scarce resources for the sake of hoarding without thought of the future is occurring all across the world. Communication is near non-existent, though we have heard rumors that a few other seem to be planning. Kharkov, Pretoria, Singapore, Vandenberg, a few others.... We will be the true hope for the future. We know that the new world can not be just remade in the image in the old. It must be made better.
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| − | We have gathered what is necessary. From fission generators, nanite processors, and plasma drives to arc welders and computers, we've build up the stores to truly make the new world something better. Everything has been processed, stored, and archive. We've bled to gather this in the hope for the future. The old NORAD complex has proven as worthy in this new task as it did for the Broken Union.
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| − | The Diogenes stands ready.
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| − | The sacrifices and brutality, the eugenic program and the decimation of Colorado Springs... All of it will be a worthy cost. The nightmares of what we've done will be forgiven, for we will be remembered for what we will do.
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| − | We are the light in the darkness. And the Diogenes will be our lantern.
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| − | =Launch Day=
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| − | =Interlude=
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| − | =Transcript 1=
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| − | =Transcript 2=
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| − | =Transcript 3=
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