(text, un: dante)

[durante]

Good afternoon, Ximilia Station.

By now I've had some time to get accustomed to the situation here and what we're expected to be doing, but there's still a lot left unanswered. However, I don't want to wear someone out with too many questions, so I've decided to try something different. Anyone who responds to this post, I'll ask one question I have about life here, our missions, or our purpose.

Thank you in advance for helping out.

Comments

[cruelyethuman]

You work for the orbs. We all do. Or, for something that wants the orbs together.

Viveca and the commander are merely the faces we are shown, but they are not in control of this.

[durante]

That would align with the information already at hand, if there's something greater. And whatever that something is, it's probably not happy that the goal had to be restarted from square one.

[they'd had Sabriel's guide and the official dossiers together, and still do, taking private notes on their PDA and trying to make sense of everything. it's slowly taking shape.]

[cruelyethuman]

[Does it matter?, but this isn't the place for asking questions about the very nature of their work, about the ethics behind finding the orbs and bringing so much chaos together. Alone, they are powerful enough to shape a world, to create life or snuff it out completely.

Together?

They could turn back time, they could erode the fabric of what is real and they knew too much about every single orber on the station. They knew their hopes and dreams, their fears. Nightmares.]

We might never learn the answer to that question. All we know is, that to alter our initial deal comes at a great cost. And that not all of the orbs seem to want to be brought together.

[durante]

It makes more and more sense thinking about them being chaotic by nature. Contradicting everyone else and trying to scatter, not done with being free.

[pause.]

People are altering their bargains?