Twilight Mirage 20: Bits Left Behind

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As the station of Privign comes under assault, the Beloved Dust rush to respond. Tender Sky and Signet speak with the leader of the temple to determine a plan of action that will save the lives of those on board. Elsewhere, Fourteen Fifteen makes a startling discovery. And over it all a strange light* is cast.


Life is precious. We found out, we found out.

This week on Twilight Mirage: Bits Left Behind.

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with Jelena, but she’d gone off to bed by then. It was late, after all, and she’d already spent a full day’s time poring over what we’d found in the special archive: the strange light. We’d run analysis for wavelength, for temperature, for shape. Nothing. I knew I’d spent the whole night working on it because I could feel the ship’s blocks moving into their new design, so I collected my things in the small satchel that my aunt had given to me then as a birthday gift, and prepared to leave. But just as I prepared to leave, I looked back at it one more time, admiring its shifting colors. But the colors did not admire me. The Sun pales, reader, to its brightness. And we are dimmer[note 1] stilllllll111111111000000000000, 000, 000, 000, 255, 255, 255, 086, 073, #53494f#4e2049#532056#454c4f#434954#592049#532056#4f4c55#4d4520#495320#564543#544f52#204953#205641#53544e#455353#204953#205649#43544f#525920#564f4c#495449#4f4e2e

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[Primary] Dispatch 172.

Satellite, it's not that I don't think that intervention is ever necessary. It's just. We are allowed one type of intervention. And that type is not a solution, it's proof that everyone in this fleet has failed. And an assurance that no one else will ever do the same.

We're here for one reason, Satellite: to make sure that Independence and whatever the hell the Iconoclasts are working on don't become Annihilation-Class objects. And we're here to assure that, no matter the cost to them, or to us.

It is romantic, in every sense possible, to think of us as just a couple of do-gooders on the edge of the Principality's border. A couple of gals on the frontier, keeping the world right-side up. But we are more than that, and less, too.

I love you, Satellite. I love us. But we are a loaded gun. And the second that you start thinking that a loaded gun is romantic is the second you stop being like us and start being like them.

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  1. The following text uses multiple ciphers, including hexadecimal, and deciphers to: VISION IS VELOCITY IS VOLUME IS VECTOR IS VASTNESS IS VICTORY VOLITION.