>>5195175Great steeples climb high and arch to meet one another, it was something out of a fantasy novel. You gawk in awe, even if it was nowhere near as tall as the surroundings. The masterful hand crafted bricks and gargoyles. Most were cruel and snarling monsters, others were more familiar shapes of Phobos. The place was almost empty, crowds like your own meandering about taking in the sights and history. Surprisingly enough Dimitri led the gang slipping into the role of tour guide easily. The lobby stretched down the way, large open doorways leading to different sections of the museum. The scruffy pilot led you first into the Pre-fall conflicts, of course much of the exhibits were ancient piecemeal things.
Not much seemingly remained from the first millennia of man. However a few alleged transcripts remain from those very days. The quotes are stenciled into wooden plaques. The boy's deep voice carried the translated words over hundreds of years old. "The Moon is burning, Atmosphere is gone… Is anyone out there?" You read another snippet full of haunting words. "Felaxel three is crippled, twenty-seven million are drifting off into the stars… We've lost her. Please send help… We can sti-" Haruki's voice caught as she spoke up herself. "Lunar 01 is the second sun in the night. The Strexis is burning in orbit…" Tony picked out his own as well, in the melancholy place the words resound out. "Mayday! We are venting trellium… Mayday! This is Brighton Major. We are Critical, repeat. Critical… Brace for…" The gloomy room was littered with carbon dated materials. Moon rocks, ancient uniforms and flags. Many blood stained.
Artists had taken liberties and renderer oil paintings of the catastrophe that wrought the world asunder. "Brighton is gone… The Valencia is coming down right on top of us… We are shutting the connection before we go Critical." Countless other whispers of the dead mingle around the room, the aged wood stained dark from the countless fingers that traced them. You did the same feeling out a short sentence, trying to emphasize with those early humans. "All dead. Only me… I saw the Hampshire jump, she cleared atmo. I'll try and realign… just please reply. Not long left now." You take turns reading out more harrowing accounts. "The Adisa and Second Deli collided over the himalayas… estimation one hundred million deceased. Crimson snow falls." It painted a grim picture for mankind. And yet you were still here, still killing one another. From that you followed a set of arrows, leading you to a section far more recent. The Fall had happened, humanity had crippled herself be it through war of other various tragedies man made or not. It matters little. The Gap remained, the rulers of the earth had been shulked from their thrones and much is forgotten as billions die.
