>>5271898“Jokes aside, Stanley,” Sybil giggles, “This would imply these… <span class="mu-i">Atlanteans</span> have been here for quite some time… but where exactly did they come from, hm? That’s the question.”
You’ll be sure to grab the next bonehead you find and ask ‘em, you huff. Lord knows these morons like to <span class="mu-i">blab</span>.
Speaking of, the monolith sputters to life once more with another log… one from the same person, too!
“<span class="mu-b">Moronic fools!</span>”
Hey! Watch it, pal!
“<span class="mu-b">Hakned reporting–more for insurance than anything else… Those damned savages are attacking our facility DAILY now… the few we’ve managed to interrogate suggest some sort of ‘DEEP MOTHER’ has declared war on us. I’d almost find it cute if they weren’t so damn ANNOYING.</span>”
You hear something slam against the stone. A fist?
“<span class="mu-b">They don’t sleep. They don’t appear to possess anything resembling self-preservation instincts, and there’s so damn MANY of them… like the Tszookoo swarms back home… But that’s not all.</span>”
You and Syb exchange worried glances. There’s <span class="mu-i">MORE?</span>
“<span class="mu-b">There’s more. Between the savage attacks and constant complaints among the staff about ‘GREEN DREAMS,’ Orderly Dreemka brought an unwelcome revelation to last night’s council meeting: one that I want ON RECORD:
Telenavigator Zzampt was, surprising NO ONE, found three-quarters deep into a flask of VOIDBERRY. When taking the drunk away to sleep it off, Dreemka apparently got a confession: Zzampt was, and I quote, ‘PICKLED’, during our escape so many years ago! It’s a wonder we emerged into this world at all!</span>”
“So they teleported…” Sybil nods, slowly piecing together the puzzle in her head. “But to move something of that much scale-”
“<span class="mu-b">It’s a good thing we didn’t wipe the facility logs after all–we knew the jump would be ‘dirty’, of course, but this was just sloppy: topographical charts since our arrival confirm it–the imprecise warp caused a chain-reaction of dimensional breaches–The High Scholar hypothesizes Zzampt’s folly may have even weakened the dimensional fabric around us…
I can only imagine how severe things are.</span>” The speaker pauses to do something you can’t quite pick up. “<span class="mu-b">There are some among the staff who expressed eagerness in testing this dimensional ‘slack’--consider this my on-record refusal to take part in it. Our place here is tenuous at best–there’s no sense in jeopardizing that unnecessarily.</span>”
And with that, Kelly reassembles on the monolith screen. “<span class="mu-s">END OF LOGS.</span>”
>CONTD. 