At least something's getting my muse worked up...
SR-2 Indefinable Log
WL 45886
I still don’t get why ConCom put me on this ride. I don’t have a bloody field rating, why do you think I’ve been in the labs?
Anyway, Worldline 45886. Unfortunately, the worldname currently making the rounds is Pussyfoot. I think of it as Bizaroworld-3. Local year is 2016. Everything looks like home at 2016, if sidestepping hadn’t been discovered. Hell, a casual look would have you think it’s a dull parallel. Except…
They’re all catboys/girls.
As if the Furries didn’t have enough to be excited about.
Pretty much the only exterior signs are the ears and tails. The news broadcasts show typical cat-like eyes, small fangs in their mouths, and claws for nails.
We’ve managed to attach a tap to one of their high bandwidth geo-sats, and fixed some orientation issues on others just to be good neighbours. Contact will have plenty to work with.
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SR-2 Indefinable Log
WL 45889
Well, this one’s a bust. Looks like a fairly big rock hit recently with a bit of scatergun, estimates are 4-6 months. I’d call this a Lucifer parallel if radar imaging through the dust didn’t show the continents out of position. Best guess our computers can make is 3 million BCE. Better than the star fix attempt. Who’s the idiot that used LOLcat for errors?
We may want to come back to this world in a bit, we got some strange mineral readings from that dust cloud and the impact sites.
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SR-2 Indefinable Log
WL 45890
OK, this was a tense one. For further notice, sidestep BEHIND the moon. We did and between that and our stealth we didn’t get spotted. This was a good thing.
A Mid-Childan cruiser was duking it out with what Elint says was a Belkan scout cruiser. We soaked up all the intel we could while staying in luna shadow. If this is what the Mid-Childan deal with it’s no wonder we keep losing Saucers to them. The Mid ship won but took a heck of a pounding. They jumped out when the Belken ship finished puking gas.
We made a quick dash for survivors and salvage. Got a couple of big pieces that we had the shuttles tow back behind the moon whilst we grabbed smaller stuff. At least the suits didn’t make things harder.
At least when we hit LO we found that while dicks, the Mids aren’t arseholes. Survey picked up a D-Beacon and about 500 life-signs. Reynolds is ripping the sensor records apart for signs of teleportation.
We couldn’t fit all the salvage (including a Mid Mana-cannon that got blasted off) in our bays, so we dropped it off on the luna dark side on WL 45589. Took us a day and it was a good thing too, as we came back to find two Belkan Destroyers duking it out. Frankly, the cruisers are lightweights compared to these. And less vicious too. Laserheads, antimatter, Mana-cannons that can punch large holes in planets, ripstorm-formers... One was obviously rescuing the castaways and ran once they got everybody, the other took chase, but not before using those mana-cannons to make a few new volcanoes and dropping something in atmosphere. Mitsu paled at the readings she got on the bio-sensors, which for a gory thriller lover like her (she reads books on tropical diseases for FUN!) is pretty bad.
We’re packaging all our records on to a jump-drone for immediate return to home.
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SR-2 Indefinable Log
WL 45895
A bunch of quiet world lines helped a bunch to calm down from WL 45590. Then we hit here.
Mitsu’s the one who called it Playboy for the record. Every woman we’ve got pictures for has the looks of, and dresses like (if what little they wear could be called dressing) a Playboy centrefold. Seems like there’s a gender imbalance too, something like four women to every man.
The thing that really sticks out is the weather. It’s perfect for the beach. Continuously. All over the planet. We haven’t seen a single rain cloud, and clouds are fairly rare even for the week we’ve spent in system. But we have snow, Polar ice caps, lots of green forest and fields.
Recommending caution for this one.
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SR-2 Indefinable Log
WL 45902
At first we thought we’d hit a variant on Playboy, only earlier. There was certainly a feel of the Arabian Nights in the reports back from the insertion team, but everything else was the same. Then they came across two harems battling it out with magic.
What they managed to get with the long lenses and parabolic mikes was something like ritual magic where the male somehow activates the magic in the females. The victor dragged the loser to the nearest oasis town. Rajid managed to follow to the procession to a pentagonal area, where the loser was publicly tried and punished by what seemed to be a power-stealing ritual. The trid shows him aging rapidly. His female companions however seemed to get younger and glow, then turn into coloured smoke and flow into a box held by the Judge’s assistants.
Working worldname is Djinni.
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SR-2 Indefinable Log
WL 458904
Final worldline on this survey run, and about time. 3 months in this tin can is more than enough for me. Still, not a bad world to end on. Local time is July 17 1758. Haley’s Comet is due its triumphant return in half a year, and Pope Clement XIII has just succeeded the Papacy. Only thing we’ve seen to show some differences is the huge amounts of mineral resources our scanners have picked up. There’s probably twenty times the gold and platinum in the ground and sea than three other Earths, the gem fields are even larger. Oil and natural gas, iron, coal, aluminium, titanium… Every mineral resource you can think of, it’s got it in huge amounts.
Some of the crew are calling it Motherload.
Me? I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.
SR-2 Indefinable Log
WL 45886
I still don’t get why ConCom put me on this ride. I don’t have a bloody field rating, why do you think I’ve been in the labs?
Anyway, Worldline 45886. Unfortunately, the worldname currently making the rounds is Pussyfoot. I think of it as Bizaroworld-3. Local year is 2016. Everything looks like home at 2016, if sidestepping hadn’t been discovered. Hell, a casual look would have you think it’s a dull parallel. Except…
They’re all catboys/girls.
As if the Furries didn’t have enough to be excited about.
Pretty much the only exterior signs are the ears and tails. The news broadcasts show typical cat-like eyes, small fangs in their mouths, and claws for nails.
We’ve managed to attach a tap to one of their high bandwidth geo-sats, and fixed some orientation issues on others just to be good neighbours. Contact will have plenty to work with.
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SR-2 Indefinable Log
WL 45889
Well, this one’s a bust. Looks like a fairly big rock hit recently with a bit of scatergun, estimates are 4-6 months. I’d call this a Lucifer parallel if radar imaging through the dust didn’t show the continents out of position. Best guess our computers can make is 3 million BCE. Better than the star fix attempt. Who’s the idiot that used LOLcat for errors?
We may want to come back to this world in a bit, we got some strange mineral readings from that dust cloud and the impact sites.
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SR-2 Indefinable Log
WL 45890
OK, this was a tense one. For further notice, sidestep BEHIND the moon. We did and between that and our stealth we didn’t get spotted. This was a good thing.
A Mid-Childan cruiser was duking it out with what Elint says was a Belkan scout cruiser. We soaked up all the intel we could while staying in luna shadow. If this is what the Mid-Childan deal with it’s no wonder we keep losing Saucers to them. The Mid ship won but took a heck of a pounding. They jumped out when the Belken ship finished puking gas.
We made a quick dash for survivors and salvage. Got a couple of big pieces that we had the shuttles tow back behind the moon whilst we grabbed smaller stuff. At least the suits didn’t make things harder.
At least when we hit LO we found that while dicks, the Mids aren’t arseholes. Survey picked up a D-Beacon and about 500 life-signs. Reynolds is ripping the sensor records apart for signs of teleportation.
We couldn’t fit all the salvage (including a Mid Mana-cannon that got blasted off) in our bays, so we dropped it off on the luna dark side on WL 45589. Took us a day and it was a good thing too, as we came back to find two Belkan Destroyers duking it out. Frankly, the cruisers are lightweights compared to these. And less vicious too. Laserheads, antimatter, Mana-cannons that can punch large holes in planets, ripstorm-formers... One was obviously rescuing the castaways and ran once they got everybody, the other took chase, but not before using those mana-cannons to make a few new volcanoes and dropping something in atmosphere. Mitsu paled at the readings she got on the bio-sensors, which for a gory thriller lover like her (she reads books on tropical diseases for FUN!) is pretty bad.
We’re packaging all our records on to a jump-drone for immediate return to home.
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SR-2 Indefinable Log
WL 45895
A bunch of quiet world lines helped a bunch to calm down from WL 45590. Then we hit here.
Mitsu’s the one who called it Playboy for the record. Every woman we’ve got pictures for has the looks of, and dresses like (if what little they wear could be called dressing) a Playboy centrefold. Seems like there’s a gender imbalance too, something like four women to every man.
The thing that really sticks out is the weather. It’s perfect for the beach. Continuously. All over the planet. We haven’t seen a single rain cloud, and clouds are fairly rare even for the week we’ve spent in system. But we have snow, Polar ice caps, lots of green forest and fields.
Recommending caution for this one.
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SR-2 Indefinable Log
WL 45902
At first we thought we’d hit a variant on Playboy, only earlier. There was certainly a feel of the Arabian Nights in the reports back from the insertion team, but everything else was the same. Then they came across two harems battling it out with magic.
What they managed to get with the long lenses and parabolic mikes was something like ritual magic where the male somehow activates the magic in the females. The victor dragged the loser to the nearest oasis town. Rajid managed to follow to the procession to a pentagonal area, where the loser was publicly tried and punished by what seemed to be a power-stealing ritual. The trid shows him aging rapidly. His female companions however seemed to get younger and glow, then turn into coloured smoke and flow into a box held by the Judge’s assistants.
Working worldname is Djinni.
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SR-2 Indefinable Log
WL 458904
Final worldline on this survey run, and about time. 3 months in this tin can is more than enough for me. Still, not a bad world to end on. Local time is July 17 1758. Haley’s Comet is due its triumphant return in half a year, and Pope Clement XIII has just succeeded the Papacy. Only thing we’ve seen to show some differences is the huge amounts of mineral resources our scanners have picked up. There’s probably twenty times the gold and platinum in the ground and sea than three other Earths, the gem fields are even larger. Oil and natural gas, iron, coal, aluminium, titanium… Every mineral resource you can think of, it’s got it in huge amounts.
Some of the crew are calling it Motherload.
Me? I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.