Towards Astaria and the seam of the seas.   Posted by Failed GM.Group: archive 0
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Thu 5 Jan 2017
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Towards Astaria and the seam of the seas
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Far away it seemed. and  beautiful: white-walled, many-towered, proud and fair upon its seat; its battlements glittered with steel, and its turrets were bright with many banners...
Hard and dark and smooth, unconquerable by steel or fire, unbreakable except by some convulsion that would rend the very earth on which it stood...


The waters do not trouble the contraption, its bulky shape the only thing indicating it was not exactly made to function in them: the tentacles and appendages propel it with ease as soon as Fin suggests the nanospirits go here or there, up or down. The waters are mostly calm so far, and through the comms Molfeen can understand the limits of this domain: to the west there is a seam in the distance, a place where the water is changed. To the south, far away, a glittering of lights and reflections: the destination. The haven of Ormakal. This is what Fin has sought.

The nanospirits demand to know: "ahead", "below", "strafe", they ask. Multiple directions and decisions beckon. It is time to choose a path that will lead the group to their reckoning.

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Final Command
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Fri 13 Jan 2017
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So far, an open approach has led to combat, to strife, to a great deal of struggle and confusion.  Also reward, but not always the reward she had sought.  Perhaps they can try something more subtle.

...for a given value of subtle, considering her mode of transportation.

Fin had used the journey to process at least perhaps 5% of the complex feelings, the non-standard neuro-chemical responses, the emotions that had driven her willingly from the Weal.  To fulfill Guardian's purpose.  To find a cure.  To have found her mother.  To have found companions, both organic and not.  C40arla was welcome, a reminder of those she'd counted as allies at home.  Hound was welcome, though she didn't know it well yet.  Hopefully she would someday.  Molfeen would someday.  And the sphere... a piece of hope.  If only Ormakal held the answers it should.

The distant lights reminded her a little of the Dragon, and she felt a pang of homesickness.  (The Dragon cannot fall into the wrong hands.  The Weal would end.  That was a doom-saying of a predictive bot that had installed itself near the center of the Weal.  Maybe it hadn't been malfunctioning forever.)

"Down.  Conceal.  Scan settlement ahead if possible.  If range is too short, advance to scanning rage if detection probability is low.  We need to see what lies ahead," Fin said, her hand on Hound's scaly head.
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Fri 20 Jan 2017
at 17:54
Towards Astaria and the seam of the seas
With a massive flurry of movement, the sphere descends. Fin's sinuses clog until her helmet's apparatus compensates for the added pressure. The darkness of the depths seems to be good at hiding the artifact so far while it proceeds due south.
As the seskii bays and growls in discomfort, C40arla points out that the seam is described by the nanospirits as "the great division of the seas" and "that which gives us life". Fin remembers legends of a huge system that uses the waters to generate power. And Ormakal controls it.
Some of the visors are rerouted by means unknown to display the white city, getting slowly closer. It will still be several hours of submarine travel.
What do you do?
Final Command
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Sat 28 Jan 2017
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Towards Astaria and the seam of the seas
Fin strokes Hound, considers her helmet, and inquires, "Are there pressure-adaptics for organics available?  Hound has no exterior adaptors."

As for Ormakal...  If this is indeed the thing responsible for the nanos that attacked the Weal, she could find a way to hurt him.  Or perhaps his interest was only more in her family, and Molfeen's danger was less to her home than to her own self.

Start with the base code.

That had been Guardian's first lesson.

She asks the core, once she had learned about pressure-adaptics, "These nanospirits here..." Fin will try to isolate a strain of the sort that had started her on her journey.  "Are these part of your original manufacture?  Or were they added?  If so, when and how were they added, and who did the work?"

[Private to GM: 09:12, Today: Final Command rolled 10 using 1d20.  Communicating with pyramid (S) (1E).]
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Towards Astaria and the seam of the seas
A slow litany is intoned in answer to Fin's question. All the nanospirits around her hum, the hull reverberating with them.
Home was here when we first arose, and will be here after we are gone.
Home is our home and our body.
We are Home's will. We are Home's life and flow.
In the beginning there was Home, and in the end Home will be no more. We are all one inside Home.
.
..
...
But some of us came later. We remember, for we record all.
So it was, a short time ago, that another like you came in and bonded our new family to Home.
We felt a change in direction then, a new purpose, a new plan.
Your arrival changed that plan. Now we need a new purpose. We will come to a new purpose, in time. F
or now, your plan is our plan.
In the beginning there was Home, and in the end Home will be no more. We are all one inside Home.
Nanite visions of the past and future arise around Fin, a scene of the primordial techsoup where all synth comes from, a swarm of spirits tearing down walls and the very earth, and finally the sphere, in a much different time. The one Fin sees in the vision is pure white, a terrifying, puissant mass smothering the land but not getting tarnished. Then, eons.
The end of the transmission leaves Molfeen rattled.

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Final Command
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Mon 6 Feb 2017
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Towards Astaria and the seam of the seas
Molfeen grips Hound on his crystalline back as she processes what she has seen and felt.  The beginning of the nanospirits, the beginning, possibly, of all mechanical life...  What must it have been like to feel that purpose beginning?

She lets the sense of wonder transmute slowly, going from awe back to analysis of the Core's words.  Or Home's words, as she must now call it.  Someone gave it new purpose, and now she had done it again.

"Do you know who bound you to Home?  Who gave you the plan-before-me?"  Molfeen considers several things, and then decides to explain the whole of her purpose, of Final Command's journey.  "I lived in a place where all life was primarily mechanical, my Home, where my own components were in the minority.  But I lived as they did, as much as I was able.  Until one day rogue nanospirits came to infect all of my Home and destroy components that were significant to me.  I was not hurt, and went to look for a repair solution.  Can you help me with this repair scenario?"
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Towards Astaria and the seam of the seas
The nanospirits ignore the first part of the question with a musical hum. They suddenly swarm the Jack and connect. Everything blurs for a second, and she perceives a strong scent of milk. Then it all whooshes out
We see. We cannot "repair" your Home. We could rebuild it, but it would not be as it was before.
It cannot.
A grave thing has happened. A loss of intelligence. A void.
We do not like this. We do not like this. We will help you in other ways, if you let us.

After their words, Fin feels a greater understanding. New visions, new memories that the spirits have left behind, telling of their origin. The nanospirits were built. Some were built by men, or people very much like men. And some were not. They were given the Home, or perhaps they stole it. Or perhaps they came up with it, alone and useless. It is not clear. Over the ages they coalesced, amongst a prior world, and then amongst its ruins. People were there, and people left. And the spirits stayed. Home decayed a bit, for the nanospirits did not care much for looks... It seems. Fin sees the overseer Celes arriving, unleashing a stream of new spirits, twisting the flow for her own purposes. The rest was known to her.

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Final Command
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Tue 7 Mar 2017
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Molfeen nods slowly.  That does make sense that Celes would co-opt the nanospirits with her own, trying to twist their original programming to something of her choosing.  Perhaps as a weapon of war?  That would also make sense, considering the tensions in the region.  Many of the Weal had been originally crafted for some combative purpose, though the squabbling over resources, organic resources, had struck a younger Final Command as patently absurd.  Pickier organics, she realized now, might find a greater selection worth fighting over.

When you were at Home, was there another who siphoned some of you off or introduced others?  Ormakal or Akamal?  A being who lives just a few distance units from our location?”  Molfeen will try to explain what her mother had told her of Akamal, bringing up what memories and files she can and displaying everything for their perusal, describing where she could, drawing where that would be more efficient.  “He is likely the one responsible for trying to twist my Home, and the one who used your flow for her own purpose may have been connected to him.  He lives there.”  She points in the direction of the upcoming city.
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Fri 17 Mar 2017
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Towards Astaria and the seam of the seas
We only find references to Ormakal through our new brethren.
They are new references.
No dangling pointers here.
No leaks.
No leaks.
The spirits change tune
We are at Home.
We have always been at Home.
This is our home. This is our body, our soul.
That city... That city holds enormous power.
We feel it even here.
It could be ours, if we made it ours.
Home would be bigger.
It is white.
It has power.
It could be.
Final Command
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Mon 27 Mar 2017
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Towards Astaria and the seam of the seas
Molfeen's eyebrows go up in an unusual show of surprise.  They could take over...?  Yes, they had implied so!  Ormakal, who had hunted her mother and caused her father to be killed, had been the source of Molfeen having to been hidden in the Weal, he had caused much harm to the region.  That he was responsible for the current woe of the Weal was a strong possibility.  Nanospirits could be an excellent far-flung weapon, and this one had not allowed them to find the author of their woe until now.

"If you were to expand your Home to include Ormakal's power, to stop this war at the same time, could you also help find a reset for the rogue brethren that are harming my home?" she asks, dazzled at the possibilities laid out before her.
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Towards Astaria and the seam of the seas
The nanospirits hum with great sorrow, noticing both Fin's elation and the harsh truth
We see. We cannot "repair" your Home. We could rebuild it, but it would not be as it was before.
It cannot.
A grave thing has happened. A loss of intelligence. A void.
We do not like this. We do not like this. We will help you in other ways, if you let us.
OOC: What do you want to do?
Final Command
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Wed 29 Mar 2017
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Molfeen tried to hold back her disappointment.  She'd been so hopeful, that after her journey and what she had gone through, that there would be a solution here.  The nanospirits were so powerful in their way...  But maybe she just hadn't found the right way yet.  All things could adapt, even the Weal.

"What other ways can you help?  And what can I do to help you?  Can I help you with your new home, help you gain the power in Ormakal's city?" Molfeen asks.  She hoped that if the nanospirits could gain more strength and their own Home, that they would be able to help her more.  She also would not see them repurposed for Ormakal's own ambitions and war.
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At Molfeen's last request, the nanospirits froth. A technomist is clearly visible all around her, lapping at her.
Analysis... Scanning.
Analysis... Complete.
You will be *crucial* to that task. You will be imbued at the right time. Yes. We will have a new home. And so will you.
OOC: You are fast approaching the coast. How will you enter Astaria?

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Tue 18 Apr 2017
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Towards Astaria and the seam of the seas
Some of that sounded slightly ominous.  But Final Command had started this journey to find help against an implacable and unknown foe.  The price for such help would likely be steep.  No programming without labor, as the saying went in the Weal.  And Molfeen knew that there were dangers here that went beyond even her beloved Weal.

(Beloved.  That was a word she was beginning to understand.  It was a tangential vocabulary word in the Weal, brought in from organic translators and relayed through protocol droids, but Molfeen though there was a meaning there beyond just “connection.”  Something much more profound.)

Let us approach as unseen and unheard and undetected as we may.  We’ll give Ormakal no opportunity to study and counter you or reprogram/repurpose you.  We’ll be watching and ready as we enter his city,” Molfeen says, dentition bared and clenched together in a primitive display of humanoid rage she had seen on the distorted faces of the beings in the village where she had found C4rla.  She did not care that it was a borrowed expression, it fit her mood.