Post by Absinthe on Dec 10, 2018 11:40:04 GMT
[ Hanja Parma | Lienati Village | Restricted Zone | Arcturian Station ] - [ Episode 01, Day 1, 0830 hrs. ]
It was not a simple task, it never had been. Yet it had to be done. From the moment one of the light pods had gone out and a section of the forests in biome was plunged into the inky darkness, those Lienati who were in the forest knew that it would be the Hanja, Parma, who would need to attend to the matter. Such matters were attended to by the Hanja as it was the Hanja who had the access and the training to enter the great hall of the Will of the Station. Once there the problem would be identified and if need be some of the Lienati would gather supplies and deliver them to those that served the Will of the Station.
It was a cycle of life that had continued for generations and it had allowed the Lienati to prosper. Things had changed from time to time when specific biomes were closed off, when routes were isolated due to some outside element coming onto the station. This had happened before and, in the mind of the Lienati, it would happen many more times before the day when The Wise Ones returned. Such was the way of all things.
It did not concern the Lienati that the upper Biome had visitors in it, they had simply isolated it and raised protections over the rest of the station, or rather Parma, Hanja of the Lienati, had gone into the Great Hall of the Will, after being purified and sanctified by the priests who stood guard there, she had spoken directly to the Will itself. The Lienati we told them to stay in the middle biomes, avoiding the Lower Biome and Biomes 1 and 4. The lower Biome had been closed off in the time before even the Hanja before Parma and no Lienati now living knew of what had caused it, none even knew what was down there at all. Thus there was nothing lost by being told not to go there. Not entering the 4th biome was a frustration as many furs were gathered from the predators there. Parma had been present when the 1st biome had entered isolation, though the reason for this was not widely spoken of.
Thus the Lienati we now restricted to the 2nd Biome, where they had built their village and where much of their society now was, and the 3rd biome, where they could gather fruits and berries and some small prey animals. The massive pipes still teamed with the glowing fish who were good to eat, so that matter was not a concern.
However, when the lights turned off in the 3rd biome there was a great deal of concern. Quickly those who were gathering food for the village returned with what they had already gathered and reported to the House of Elders to speak of what had happened. A darkness had befallen the gardens that fed them. When Parma heard of it, a darkness fell across her heart. She dreaded speaking with the Will fo the Station. Yet she knew her duty. Heavy was the mantle of Hanja upon her antlers, yet she would not disappoint her people, she could not allow such a thing to happen.
As she left the Hall of Elders she was greeted by a crowd of her people. She held her hands out to them and those were close reached out to touch them, those farther away simply laid their hands on the shoulders of those who were in contact with her that any peace may flow through them as well.
"A darkness has befallen our trees and our fruit. I will go to the Will of the Station. We will find the light and we will return it, be not afraid," she said in a calm voice. Any anxiety within her was not evident in her voice and those who saw and heard her did feel relieved. "Now please, consume less today and on the marrow, save what you might. Know that the light will return, but we will not squander what we have."
Then she turned from the crowd, the long heavy fabric of her robes trailing after her. She made her way down the path from the Hall of the Elders to a small cylinder jutting up from the ground. It had large smooth metal doors and a small fence surrounding it made up of old wooden stakes with an old worn rope hanging between them with white ribbons tied to it and regular intervals. The dirt on the ground was cleared and a set of steps led down to the bare metal a few feet away from the cylinder. It was clean and polished, despite it being ancient. The priests of the village regularly attended to it for days such as this.
As she approached Parma bowed her head and unhooked the rope from one of the stakes to allow herself entrance into the small circle. Once inside she replaced the rope. She took her time doing it, being gentle with the rope and the metal that held it in place. Everything built by the Lientai around the cylinder showed it's age, including the rope and the posts, yet the cylinder, built by The Wise Ones, showed no age, no sign of decay in the eons since they had built it.
Once inside the circle of posts Parma approached the cylinder and reached out to touch the smooth black panel next to the doors. A beam of light emitted from it and ran over her hand. She did not flinch as the prick os a small needle found her finger and took a small sample of her blood. She had been trained to deal with this and her body was beyond that of reaction to it.
The massive doors of the cylinder slid silently open to reveal the small room inside. She bowed once more as it opened and then stepped inside. She did not turn to look back at the crowd who had gathered to watch her enter the cylinder, she knew that they were apprehensive of any time she would enter the cylinder and she did it very rarely. It was not wise to go to the Will of the Station unless the matter was of grave concern. Darkness in the forest was of grave concern. She would go to the Will of the Station and she would see what could be done about it.
It was not a simple task, it never had been. Yet it had to be done. From the moment one of the light pods had gone out and a section of the forests in biome was plunged into the inky darkness, those Lienati who were in the forest knew that it would be the Hanja, Parma, who would need to attend to the matter. Such matters were attended to by the Hanja as it was the Hanja who had the access and the training to enter the great hall of the Will of the Station. Once there the problem would be identified and if need be some of the Lienati would gather supplies and deliver them to those that served the Will of the Station.
It was a cycle of life that had continued for generations and it had allowed the Lienati to prosper. Things had changed from time to time when specific biomes were closed off, when routes were isolated due to some outside element coming onto the station. This had happened before and, in the mind of the Lienati, it would happen many more times before the day when The Wise Ones returned. Such was the way of all things.
It did not concern the Lienati that the upper Biome had visitors in it, they had simply isolated it and raised protections over the rest of the station, or rather Parma, Hanja of the Lienati, had gone into the Great Hall of the Will, after being purified and sanctified by the priests who stood guard there, she had spoken directly to the Will itself. The Lienati we told them to stay in the middle biomes, avoiding the Lower Biome and Biomes 1 and 4. The lower Biome had been closed off in the time before even the Hanja before Parma and no Lienati now living knew of what had caused it, none even knew what was down there at all. Thus there was nothing lost by being told not to go there. Not entering the 4th biome was a frustration as many furs were gathered from the predators there. Parma had been present when the 1st biome had entered isolation, though the reason for this was not widely spoken of.
Thus the Lienati we now restricted to the 2nd Biome, where they had built their village and where much of their society now was, and the 3rd biome, where they could gather fruits and berries and some small prey animals. The massive pipes still teamed with the glowing fish who were good to eat, so that matter was not a concern.
However, when the lights turned off in the 3rd biome there was a great deal of concern. Quickly those who were gathering food for the village returned with what they had already gathered and reported to the House of Elders to speak of what had happened. A darkness had befallen the gardens that fed them. When Parma heard of it, a darkness fell across her heart. She dreaded speaking with the Will fo the Station. Yet she knew her duty. Heavy was the mantle of Hanja upon her antlers, yet she would not disappoint her people, she could not allow such a thing to happen.
As she left the Hall of Elders she was greeted by a crowd of her people. She held her hands out to them and those were close reached out to touch them, those farther away simply laid their hands on the shoulders of those who were in contact with her that any peace may flow through them as well.
"A darkness has befallen our trees and our fruit. I will go to the Will of the Station. We will find the light and we will return it, be not afraid," she said in a calm voice. Any anxiety within her was not evident in her voice and those who saw and heard her did feel relieved. "Now please, consume less today and on the marrow, save what you might. Know that the light will return, but we will not squander what we have."
Then she turned from the crowd, the long heavy fabric of her robes trailing after her. She made her way down the path from the Hall of the Elders to a small cylinder jutting up from the ground. It had large smooth metal doors and a small fence surrounding it made up of old wooden stakes with an old worn rope hanging between them with white ribbons tied to it and regular intervals. The dirt on the ground was cleared and a set of steps led down to the bare metal a few feet away from the cylinder. It was clean and polished, despite it being ancient. The priests of the village regularly attended to it for days such as this.
As she approached Parma bowed her head and unhooked the rope from one of the stakes to allow herself entrance into the small circle. Once inside she replaced the rope. She took her time doing it, being gentle with the rope and the metal that held it in place. Everything built by the Lientai around the cylinder showed it's age, including the rope and the posts, yet the cylinder, built by The Wise Ones, showed no age, no sign of decay in the eons since they had built it.
Once inside the circle of posts Parma approached the cylinder and reached out to touch the smooth black panel next to the doors. A beam of light emitted from it and ran over her hand. She did not flinch as the prick os a small needle found her finger and took a small sample of her blood. She had been trained to deal with this and her body was beyond that of reaction to it.
The massive doors of the cylinder slid silently open to reveal the small room inside. She bowed once more as it opened and then stepped inside. She did not turn to look back at the crowd who had gathered to watch her enter the cylinder, she knew that they were apprehensive of any time she would enter the cylinder and she did it very rarely. It was not wise to go to the Will of the Station unless the matter was of grave concern. Darkness in the forest was of grave concern. She would go to the Will of the Station and she would see what could be done about it.
