THREADNEEDLE : CROESO
ARRIVAL
//: 090 POSTING REQUEST FOR ACCELERATED UPGRADE
> //: druid-rolecall . . .
TASTE32 - vanquished from the three valleys he becomes semi emergent around the 90s only to return to set up shop at The Transcience Bodega. Earth 090’s Last Analogue Outpost on this Godforsaken rock.
FWLTUR -activate <KWIKlog>
: Arrives at the Bodega Cycle 12 Earth 090 local time > Jan 28th 10:32am 2014
:conscious exchange swap program with native.
:duration of contract is still unknown
:mode of travel facilitated by the psilocybin abstract network.
ROGUE TACTICS - The collector of vibrations and waves. if hes not deep in the rhythms of mystery you will find him with the lizards on Gundalad with a healthy amount of satiga in his system.
THE LOST LADIES
[PRE-NARRATIVE OVERVIEW: THE LOST WORLD]
When the Lost world Quantum Clapped past 090 in Cycle 12 it is said that a Bridge of minds opened and consciousness solidified for a brief moment as one. The equivalent of a gecko's heartbeat. Ideas and thoughts exchanged and the two worlds affected forever. Although from the outside looking in any sensible analyst would say that Earth 090 came out of the clap better. Historical folklore of the lost world became spectacles in the years to come for 090, They would merge like other quantum claps into the deep subconscious of gaia herself.
The Lost World on the other hand inherited a host of new ideas itself. Some could argue that it is the reason for its downfall. Its corruption and its pilgrimage of chaos. Within a lifetime the democratic system admired by many in the multiverse was poisoned by bad apples and Vortigern would seize total power. His rule became difficult to ignore.
Forced into a position of adjudication the consortium voted for 090 to offer its world for asylum. Gate 090 was opened officially to outside worlds but remained closed for the local population of water apes. Vortigern promised to rule two worlds by the end of cycle 12 and thanked the consortium for its gift. A small team of druids would be tasked with gate Management and act as first contact for those fleeing tyranny. A hopeless task if not for what was discovered hidden amongst the programmed. Nomads! Scattered all over the planet. The ancient minds waking in the most unlikely of places.
THE LOST LADIES
//:THELOSTLADIES_SEASON ONE
Four Ladies. Requesting sanctuary. The gate rang on repeat, scrambling to get the system secured. The nomads would have to be called upon early. Four ladies. Requesting sanctuary. Do we fire ??? A thought we all pried with. We were directly synced to the lost world just a bell before. Smugglers union always listening to the inbetweens. They said “Three”. Not four. Still a sore note for anyone's first day. The vote was rescue and I'm glad it was.
Three Ladies from the fallen world seeking refuge and an additional stow away. Vortigern clasping at their locks and a handful of nomads crazy enough to show up. Got to love them odds. The ladies were liberated with haste and offered safe haven in the vaults of the worthy collectors. Their forever homes. Or so we hoped.
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THE LOST LADIES
//:SEASON TWO
A special delivery lands at the Bodega. Addressed to the Nomads, it began to piece together a dastardly dark plot to gain influence through exploitation. It was time to mobilise. Hesiod Protocol was the prize. Could they secure the software and unlock the recon files to uncover the hidden assets and bring them home for asylum amongst their newfound allies on 090? It was time to get amongst it. Who was the one pulling the strings? Sleuthing unveiled the shady character as none other than shadowlurker general Vortigern and his GoethMorel Corp. cascade of joy. The goose chase was on, and in true cold blooded fashion our scaly friends in arms the Lucky Lizards lived up to their namesakes. First through the blockade and liberation was set as the druids slept.
On recovery from their brief slumber it was clear the work was well underway.
The refugees swiftly finding their protection amongst the Nomads who stepped up to the cause. Little was known about where this journey would lead, and many were perplexed amongst the madness of the occasion. The resulting factor was that of whimsy and delight. Safe harbour for our Ladies, whilst a tragic tale marrs the twisting end of this particular tale. Brought to the light amongst the glitz and glamour of the GoethMorel leaked files we havent used yet.) and publications came news that no other than Peter of PANN. international had fallen foul to the adulterous temptations of the corporate glitterati. The mistress was blacklisted and his former love Tink… well… you can hear the finale for yourself…
With news now spread amongst the underground networks. It sparked a movement liberation which verberated deep amongst the roots of the emergence.
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R U THERE TINK?
EARTH090
CONSORTIUM - PRECLASSIFICATION AUDIT
MEMO 17
Earth 090 on its current cycle renders little hope for the advancement of the water ape experiment. It is evident that they suffer poor and illogical advancements on the fronts of science and technology, and have put greed before merit on the fight for further medicinal prowess.
There is hope if a culture shift is instilled at a grassroots level.
There are pockets of resistance mounting against the mediocrity and sin filled shadow theatre the planet is currently enjoying.
Dark is the morning before the dawn...
["LOVE IS NOT THE CONFRONTATION WITH THE ABSURDITY OF THE WORLD, BUT PURELY A REFUSAL TO BE BROKEN BY IT."]
Aston prime… every world we are assigned that boasts an abundance of meatsacks seems parallelled with the architecture of a meat prison. This wreaked of Vortigern from the off, unable to lick his wounds from the Ladies rescue he turned his frustrations to the aquatic apes of Earth 090. Draped in binary fantasy and simulated cheap stimulus, Aston Prime had all the tools and all the fools, they thought it an easy task but disregarded one element. Alice and the Mad hackers. Free from the Lost world Alice had embedded herself into what she loves most: cyber anarchy.
As scores of advertisements flooded the space for the latest headset from META.
Alice with the aid of the data smugglers and the Mad Hackers Network, was able to broadcast their message that Aston Prime is not to be trusted. They must escape their Meat anchored fantasy drivel and unplug from the schemes sketched to exploit the very last eon of attention and self directed initiative out of these young intelligible humans.
META Made their advancements during the consumerist heatwave of late November - you know the scene, turkey filled bottom swillers surging the local hypermarche for the deals du jour. The modern day vultures, with far less demeanour than our ornithological namesakes. Atleast they can contain their own limbic excitements. Ferverful cretins.
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" IN THE MIRACLE OF PHYSICAL EXISTENCE WE HAVE ONLY ONE TRUE FINITE RESOURCE. TIME.
THOSE THAT REACH FOR MEANING DANCE WITH THE IMMORTALS ... OR THERE ARE THOSE THAT SQUANDER TIME FOR TRINKETS AND JEWELS. ETERNALLY WANDERING THE DESERTS SEARCHING FOR THEIR LIVES SCATTERED IN GRAINS OF GLASS ACROSS ENDLESS DUNES OF DECEPTION.
WHICH ONE AM I?
I AM SOMETHING DIFFERENT..."
THE DUNE & DECEPTION
Zypher commandeered a DeltaWish1x and set course for escape. Quick sharp.
That escape came to an abrupt end when he was shot down and crashed into the dunes.
Enter the valor. Time was scarce, the Nomads rolled through and swept the crash site to avail the Riches of Glass whilst attempting to evacuate Zypher.
This was not a day for the easy wins. With relay comms offline due to the interference from Zypher and easy minting routes blocked by chainloads beyond our control.
It was inevitable that the Nomads would need to restrategise. We called on the expertise of the Narwhal to stack the relay via the bluebird comms and hold the links to ensure we could transit as many home as possible. All was not lost. Honorable mentions would also be made of our Mandragon and Exxoo who came to aid those who struggled to secure the assets.
CYCLICAL
MOBIUS SLIPS
THE CHOICE
Zypher, a Demi god entity with the unstructured power to unravel the very threads of time. Reducing them to but mere fragments of a wistful memory, if you’re lucky you get to keep those. The memories that is. His previous event follows the genesis of Project Present / [p.prep] a mysterious black project whos originators are yet to fully be revealed.
But let’s not worry about that now, the past is not where we join this thread. . .
Zypher was spotted on the CCTV footage at the Bodega following a gate skirmish at 090. He swiftly disappeared via a portal. Unbeknownst to the Nomads, Zypher was being bounty hunted. A hired hit to secure this rare deity.
BOOK ONE
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THE BIDDERS CIRCLE
Zypher commandeered a DeltaWish1x and set course for escape. Quick sharp.
That escape came to an abrupt end when he was shot down and crashed into the dunes.
Enter the valor. Time was scarce, the Nomads rolled through and swept the crash site to avail the Riches of Glass whilst attempting to evacuate Zypher.
This was not a day for the easy wins. With relay comms offline due to the interference from Zypher and easy minting routes blocked by chainloads beyond our control.
It was inevitable that the Nomads would need to restrategise. We called on the expertise of the Narwhal to stack the relay via the bluebird comms and hold the links to ensure we could transit as many home as possible. All was not lost. Honorable mentions would also be made of our Mandragon and Exxoo who came to aid those who struggled to secure the assets.
BROKEN TRANSMISSION
THE ARCHAIC REVIVAL
WORMHOLES NOSEBONES
THE RAPH IS BACK IN BUSINESS!
Sending a new recruit through a virgin gate jump is always a risk, but there fell full confidence in the selection of this particular Nomad.This was to be a solo mission, a recon to forge bridges beyond our territory. Our nomad needed some transit and we have just the connection.
Maanske Hilde our aviation “expert” was the one we called upon, to the Hangar!
And what a selection it was to be… The Raphanone 60-60.
Heralding a flight to unbeknownst regions of the fold, Com7 had to make rendezvous at the cesspit of existence itself. Heldonisa 8. An exchange was made for a floppy and we finally received intel that Zypher was to due be put up for auction at the Bidders Circle. An elitist event for flogging rarities and blacker than blackmarket assets.
MANKSE'S HANGAR
RAPHANONE 6060
HELDONISA 8
THE BIDDER'S CIRCLE
The flagship event of this tale. Hosted by the Concierge and every shady shylock in a tri planetary zone, its no wonder that eyes within the venue were locked to the upcoming lots. Yet shaded in a highly private self habited bidders booth. Each shrouded from the other. And the lots themselves. Particularly these Zypher caskets. Were to be bidded on blind.
We managed to infiltrate the circle thanks to the diskette retrieved by Com7.
Using intel gathered via the archaic terminal. It was clear this event would be attended by many wealthy coin swillers. We delved amongst a world built in 3.1 pixel ponder, extracting the info in time to manouever some Nomads into the fray and amongst the bidding frenzy the pieces each one by one fell into the ownership of the Fold via the Nomadic turn out of the evening, hidden in their disguised aliases . A job worthy of any escape artist protege, we had manageto secure the payload and keep him away from himself into the safety of the triad. A personality forever destined to be split. For the safety of future advancements, and our very existence.
This drew the Zypher saga to a close. The Bidders Circle later disbanded according to the ashes of the tea sellers. If rumours are worth the whispers they're written on. Be sure that this only spells the end of a chapter in the essence of all things time.
BROKEN TRANSMISSION
WORMHOLES/NOSEBONES
ARCHAIC REVIVAL
//:CONSORTIUM_CLASS<EVALUATION>
APPLICATION FOR 1.2 UPGRADE OF 090
The time has come to elevate the collective consciousness of this planet.
The Druid had scarcely made a dent in the recent recruitment drive for the numbers required to rally ahead. It was doubtful but who doesn’t like a hail-mary full of diplomatic upgrades and a trip to the outer echelons of the Fold for a conference?
There was one man for the job. The helmsman of the Galacticast himself, mr WFO… of course none other than Caustic Tergo. Beleaguered from a roll call of ailments and misdemeanors to match, this by gone felon has gone the finest selections in his basket of tricks. Don’t let the shine of the wagon take your eye, Caustic is a law unto himself.
Those galactic sub bass soundwaves don’t come without a price.
So we crossed his palms with the best that the medicine cabinet had to offer and packed him off to ConsortiumAE. With the hope we’d get five days of coverage from the event and the positive news that Earth would finally be reclassed as a 1.2 and allow the Druids to deploy #PARABlu and seek beyond their earth bound fabric to reclaim the myths and stories that remain strewn across the chapters of the fold.
We mention diplomacy here simply for the fact that well, there are many entities at play who sit both on the Dihedral Council and the Consortium. Both of very different flavour. It takes a tango or two to please these intergalactic clergy and bureaucrats, self elected and some inherited. One things for certain. The vote was in the balance and there was no obvious direction for the outcome.
Fortunately success would grace the Fold that day and the news of upgrade ricocheted through the halls of the Bodega for the remainder of the epoch. The roll out was on.
Earth no longer had to sit in bait for another neighbor to come knocking. Jettison was now open to the Nomad ranks and they could finally connect to the inner workings of the conscious network #PARABlu. “Set Sail for Discordance!”
//:Y2K BUGS
Little did the nomads know that their advancements into the upper classes of 1.2 would be without consequence. No not from the clutches of the Consortium or their spiteful track record of rescinding on their announcements and nullifying promises. No, this is a friction long forgotten. So rare that it slipped the minds of the Druid seers. But something was off.
Strange gate echo’s were being received over the gate at 090 and via the Citadelica.
Had the 99 clock turner finally come back to roost? It can sometimes occur that planetary bodies in ascension can often cause disturbances in the fabric of history. Causing rifts and creases in the timelines. Through this thinly veiled barrier it appears that we have been Quanti clapping with 23.11 a lost world and close doppelgänger to how our earthly operations run. You might think of it as a shadow or parallel existence. Running at a different pace.
It is possible during quanti clapping that otherworldly entities can make their way across the barriers. and our unexpected guests appear to have been here for some time.
The Y2K Bugs. And a particularly nasty specimen - The Anima Raptor. First discovered by Mok Kalum on planet siimo.
The Druids called in the abilities of their backers in SWARM to mobilize an offensive.
We secured supply of the newly acquired MICRODIVER V1
Nomad Edition, which would furnish our ranks with the required apparatus to attempt to extract and extinguish our new extra terrestrial counterparts. The tricky thing of course being that these nano-bastards were a little on the microscopic end of the scale should we say... good thing we packed them with a couple of doses of Sluice to rebalance the gulliver problem.
Armed in their latest kit, Nomads set wild amongst the target rosters to scan and retrieve their samples. It was a rukkus. Noteable mentions were commendated for their swift and decisive actions. They made little work of the list and awaited the results to be returned from the lab...
as you can see in the interface above, what we saw, brought horror to the faces of any entrepid entomol.
Yes. It's confirmed we have a Y2K Bug problem.
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