<< Personal Log … begin recording >>
Two weeks; it’s been two weeks since we crash landed on this backwoods planet. It at least has enough atmosphere and oxygen to support life but the days are met with large amounts of radiation. We were caught off guard by a hunter vessel, our small ship which emphasized stealth was little match. We managed to get away but this small planet was the only habitable one in range after our slipstream drive went out.
There is an abandoned mining facility of some sort here. After investigation it seems to be an archaeological site. Zariah, who despite her sometimes feral behavior, was somewhat handy with electronics has been working to get the life support back online. Food and water is being rationed out and our pack’s alpha; Shadow has taken to exploring the facility to find anything else of use.
Aahmas keeps guard over the other two while they sleep and while Zariah does her work trying to get long range coms back online.
<< Personal Log …. Supplemental… >>
Six weeks have passed and food is growing scarce, getting the coms up to contact the rest of the pack seems a lost cause. Shadow has been working to keep Zariah in line, her growing hunger ha shortened her already rocky temper. Few things of use have been found but perhaps they have found hope in the form of what they call a cosmic door. The ancient device must have been uncovered by the miners, and lay against a rocky outcrop at their abandoned base camp. Sadly, without the Dialing Device, none of them can figure out how to use it. The with the control device missing and the ring itself seeming to be locked down and this technology is beyond us.
<< Personal Log …. Supplemental … >
Eight weeks have passed. There is little food left, our water is running out and with the planet growing farther away from the sun on its elliptical orbit, each day grows colder, and our heating systems in a state of disrepair and it struggles to keep up. Our pack sleeps in a huddle in a room across from the cosmic door trying to conserve their warmth. Something draws us to it, and with the ship growing colder and colder, this is as good a place as any to make our stand.
The Astria Portia comes alive and strange beings begin to emerge as the Pack shakes off the cold, and sleep to respond.
<< Personal Log …. >>
Aahmas was awoken first, her heightened hearing signaling something is amiss. Something mechanical was grinding.. spinning, like a giant dial. Then, With a roaring sound and bright light the door, our last hope, erupted into life, leaving a shimmering puddle of energy. The rest of the pack is awoken and we take a defensive stance as unfamiliar forms step out of the puddle, will they be our saviors? Or our end?
<< Supplemental … >>
Well, it wasn’t’ our end. This lady came though, leading a group of armored warriors. She said, that she was from the Hengeyokai Protectorate, and that we were lost Kinfolk. Cassi, that’s her name, she said she and her Rangers would give us sanctuary on the Protectorate world of Dokk Refuirnn, until we decided to move on, or find a better. After discussing our options, Shadow and the others decided to go with, so .. here we are, finding out way in this new hunting ground. Something seems… different here, like maybe we belong? Who knows, the pack is talking about staying a while, but there are so many questions.
After some tense discussion, we agreed to take up this, Hengeyokai, on her offer of Sanctuary.
Hengeyokai? Kinfolk? What exactly do they mean, ..and more why do they offer safety to us, they hardly know us? Begrudgingly the pack has trusted our new hosts, for now…
<< Mission Log // exceprt // – Ranger SaCom Gregor Rodgers >>
We had completed exploration of the 6th and last world on the day’s mission order. Negative contact had been made during this, and the 5 previous Gate Addresses our team explored. Gaia’nan Sionnach began dialing home as is her custom to do so while leading away teams.
As she began dialing the chevrons for Dokk Refurinn, she barely paused after the third glyph, and began completing a completely different address. I alerted the rest of the Star and inquired as to the Gaia’nan’s intent, she only responded, “ We have someplace out to be… I can feel them .. Kenning”
After Securing the Gate, Gaia’nan Casidhe takes the lead to approach an unknown pack of wolves.
Per Standard Operating Procedure, I led the team, through the Astria Portia with the Gaia’nan Sionnach. The address she provided, led to a class L world where we encountered a marooned pack of Wolf Kin. Despite our surprise arrival, Gaia’nan Sionnach was able to convince the Pack, and their Alpha, to return to Dokk Refurinn with us, where she offered them Sanctuary.
Casidhe and the wolf pack come to terms. Pack Weylyn would accept Sanctuary at Dokk Refurinn.
We returned to base and assisted the Sentai provisioning for our new Wolf colonist in the Northern Settlement. During the evening BUB, Casidhe suggested we all get used, to having more kin as, “ The Kenning, has begun.”
<< Nothing Follows >>