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	Message: : Well, I got back from the vacation at Mare Ceti and found that the Banco de : Bunco had repossessed my studio on the 7th floor of the Acme building in : downtown Radine. Not having anywhere to stay, I was in the park and found : a newspaper ad: Wanted: Adventurer. High Pay! Challenge! Travel! All : Expenses Paid! : Wow, how could I go wrong? I met a Phillip T’rahn, signed a contract for high : pay, and now I find myself in a rather dark room with glowing red walls : and a gray metal floor with some sort o trefoil cut deeply into it but too : narrow to jump down into. Familiar in a way, but I just can’t place it. On : the east wall between two white light-blocks columns is a terminal that : doesn’t work or perhaps I just can’t sign on. In any event, it looks like : it was covered by a grill in the past but that has corroded or been broken : apart. An SMG with a couple o clips and a 1x canister round out the : inventory of the room. Time to move on. I enter a passage flanked by : columns similar to those by the terminal into a little rock room and… uh : oh, it’s a lift and going down. I hear lava. I see lava. Yikes! Lots o : S’pht and S’pht’Kr… : Purple and red : Purple and blue : I’ll be dead : When the day is through… : but...they don’t seem hostile, so maybe I shouldn’t panic yet. Looks like : they’re sitting in bleachers of all things. There’s a whole train load o : spotty tick things on a rock island surrounded by a lava pool, a switch : behind me that doesn’t work, and it looks like I’m outside. I can see the : nighttime sky. : I don’t get paid for standing around so I jump onto the island, punch a tick : and uh oh… I hear something teleport in and now there’s a couple o brown : feces flinging F’lickta here too. I shudda grabbed the SMG. Too late now, : so I do some running ow! and ow! punching and running ow! and punching : and, to make a long story short, they’re dead and I’m not. : I notice that each F’lickta dropped a chip (electronic type) so I pick one : up, dry it off, and stick it in the recently not working switch. It works. : The rock behind this area slides down and there’s another switch back : there. Which doesn’t work. Hmmm… I wonder… I go collect the other F’lickta : chip, clean it off, and stick it in there. Across the lava, a door opens : revealing a drop-off. : Feeling a bit peckish after the carnage, I go back to the rock island (being : careful not to step in the F’lickta sushi), leap to a rock step, then to : the east bleachers: perhaps the spectators know of a good restaurant : nearby. I ask and a S’pht points to a room to the south, then he and the : rest teleport elsewhere. : On the south side o the bleachers, I enter a room with two rechargers: a : red’un and a yell’un. Reminds me of a place with a couple o rechargers on : Lh’owon a long time ago. : So, after a pause that refreshes, I head back north where there are three : doors – one for each level of the bleachers. All open at the same time and : lead to the same room. It’s dark but nice looking. Metal floor, looks like : carved stone or masonry walls with dim round framed red glowing lights. : Looks like they were once covered with grills but now the grills are all : broken. Also a couple o large room dividers with the same broken grill : circles (but no lights, I can see through ‘em); perhaps it was a game room : of some kind or, connected to the bleachers as it is, perhaps it was a : concessions or gift shop area. And it’s quiet in here too. I mean really : really really quiet. The kind of quiet that makes your ears ring. While : looking around, I hear a noise! Something teleported in and again I wish : I’d grabbed that SMG. I finally find it: just another chip, so I pick it : up (always a good idea). I head off to the northwest where there is a : grand staircase leading down to what looks like a mausoleum. : The recesses in the walls have metallic looking urns that have a black band : with a green design near the top. The design may be writing; perhaps a : label or a name. These may hold the remains of …. : Five recesses are open but three, back along a corridor to the north, have : barriers preventing access. The closed off urns are larger than the : others. Perhaps those are for the more important ashes. : The grand staircase continues down to the southeast, turns, and finally stops : in a room with glowing red wainscoting and a door that opens : automatically. Going through, I find myself in another room of the same : décor. On the right is a short hallway that ends with another terminal: : hidden behind a panel until I enter the hallway. I can’t sign on this one : either. The back side of the door I entered through has a working save : terminal when closed. I like these automatic doors. : There are several terminals with S’pht in front of them at various levels : around the room. Not seeing any convenient way to get to these terminals : except by floating up to them, I think this is a room of the S’pht, by the : S’pht, and for the S’pht. There is one that can be reached while standing : on the floor and I ask the S’pht there if I can use it, he lets me but I’m : not able to log on. Security’s pretty tight around here. In the southwest : corner of the room is a passage and what sounds like lava. Finally! An end : to the oppressive silence! : I go in and around the corner I happen upon an impressive sight. This looks : like some sort of religious chamber: a room with lava falls on either side : of a huge abstract red S’pht icon and a purple S’pht standing on a high : ledge next to the left lava fall. The chest jewel of the icon is a switch : and above the icon the night sky is visible. There are several other : ledges in the room and a ground level one on the right has a working save : terminal. There is a stone platform that could be an altar in front of the : icon, so perhaps these S’pht are monks who’ve taken a vow of vicarious : violence considering what happened upstairs. Also, the existence of a : pattern buffer so convenient to the altar makes one wonder. : Some ledge jumping brings me next to the S’pht. I tap him on the shoulder and : ask him to move so I can leap over and punch the switch. He warns me to : beware of the Ledge of Eternal Lingering, just to the north of the north : lava fall, which holds whoever drops down to it there forever; there is no : escape. Not even after the 362 P’ahl be gone (which I took to be a magick : number or phrase of some sort). He then moves off and teleports out. I : must say the S’pht are remarkably polite around here. : My plan is to leap off the ledge, punch the switch, bounce off the icon, turn : and land on the altar. As it is written, so it was done. With the small : change that my inertia carried me all the way back to the entrance to the : room. Further exploration in this small temple reminded me that things are : not always what they seem. : The icon switch activated an elevator in the terminal room that leads to the : door that opened when I put the second F’lickta chip in the second switch : behind where I put the first F’lickta chip in the first switch after I : beat the F’lickta on the rock island in the lava pool. It also appears to : have opened a small stairway, to the northeast off the lower curve of the : grand staircase, which leads to a room with a terminal. Again, I can’t : sign on but, for some reason, after entering this room, I found myself : back in the park with my high pay: a pair of chartreuse gloves and a piece : of pottery shard. Guess he really meant it when he said I was destiny.
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