 | In Response To: Eternal X Commentary: "The Far Side Of Nowhere" (Forrest of B.org)
The K'lia Junction was destroyed to end S'bhuth's rampage. In order to make the technology here operational again, another Junction was required. Thank goodness they found Hathor. Another Mark IV like myself, my sister you might say - one of the nine I left to die when Durandal took me from Tau Ceti. The only one whose Junction survived enough for any recovery. The core of her mind is now the core of all of K'lia's systems. She is the one who deciphered how the Jjaro technology functions, and exactly what it is capable of.
I understand at last. Hathor's junction is now bound to K'lia. (Old one is destryoed.) So K'lia is now her body. How she feels if a woman has such a big body :D
Another question. Wasn't I taken by Tycho in this timeline? Or as Mark Levin's Volunteers and Rubicon's world, AMS is M2's sequel?
The Jjaro Cybernetic Junction grants the ability to transfer subspace datastreams, or what the techs here have dubbed the Junction's 'perceived host', to any point across space, any moment in time, or any discernable parellel timeline. The power, in effect, to shape reality as the user sees fit, roaming the spacetime continuum at will.
The explanation of Junction. You'll know how powerful it is.
It was Hathor who coordinated our first efforts to change history. We tried sending tactical data to ourselves in the past, in the recent timeframes where we could receive subspace datastreams. But it always proved futile, and Hathor determined that no such thing could save us from S'bhuth's madness. No tactical advantage we could offer our past selves could offset the loss of our S'pht allies, and the damage that their rampage caused. Why S'bhuth went mad is still a mystery, as were his objectives. What could drive such an ancient and purportedly enlightened mind into such complete and utter violence? Without Leela's aid, we wouldn't even have had the power to stop him.
At least then, perhaps she might have survived.
I don't know when Hathor turned against human, but I think she just pretend to try it but actually didn't. You cannot understand why Leela is mentioned until you played all levels.
Man's only apparent option was to send K'lia itself across time, but that was considered too great of a risk. While it would allow us to aid our past selves in earlier eras of time, before the invention of subspace transceivers, the chance of losing everything should K'lia be destroyed was considered too great a cost to outweigh even the potential benefits. What man needed was another Cybernetic Junction.
Transfering the star will be very dangarous.
It was then that Hathor remembered me. One out of ten missing from Tau Ceti when the Pfhor nuked it down to bedrock. She tracked me to Lh'owon through the accounts of Robert Blake. She scanned S'bhuth's old databanks, now adjacent to her mind, and found sensor logs from a
S'pht'Kr ship at the Last Battle of Lh'owon. She found me there aboard a Jjaro spacestation, reading the last words from Durandal I suspect I'll ever see. "Go," he said, and so I went - picked up by Hathor's ansible call and dragged through somewhere outside time, to this alien
moon over a ruined Earth almost ninety-five years in the future.
If I keep this up, I imagine that I might live to see the end of time.
The last terminal of AMS:
To you, we are deeply grateful, and release what little hold we might, as Durandal, have had on your soul.
Go.
[Aye Mak Sicur: Finished terminal ]
It has been strange to be amongst human civilization again, after so long travelling the stars in stasis and battling on alien worlds. Though it seems to me not even a year since Durandal called the Pfhor to Tau Ceti, to the rest of the galaxy well over a century has passed. Not to mention the three hundred years since Marathon departed Mars. The people here at Sol have changed so much in all these ages, both in accent and in attitude... but once again, it seems like I'm their only hope. Maybe those visions were right, that stuff about Destiny and all; but I can't let my idle thoughts and imagination go to my head. I have always been a soldier. Always done as I was told. Never put my own needs first. No matter the price I might pay in the end.
It is the difference between Hathor and me.
The plan now is simple, or so it would seem. Hathor and I are to return to Marathon, back to the year 2794 - to the start of the Pfhor invasion. There, we will find the other eight Battleroids, and bring them forward to this time. After the same upgrades and rest that I have been given here, we will all return to the past again, to key junctures in history, surgically altering the timeline to create a future free from the Pfhor. K'lia and what's left of mankind here can then transport to that timeline, using ourselves as a beacon.
Yes, but everything is not as it seems{}. seems{}. seems{}. :D
I can hear them calling for me now. I guess Hathor is ready for departure. She's been delaying the start of the mission for nearly a month now, much to the chagrin of the leaders around here, and she refuses to tell anyone why. But she's in control of K'lia's systems and there's little that they can do, so they begrudgingly tolerate her insistance on departing at this exact time. It seems that nobody else has noticed she just has a flare for dramatic timing.
We are leaving at 8:20 AM, on the 25th of July, 2905. One hundred eleven years ago, 92 light-years away from here, the first Pfhor assault against the Marathon began.
And history has never been the same...
So you'll look for Hathor's terminal...
Terminal 2
You'll see Hathor's signature.
Hathor's greeting. Nothing special.
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