Posted by Ensign Elemirre Serinde (Engineer) in Main Sim - Mess Hall - Chat With Elm

Posted by Vice Admiral CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Mess Hall - Chat With Elm
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El stared at the planet below, on fire, and felt so small in that moment and the task that Elm asked so large. She didn’t even know what the problem was to put right. They engaged in a brutal, swift war that left things in ruins. That would be for them to fix. “In my language,” she said quietly, “the word crisis also means opportunity. Something on your world is behind this that is keeping us here, that made your world .. disappear and reappear. That may have started this war. But we’re looking. We’re trying.” How does she say that they were as ‘stuck’ as Elm was with regards to fixing anything right now.
- El, Eng

”..So you’re going to stop the war?” She inquired again hopefully.

GM CockRoach

El peered out the window again. There must be some key to this that they did not know, that they were not seeing. Here and there El could see flashes. Were they explosions? Fires reflecting off clouds? Could they stop the war? Of course they could. The ship had the high ground. The orbital platforms were all but spent. They could force a cease fire. Would the Captain do that? Was she strong enough to do that? “The Captain could,” El said quietly.

“We are still learning. When you first spoke of the Greyhound and Serpents it sounded like it was long ago, but then you said it was recent. A week or so ago. Please tell me more of them. What are these Serpents?”
- El, Eng

OOC: Replying to this shortly!

GM CockRoach

OOC: Small bump .. Gene

El’s mind raced about. She could almost ‘see’ in her imagination the bands in space that held them here. What kind of power could create such a .. mystery? And why? Was it some kind of failsafe to keep the region of space secure from intervention from these ‘serpents’? After all, who would want to travel for years to get here and then years out again? That would be the perfect barrier to isolate the region from n’er do wells. ‘But not from each other,’ she thought, looking at the ravaged world below. That raised the next question - if this was established as some kind of interstellar ‘moat’ to protect the world set up by these ‘Greyhound’ people then they, who were caught inadvertently in this ‘moat’ .. who were they to turn it off. Absently she chewed on a thumbnail, her midnight snack feeling more like a lump in her stomach now.
El, waxing philosophical ..