Survey Report – Idare.
Compiled by The Collector.
I have completed an initial survey of the planetoid Idare after crash landing here several weeks ago. This report was delayed primarily because I spent 18 days trying to corral some of my more “exotic” pets that were inadvertently set free during the crash.
This report, while questionable in its accuracy, is a complete documenting of what I felt like writing after three cases of beer, Mongolian Barbeque and a pint of Skenethian Blue Ice Pellets.
I was stunned to discover that Idare is made entirely of glow in the dark, pasteurized cheese product, with a little Spotted Dick thrown in. And odd combination, even by my standards, but tasty none the less, admittedly I would have appreciated a Nutella garnish.
The architecture on the surface of the planet is quite spectacular, but the beings responsible for these marvels have long since departed the planet and left little in the way of documented history behind. I do believe, however, that a complete documenting of the planet’s civilization is here, I just haven’t figured , it out yet. Give me time, a hacksaw and some slave labor and I’ll have it cracked in roughly 7.425 years, 8 months and 23 days.
The architecture does offer some hints about the society that once thrived here. It is clear that they had a fondness for hues of blue and purple. Additionally, they held sea life and water in some sort of religious or ceremonial esteem. Oh, and there were apparently Dragons here at one time as well.
I’ve taken soil and water samples to determine the origin of the bio-luminescence that pervades most all plant and sea life on the planet. Thus far, I have been able to determine that it is previously unrecorded combination of elements. The soil looks and feels like soil, but it exists on a spectrum unreadable by any instrument that I currently possess. The atmosphere of the planet is similarly confusing. It seems to adapt individually to all life forms introduced to it. Even Chr’goth seemed to thrive when I exposed him to the atmosphere. To this end, I have decided to claim the planet in the name of House Patrexean, and to set up my permanent base of operations in orbit above the planet.
I have also performed cursory surveys of the surrounding planets and have noted no recognizable life forms in the system. All other planets have atmosphere and topography hostile to all forms of life recorded in my databases.
All life on Idare, however, seems to flourish, with the glaring exception of those that were responsible for building the cities. The buildings are littered with crystals that have a unique vibration and visible light spectrum. I have a feeling that further answers about the creators will be found within.
I will keep you up to date on my progress.
Send my heartfelt loathing to the politicians.
The Collector
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Monday, December 21, 2015
Enter the Rogue
I mentioned previously that I had just finished reviewing a report on Idare composed by The Collector. I'll record that report shortly, but first, I should explain The Collector.
It's a long story.
With bits that would trigger a few large-scale manhunts from numerous law enforcement agencies throughout history and the universe as some statutes of limitations won't be reached for another millennium or two. So, I'll be leaving much of that out.
I've already recorded the story of the first life form I met in SL-Space. This is the story of the first fellow Time Lord.
Shortly after Bifrost had self-repaired and I left Earth, I felt it was time to look for any fellow Gallifreyan who had managed to make it here. The search took a little bit of time, understandably. However, I managed to locate one in... an unusual place.
There's a world on the outskirts of Andromeda called Culculex. To those who know of it, it's reputation is one of rampant crime, corruption, and vice. It's a world run by crime syndicates that border on royalty, with private armies and riches most empires couldn't dream of.
It is said, if there is a depravity you want to try, Culculex has perfected it to an artform.
It is on Culculex, I met The Collector.
The Collector, also known as Nataleigh, had come to Culculex to, as one would imagine from her chosen name, "collect" an item.
Yes, I say collect, but I mean something somewhat less LEGAL.
You see, the head of the Darthox Syndicate was visiting Culculex and he had brought with him a rare gem: The Tear of the Titans.
To understand the rarity of this gem, one must understand certain properties of it.
The Tear of the Titans is a clear gem of absolute vibrational perfection and, at it's center is a stable quantum singularity. It is said that The Tear of the Titans is the perfect gem with the perfect moment of time trapped within it.
It is also 300 meters in height.
The Collector had just... liberated this stone in her TTC, Ned (Not sure I'll ever understand Ned.) when I ran into her.
Well, more accurately, Bifrost ran into Ned.
I am, at this time, admitting no fault for the resultant cataclysm that befell Culculex on that day.
After this incident, The Collector and I travelled together as partners for half a centruy.
I say partners because, well, I was highly amused by her proclivities revolving around her admittedly vast collection of rare and unique artifacts, trinkets, gadgets, gizmos and various other bits and bobs she picked up throughout her travels.
I won't deny we wound up on the wrong side of the law on multiple occasions, but... The chase was always fun.
Amoung other things.
When I finally entered New Gallifreyan society in a more... respectable way, Nataleigh came along, but... she kept going out on her runs to add to her collection.
Her ability to find whatever she's looking for and retrieve it from seemingly impossible locales is why, once I became Cardinal Pro Temps of Patrex, I recruited her to become our Artificer.
And why I recommend against any Patrexe ever setting foot on Galtex VI.
Just trust me. It would be a BAD idea.
It's a long story.
With bits that would trigger a few large-scale manhunts from numerous law enforcement agencies throughout history and the universe as some statutes of limitations won't be reached for another millennium or two. So, I'll be leaving much of that out.
I've already recorded the story of the first life form I met in SL-Space. This is the story of the first fellow Time Lord.
Shortly after Bifrost had self-repaired and I left Earth, I felt it was time to look for any fellow Gallifreyan who had managed to make it here. The search took a little bit of time, understandably. However, I managed to locate one in... an unusual place.
There's a world on the outskirts of Andromeda called Culculex. To those who know of it, it's reputation is one of rampant crime, corruption, and vice. It's a world run by crime syndicates that border on royalty, with private armies and riches most empires couldn't dream of.
It is said, if there is a depravity you want to try, Culculex has perfected it to an artform.
It is on Culculex, I met The Collector.
The Collector, also known as Nataleigh, had come to Culculex to, as one would imagine from her chosen name, "collect" an item.
Yes, I say collect, but I mean something somewhat less LEGAL.
You see, the head of the Darthox Syndicate was visiting Culculex and he had brought with him a rare gem: The Tear of the Titans.
To understand the rarity of this gem, one must understand certain properties of it.
The Tear of the Titans is a clear gem of absolute vibrational perfection and, at it's center is a stable quantum singularity. It is said that The Tear of the Titans is the perfect gem with the perfect moment of time trapped within it.
It is also 300 meters in height.
The Collector had just... liberated this stone in her TTC, Ned (Not sure I'll ever understand Ned.) when I ran into her.
Well, more accurately, Bifrost ran into Ned.
I am, at this time, admitting no fault for the resultant cataclysm that befell Culculex on that day.
After this incident, The Collector and I travelled together as partners for half a centruy.
I say partners because, well, I was highly amused by her proclivities revolving around her admittedly vast collection of rare and unique artifacts, trinkets, gadgets, gizmos and various other bits and bobs she picked up throughout her travels.
I won't deny we wound up on the wrong side of the law on multiple occasions, but... The chase was always fun.
Amoung other things.
When I finally entered New Gallifreyan society in a more... respectable way, Nataleigh came along, but... she kept going out on her runs to add to her collection.
Her ability to find whatever she's looking for and retrieve it from seemingly impossible locales is why, once I became Cardinal Pro Temps of Patrex, I recruited her to become our Artificer.
And why I recommend against any Patrexe ever setting foot on Galtex VI.
Just trust me. It would be a BAD idea.
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Times Change, Even for the Lords Thereof
So, yes, due to my work in trying to bring House Patrex back into the fold of New Gallifrey, I have neglected my journals. It seems, as well, I have neglected opening my bloody eyes and looking about the universe.
As I record these thoughts, I sit in my office on Vanishing Point, having just gone over a report on Idare from The Collector (which, I know, I haven't chronicled yet. Still another thing to do) and I've been blind-sided by Lord President Phaon's announcement.
I don't talk about this much, but Phaon and I, well, we have a bit of a complex history and I keep most of that between him and myself for many reasons Suffice to say, We trust each other fully.
That is to say, I trust him with my life and I trust him to obliterate me if it suits his view of what needs to be done. It goes both ways, of course. It's not so much a "friendship" as it is a detente.
Even, still, with him as Lord President, at least I could tell where he stood.
Now, of course, he's resigning the Artifacts.
His announcement includes some stipulations that will greatly help my fight to help my fellow Patrexes' gain recognition in the Council, which is appreciated.
I just can't help wonder... Is there something more here?
Just what are you up to, old man?
As I record these thoughts, I sit in my office on Vanishing Point, having just gone over a report on Idare from The Collector (which, I know, I haven't chronicled yet. Still another thing to do) and I've been blind-sided by Lord President Phaon's announcement.
I don't talk about this much, but Phaon and I, well, we have a bit of a complex history and I keep most of that between him and myself for many reasons Suffice to say, We trust each other fully.
That is to say, I trust him with my life and I trust him to obliterate me if it suits his view of what needs to be done. It goes both ways, of course. It's not so much a "friendship" as it is a detente.
Even, still, with him as Lord President, at least I could tell where he stood.
Now, of course, he's resigning the Artifacts.
His announcement includes some stipulations that will greatly help my fight to help my fellow Patrexes' gain recognition in the Council, which is appreciated.
I just can't help wonder... Is there something more here?
Just what are you up to, old man?
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