chaos
Moderati freezes.
The ancient file expands across the command dais. Grainy by their standards. Primitive compression. Primitive rendering. Ancient Terran language package auto-loads.
A cart rattles through a snowy forest.
For several seconds, nobody aboard the Titan says anything.
Then a human voice comes through the recovered audio:
“Hey, you. You’re finally awake.”
The Princeps slowly narrows her eyes.
“Moderati.”
“Yes, Princeps?”
“Why did it address me?”
chaos
5 hrs ago
“I... do not believe it did.”
Another prisoner in the cart begins speaking. Names. Imperials. Rebels. Executions.
The Princeps leans closer.
“Imperials.”
“Yes.”
“Civil war.”
“Yes.”
“Ancient Terra.”
“Apparently.”
“And we recovered this from a machine that had been dormant for eleven thousand years?”
“I... do not believe it did.”
Another prisoner in the cart begins speaking. Names. Imperials. Rebels. Executions.
The Princeps leans closer.
“Imperials.”
“Yes.”
“Civil war.”
“Yes.”
“Ancient Terra.”
“Apparently.”
“And we recovered this from a machine that had been dormant for eleven thousand years?”
chaos
5 hrs ago
“Twenty-three thousand, according to the data-seal.”
The Princeps looks back at the screen.
A man is complaining that everything would have been fine if not for the Imperials.
She looks at Moderati.
“Twenty-three thousand, according to the data-seal.”
The Princeps looks back at the screen.
A man is complaining that everything would have been fine if not for the Imperials.
She looks at Moderati.
