DORULL STORIES - PRISONER OF THE AMULET
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Two weeks had passed since Sanomis
Ti’nullaim began his journey towards the village of Vur-Paan. Since he decided
to escape from Shteint. The life he led until now was over. He knew that from
the moment he revealed the real reason for their arrival on this planet. They
promised a peaceful, noble, exploratory mission. They promised him a chance to
perfect his specialization. To contribute to their understanding of the
universe through the detailed analysis of the very origins of this planet.
They offered the opportunity to perhaps even discover something so far
unknown.
But that was all a lie. They used
his, and the expertise of who knew how many scientists, as a pretense for
their heinous, criminal act. Or even worse, they used the collected data for
easier execution of said act. The thought that some of his reports could be of
use to these monsters, was enough for Sanomis to lose the interest not only in
the research, but to his calling as a whole. But at the same time, gave him an
additional motive in an attempt to prevent the crimes against the inhabitants
of Dorull.
He felt he had to do that. He knew
it was the right thing to do. Although, the answer to the question how, was
still eluding him. But everything should become much clearer, once he’d meet
with Ch’ybal. Sanomis thought about this, while taking a quick rest in the
farthest corner of the four meter deep cave, he stumbled upon earlier that day.
He found it accidentally as he was climbing over the first of four peaks of the
mountain range that was dividing Kabb’nal-an from Chaygor.
The meeting with Ch’ybal, by all
accounts, wouldn’t happen soon. It would pass, Sanomis reckon, another three or
four weeks, before he was to cross over this mountain. And then another few
long months of travel through Chaygor. If he was lucky. If he managed to stay
unnoticed. If he managed to sneak around numerous orc settlements, laying in
between him and Vur-Paan, a small village on the farthest north of this region.
Beside all of these warriors, hunters, trappers and survivalists.
Although he could easily jump over
many of them, Sanomis thought, as he reached for his backpack. For whatever
reason, he decided to bring his PTDs. And now, he was glad he did so. PTDs, or
Personal Transport Discs, were still relatively new technology. In use not more
than a full decade. Sanomis only found about them once he joined the mission.
And now, after more than a year he spent here on Dorull, geologist couldn’t
think of a better way to travel across this planet.
The exact specifications of these
devices weren’t known to him, but he understood the basic principles behind
their workings. Somewhat alike to the propulsions of their motherships, whose
cores were able to generate the stable wormholes. The passageways, through
which they were able to travel across the entire galaxies in mere moments. Of
course, only if they knew that the destination of their choosing wasn’t
occupied.
The jumps were safe now, although
the beginnings were rather rough. They were unpredictable and dangerous. But
that’s the thing with all beginnings. They are meant to serve as a test. They
are meant to be used in detecting and rectifying the problems. Removing the
flaws. In the very few first attempts, vards jumped rather blindly. Without
much bother or thought. Not thinking of consequences. They were reckless. Until
the unthinkable worst happened. Until the tragedy occurred, when the
exploration ship, Chavor, slammed into the planet, it was attending to visit.
The crew and the passengers of
Chavor weren’t the only casualty of this grave mistake. The consequences of
this horrific accident had catastrophic effects on the ecosystem of the entire
planet. By materializing in its exact center, the ship literally
destroyed the core, causing massive quakes. And this, almost overnight,
completely changed the shape and the looks of the surface. On top of that, the
force of the impact shifted the rotation, throwing the planet out of the
balance. Changing its orbit. With the new erratic, free trajectory, this
planet, not long after, left its system, cooled down and died, disappearing in
the unknown direction.
These, saying mildly, unfortunate
events, forced vards to change the very approach of every future travels. To do
everything possible, how similar accidents wouldn’t happen again. And the
detailed mapping of the systems was a sure start, which would ensure that every
next jump would be hundred percent safe. This ultimately gave them the
opportunity to discover and explore the planets like Dorull. Or at least that’s
what they’ve been told, before they decided to join this mission. Sanomis begin
wondering how many other worlds experienced the same fate. And this frightening
thought gave him an even bigger urge to try and stop this whole ordeal.
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