Public The Call Of Perfection

[Precursor]

Eadu​

Biomaterial. Synthetic. Mineral. There were hundreds of materials that could be used to keep the Corenet running, but the one thing needed above all else was power. Burning biomass, creating vast solar generators, hydro generators, nuclear. Any sort of power was taken and used, to make use of the worlds the Marasvan tore through. Sometimes, however, they would learn of something more useful than what they had been using. A cord in the harmony that was the network of consciousness within the Corenet brought forth such knowledge. A researcher of lost technology pointed to a facility that had been long buried, and yet found once more. The Eadu Energy Conversion Laboratory had built something there, something powerful.

The Corenet required it. The whole of the network rang in the same tone. They needed it found, and whatever information was left needed to be scrounged up. The storm of the world could similarly be harvested. As could, well, the civilian population needed to be embraced into perfection. The Precursor stepped forth from their vessel, staring ahead towards the facility ruins. It had long been buried, under years of wear and tear. Now, it would be unearthed. The orders rippled through the chorus of the network.

Find the facility database, harness the storm, harness the people and the world itself.

 

[Jo'Han Felcado]

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Jo'Han landed his starship amidst the storm with no small amount of difficulty. He picked the flattest surface of the rocky terrain he could find.

Luka had gone missing nearly 3 years ago. Why was her ship's signature pinging from Eadi? Why was his sister finally showing herself here, of all places?

From the surface the signal's source became clearer. As Jo'Han unfolded a signal locator, he donned a poncho to cover himself from the wind and rain and checked that his recently-recovered lightsaber was at hand.

He stepped off the ramp into the gales of wind and water, placing his steps carefully, following the signal on the device. It led down treacherous crags and storm-smoothed water-slick rocky surfaces to what almost looked like an excavation site - if the storm didn't obscure most of his vision.

Jo'Han silenced his steps, kept low and crawled into a crevice to get a better view at the movements below - where the Luka's vague, distorted signal came from.


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