Excerpt from the diary of Professor Beatrix Davison
1st September, 2011
Well, so much for getting that time I wanted on the dig site. Rumbold's only gone and hired out my services to some collector who wants a jungle temple on a different planet explored. And when I say explored, I mean ransacked of all its valuable and historically important artefacts and shipped back to the Fraxilon Collection on Cassius Four. I hate it when people do that; it takes all the fun out of being an archaeologist in the first place, and now Rumbold wants me to do it so he can finance the department's Solstice party this year! Of all the inconsiderate, braindead, stupid things to do ...
Of course, this means I had to go into space again. There can't be anyone who knows me who doesn't know about my space sickness by now, but did Rum let that bother him' Oh, no, because after all I have almost twenty-four hour access to a pilot who owns his own ship, don't I" You know, I don't think I've ever seen Allan smile so widely as he did when I told him I needed to be ferried halfway across the sector and I only trusted him to do it.
Alright, so Fargo Seven is a relatively unexplored world. It's also a restricted world - whatever civilisation built the temples and towns that are slowly being reclaimed by the natural forestry and wildlife died out centuries ago. The culture on the planet is now mainly nomadic; their greatest technological achievement is the wheel. Luckily for us, though, they all live on the Northern Continent, and the temple in question is on the Southern. I don't want to think about why the natives don't venture south. I'm nervous enough as it is.
All I bloody wanted was a couple of weeks to myself to finish excavating the tomb I uncovered last year, that's all! Is that really so much to ask"Apparently I was the only choice for this job - Mikhail Fraxilon actually asked for me in person, according to Rumbold. I doubt it. The only reason I was chosen is because of Allan, and possibly because I know how to handle a weapon without shooting myself in the foot.
Anyway, so that's why we're here, on this gods-forsaken little planetoid hurtling through space. The weather is so hot I'm melting inside my clothes, and every now and then the heavens will open and drench us with flooding rains, turning the jungle into a swamp for a day or so afterward. I have blisters on my blisters, and bright orange insects keep trying to eat me in my sleep. Still haven't worked out how they're getting into the tent ...
We have located the temple, though, and loath as I am to admit this, it is a fantastic site. It puts me in mind of the Angkor temples in Cambodia, back on Earth; a rigidly geometric shape with only one level, that is so overgrown by the jungle around it it could almost be a natural feature. But where the architecture reminds me of ancient Buddhist temples, the symbolic glyphs are in a dialect that was used in Ancient Egypt - my speciality. Only problem is, someone has been here before us. The outer galleries have been wiped absolutely clean of anything even remotely interesting - sort of offers a hint as to why Fraxilon was so insistent on getting this done soon.
Allan is no doubt bored out of his skull already, but at least I can promise him there'll be something interesting tomorrow. The glyphs I was reading earlier today give clues to how to get into the inmost gallery of the temple, which is, of course, where the most prized treasures will have been kept. Hopefully I'll be able to scrounge something for Fraxilon so he doesn't try to get Rumbold to pay back the advance, which I know the old bugger has already spent on his orthopaedic walking aids.
But is this really the life I wanted? Hiking through a wild jungle that occasionally turns into a swamp, reading Ancient Egyptian off Angkor temple walls on a planet that until a week ago I didn't even know existed, all to raise the monetary value of a collector belonging to one of the biggest scoundrels in the sector ....oh, yes, Bee, this is going to get you great critical acclaim from your peers ...
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1st September, 2011
Well, so much for getting that time I wanted on the dig site. Rumbold's only gone and hired out my services to some collector who wants a jungle temple on a different planet explored. And when I say explored, I mean ransacked of all its valuable and historically important artefacts and shipped back to the Fraxilon Collection on Cassius Four. I hate it when people do that; it takes all the fun out of being an archaeologist in the first place, and now Rumbold wants me to do it so he can finance the department's Solstice party this year! Of all the inconsiderate, braindead, stupid things to do ...
Of course, this means I had to go into space again. There can't be anyone who knows me who doesn't know about my space sickness by now, but did Rum let that bother him' Oh, no, because after all I have almost twenty-four hour access to a pilot who owns his own ship, don't I" You know, I don't think I've ever seen Allan smile so widely as he did when I told him I needed to be ferried halfway across the sector and I only trusted him to do it.
Alright, so Fargo Seven is a relatively unexplored world. It's also a restricted world - whatever civilisation built the temples and towns that are slowly being reclaimed by the natural forestry and wildlife died out centuries ago. The culture on the planet is now mainly nomadic; their greatest technological achievement is the wheel. Luckily for us, though, they all live on the Northern Continent, and the temple in question is on the Southern. I don't want to think about why the natives don't venture south. I'm nervous enough as it is.
All I bloody wanted was a couple of weeks to myself to finish excavating the tomb I uncovered last year, that's all! Is that really so much to ask"Apparently I was the only choice for this job - Mikhail Fraxilon actually asked for me in person, according to Rumbold. I doubt it. The only reason I was chosen is because of Allan, and possibly because I know how to handle a weapon without shooting myself in the foot.
Anyway, so that's why we're here, on this gods-forsaken little planetoid hurtling through space. The weather is so hot I'm melting inside my clothes, and every now and then the heavens will open and drench us with flooding rains, turning the jungle into a swamp for a day or so afterward. I have blisters on my blisters, and bright orange insects keep trying to eat me in my sleep. Still haven't worked out how they're getting into the tent ...
We have located the temple, though, and loath as I am to admit this, it is a fantastic site. It puts me in mind of the Angkor temples in Cambodia, back on Earth; a rigidly geometric shape with only one level, that is so overgrown by the jungle around it it could almost be a natural feature. But where the architecture reminds me of ancient Buddhist temples, the symbolic glyphs are in a dialect that was used in Ancient Egypt - my speciality. Only problem is, someone has been here before us. The outer galleries have been wiped absolutely clean of anything even remotely interesting - sort of offers a hint as to why Fraxilon was so insistent on getting this done soon.
Allan is no doubt bored out of his skull already, but at least I can promise him there'll be something interesting tomorrow. The glyphs I was reading earlier today give clues to how to get into the inmost gallery of the temple, which is, of course, where the most prized treasures will have been kept. Hopefully I'll be able to scrounge something for Fraxilon so he doesn't try to get Rumbold to pay back the advance, which I know the old bugger has already spent on his orthopaedic walking aids.
But is this really the life I wanted? Hiking through a wild jungle that occasionally turns into a swamp, reading Ancient Egyptian off Angkor temple walls on a planet that until a week ago I didn't even know existed, all to raise the monetary value of a collector belonging to one of the biggest scoundrels in the sector ....oh, yes, Bee, this is going to get you great critical acclaim from your peers ...
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