Within the masses of dark nothingness along the strata of realms and time, the darkness and lack there of called Oblivion had a finite, minuscule glimmer of light in the vast darkness of nothing. A seed planted, ready to be swallowed, engulfed, destroyed as soon as it's foolish creator shattered and gave in. A spherical object of titanium and platinum that swirled with sigils of elder power, the Sun. The object, or artifact as many planes walkers may call it was a new one to catalogue though its existence was rather tenuous in duration being so far in the middle of nothing daring complete erasure of the signatures it gave. The only notations anyone scrying or gazing upon the Oblivion seas would receive was this: Logan's Gate - Memories are life. Memories are light. Shed the blood. Remember. Bring back a little light. Bridges in blood and mind. ~Amaterasu
The firm clicks of capacitors snapping into the power modulation units filled the large spherical room of interlocking plates of titanium and platinum. White furred hands pulled a utility bag over a shoulder as a repelling line and carabiner was attached to triply weave utility harness worn. Ammy slid on her Eyecom, looked over the catwalk she stood upon to gaze at the 100 foot drop to the bottom of the sphere. Her heart thumped with a mix of thrill and fear, thrill won and she stepped off of the catwalk. She felt weightless a second or two as she fell then smiled as the harness tugged and held her tight, swinging her into a shallow arc to face a large relay terminal hanging with data cables like a cyber bat in a futuristic cave.
Hands grabbed the access handholds and she adjusted herself from upside down to right side up. Fingers danced all over an entry keypad, a large service tray slid out. Schematics came to life on her EYE Com's HUD and from the utility bag she fished out wafers of crystal in various hues. Moresh Crystals, synthetically made from the originals Amar had brought back. Each one no thicker than a business card and as big as a domino. She inserted the various colored crystals into a wide array of data slots. White for gravitational and liquid control, Orange for environmental and inert masses, Yellow for radiance and heat points, Green for life and essence, Violet for mind aspects and clarity, Crystal clear for egress and movement, Red for value and quality, and the last, Black was set in a row of four slots, each slot at the top of each bank of colored wafers as nullification safeguards.
The data slots dimly glowing from the resonating crystals slid back into the relay terminal. Ammy checked the diagnostic screen and saw that each wafer was accepted, no flaws or cracks in the lamination process when she made them. She secured the utility bag a bit tighter as she heard a chiming whine from a cushioned compartment within. She had one more installation to go before she could let her guard down with potentially explosive Crystal Technology. Letting go of the handholds, she repelled down the 100 foot drop, her paws alighting on the curved metal paneling.
She detached the line and walked up the sloping incline of the floor for a well marked Power Terminal Hatch. She let her golden eyes drift around the room. It had taken her two years, since working with Amar, to amass enough titanium and platinum to build the 200 foot diameter room. Yes, one could say an easy task for a transmutation specialist like Ammy, until they take in the massive energy calculations and loads to alter atoms to the proper density and valence shell configurations. Yet, as usual, tenacity and stubbornness had won the long race.
She now had constructed something even her earliest mentor would have been amazed at. Oh sure, spaces ships, weapons, space stations, nanotechnology, artificial intelligence, life, all were mile markers for her long existence and tinkering hands. Many called her mad with most of the successes that sometimes failed or went awry, but this one was going to open doors, knowledge and history. She opened the hatch to the Power Terminal and stepped back as the hydraulic pistons thrust the transformers out from the vats of insulating gel. They sat there, before her, each one as tall as an eight foot Erthrii, silent, brooding, waiting for the spark of energy to make them hum and bring the madness of the room to life.
It was here that she paused and just stared at the transformers with a smile half touched with glee, half touched with triumphant madness of staying the course. Long has she been a student of history and magic, long has she had to relearn, remember and gather what she was. Long had she been frustrated at the missing pieces of untold tales of her homeland and the people there, even of her adoptive ancestors, the Humarans. She thought she was doomed to reading old books, scrabbling for crumbling notes, scrying with magic for past environmental memories that always came up as alternatives to what really happened. Then she got the first puzzle piece dropped in her lap.
Once the Sumese, Amar, had stepped into her little alchemy shop with Moresh Crystals, technology blessed and created by a Holy Artifact, the A.C.E. Logan's Dream, she had the key for opening the lock on her puzzle, history. But the lock didn't exist yet. Oh no, it couldn't yet, for the Moresh Crystals, perfect in their hellish marriage of science and magic on the molecular level held a hint that required deep digging.
The remnants of Humaran history, the little bits and pieces of books or history lessons her brother Mako Phoenix remembered was the next piece, and it was like a domino effect from there. DNA Matrices, the Logan Matrix had the Memetic history that would be accurate for the rebuilding of the archives that she sought to undertake. From there, it was a matter of physics, power ratios, and already having started amassing the metals to create theoretical Star Gates, the project was now changed. She could created Harmonic Radiation to interact with Logan Matrices in living beings from Sliinkaa, any of them, even their offspring here in Rhy'Din and create a realistic recreation of historical events within the very sphere she stood in. Theoretically, she could even... tamper with time if the harmonics opened a close enough temporal synergy to make a rift in prime lines. What could happen if the Holy Artifacts had made it to their true destination? Could she save the lives of the A.C.E. Schrodinger? To touch the face of a long dead ancestor, the first Goddess of Sliinkaa.
Ammy started to chuckle and laugh hard. She was thinking Celestial and it was dangerous. Oh the ease of the mindset to change history. The devastation on life that follows. Life. Death. Creation. Oblivion. Dances. Ammy's mood soured a bit. Right, history for now, maniacal genius attempts later. She removed perfectly formed two foot long, six inch diameter cylinders of pure blue Moresh Cystal. Raw primal energy crackled within the lattice structure, a miracle to some, high physics to other, and yet a power source that a whole gas moon ran off of often. She installed four cylinders into each of the three transformers waiting for power.
A silent crackle began in the transformers then a building hum began as they absorbed, redirected, amplified and recycled the blue crystal power in a perfect, perpetual power circuit to last years. White pin point lights illuminated to a soft glow along every curved panel, turning the light metals into glowing pools of light as the whole spherical room began to hum, a harmonic chime, low and steady indicating the time circuits were primed and on standby. Ammy set the transformers back into the insulating gel and closed the access hatch. She returned to the repel line, attached the carabiner and then swiftly ascended, hand over hand to the catwalk.
Once she was over the safety railing she moved to the control console with a smile on her muzzle. From her vantage point, she felt like she stood in the center of a slowly waking star in the heavens of space. Fingers slid over keys on the control panels and massive pumps whirred to life. The lower half of the room soon filled with crystal clear water, fifty feet deep and shimmering with various minerals and elements. The pumps flicked off as the initial levels were reached for starting any traversal into history. Her hand moved to an orb of pure amethyst crystal with a ring array of needles waiting to extract blood samples. It sat there waiting for a hand to be placed upon it, waiting to take the controller on a trip.
Yet Ammy just stood there, staring at the sphere, then at the room and the water bellow. A marvel made and just waiting to be used but had she crossed the line? Her mind said no, her heart said yes, her soul cared not and her ambitions urged her to try the machine and let go. Her fingers drummed over the trim of the consoles and her golden's narrowed in conflicted thought. She finally settled her mind. She had waited so long, and had it now built, a further delay would not kill her and may actually prevent harm. Yes. Perhaps for once in her long life of rushing head long into stupidity, she'd bring in others to look over what she made, assess it, then, perhaps go forward with testing it.
Her heart wailed at her not pursuing the unknown, to not step once more into the thrill of adventure, but her mind cradled that heart, knowing more than once the heart had taken her into darkness unknown to be mutilated where the mind would have been more prepared with time. So Ammy left the time circuits on standby, the room humming and aglow as she walked down the catwalk feeling somewhat accomplished in building the artifact.
She left the room, the door a gateway to her office in her shop and no where else. The door, normally one that opened to a broom closet was closed, and a recessed switch flicked. She opened the door and a broom closet was all that was seen. She then flipped down a normal, functioning light switch over the recessed gate switch. Upon the cover of the light switch she placed the vague initials of LG at one end in a rather ordinary fashion as if that was the maker of the light switch. She left her office for the day to relax with her family and to put some time between her an her project to clear her mind some. It was an undertaking best done unclouded when one messed with Logan's Gate.
The firm clicks of capacitors snapping into the power modulation units filled the large spherical room of interlocking plates of titanium and platinum. White furred hands pulled a utility bag over a shoulder as a repelling line and carabiner was attached to triply weave utility harness worn. Ammy slid on her Eyecom, looked over the catwalk she stood upon to gaze at the 100 foot drop to the bottom of the sphere. Her heart thumped with a mix of thrill and fear, thrill won and she stepped off of the catwalk. She felt weightless a second or two as she fell then smiled as the harness tugged and held her tight, swinging her into a shallow arc to face a large relay terminal hanging with data cables like a cyber bat in a futuristic cave.
Hands grabbed the access handholds and she adjusted herself from upside down to right side up. Fingers danced all over an entry keypad, a large service tray slid out. Schematics came to life on her EYE Com's HUD and from the utility bag she fished out wafers of crystal in various hues. Moresh Crystals, synthetically made from the originals Amar had brought back. Each one no thicker than a business card and as big as a domino. She inserted the various colored crystals into a wide array of data slots. White for gravitational and liquid control, Orange for environmental and inert masses, Yellow for radiance and heat points, Green for life and essence, Violet for mind aspects and clarity, Crystal clear for egress and movement, Red for value and quality, and the last, Black was set in a row of four slots, each slot at the top of each bank of colored wafers as nullification safeguards.
The data slots dimly glowing from the resonating crystals slid back into the relay terminal. Ammy checked the diagnostic screen and saw that each wafer was accepted, no flaws or cracks in the lamination process when she made them. She secured the utility bag a bit tighter as she heard a chiming whine from a cushioned compartment within. She had one more installation to go before she could let her guard down with potentially explosive Crystal Technology. Letting go of the handholds, she repelled down the 100 foot drop, her paws alighting on the curved metal paneling.
She detached the line and walked up the sloping incline of the floor for a well marked Power Terminal Hatch. She let her golden eyes drift around the room. It had taken her two years, since working with Amar, to amass enough titanium and platinum to build the 200 foot diameter room. Yes, one could say an easy task for a transmutation specialist like Ammy, until they take in the massive energy calculations and loads to alter atoms to the proper density and valence shell configurations. Yet, as usual, tenacity and stubbornness had won the long race.
She now had constructed something even her earliest mentor would have been amazed at. Oh sure, spaces ships, weapons, space stations, nanotechnology, artificial intelligence, life, all were mile markers for her long existence and tinkering hands. Many called her mad with most of the successes that sometimes failed or went awry, but this one was going to open doors, knowledge and history. She opened the hatch to the Power Terminal and stepped back as the hydraulic pistons thrust the transformers out from the vats of insulating gel. They sat there, before her, each one as tall as an eight foot Erthrii, silent, brooding, waiting for the spark of energy to make them hum and bring the madness of the room to life.
It was here that she paused and just stared at the transformers with a smile half touched with glee, half touched with triumphant madness of staying the course. Long has she been a student of history and magic, long has she had to relearn, remember and gather what she was. Long had she been frustrated at the missing pieces of untold tales of her homeland and the people there, even of her adoptive ancestors, the Humarans. She thought she was doomed to reading old books, scrabbling for crumbling notes, scrying with magic for past environmental memories that always came up as alternatives to what really happened. Then she got the first puzzle piece dropped in her lap.
Once the Sumese, Amar, had stepped into her little alchemy shop with Moresh Crystals, technology blessed and created by a Holy Artifact, the A.C.E. Logan's Dream, she had the key for opening the lock on her puzzle, history. But the lock didn't exist yet. Oh no, it couldn't yet, for the Moresh Crystals, perfect in their hellish marriage of science and magic on the molecular level held a hint that required deep digging.
The remnants of Humaran history, the little bits and pieces of books or history lessons her brother Mako Phoenix remembered was the next piece, and it was like a domino effect from there. DNA Matrices, the Logan Matrix had the Memetic history that would be accurate for the rebuilding of the archives that she sought to undertake. From there, it was a matter of physics, power ratios, and already having started amassing the metals to create theoretical Star Gates, the project was now changed. She could created Harmonic Radiation to interact with Logan Matrices in living beings from Sliinkaa, any of them, even their offspring here in Rhy'Din and create a realistic recreation of historical events within the very sphere she stood in. Theoretically, she could even... tamper with time if the harmonics opened a close enough temporal synergy to make a rift in prime lines. What could happen if the Holy Artifacts had made it to their true destination? Could she save the lives of the A.C.E. Schrodinger? To touch the face of a long dead ancestor, the first Goddess of Sliinkaa.
Ammy started to chuckle and laugh hard. She was thinking Celestial and it was dangerous. Oh the ease of the mindset to change history. The devastation on life that follows. Life. Death. Creation. Oblivion. Dances. Ammy's mood soured a bit. Right, history for now, maniacal genius attempts later. She removed perfectly formed two foot long, six inch diameter cylinders of pure blue Moresh Cystal. Raw primal energy crackled within the lattice structure, a miracle to some, high physics to other, and yet a power source that a whole gas moon ran off of often. She installed four cylinders into each of the three transformers waiting for power.
A silent crackle began in the transformers then a building hum began as they absorbed, redirected, amplified and recycled the blue crystal power in a perfect, perpetual power circuit to last years. White pin point lights illuminated to a soft glow along every curved panel, turning the light metals into glowing pools of light as the whole spherical room began to hum, a harmonic chime, low and steady indicating the time circuits were primed and on standby. Ammy set the transformers back into the insulating gel and closed the access hatch. She returned to the repel line, attached the carabiner and then swiftly ascended, hand over hand to the catwalk.
Once she was over the safety railing she moved to the control console with a smile on her muzzle. From her vantage point, she felt like she stood in the center of a slowly waking star in the heavens of space. Fingers slid over keys on the control panels and massive pumps whirred to life. The lower half of the room soon filled with crystal clear water, fifty feet deep and shimmering with various minerals and elements. The pumps flicked off as the initial levels were reached for starting any traversal into history. Her hand moved to an orb of pure amethyst crystal with a ring array of needles waiting to extract blood samples. It sat there waiting for a hand to be placed upon it, waiting to take the controller on a trip.
Yet Ammy just stood there, staring at the sphere, then at the room and the water bellow. A marvel made and just waiting to be used but had she crossed the line? Her mind said no, her heart said yes, her soul cared not and her ambitions urged her to try the machine and let go. Her fingers drummed over the trim of the consoles and her golden's narrowed in conflicted thought. She finally settled her mind. She had waited so long, and had it now built, a further delay would not kill her and may actually prevent harm. Yes. Perhaps for once in her long life of rushing head long into stupidity, she'd bring in others to look over what she made, assess it, then, perhaps go forward with testing it.
Her heart wailed at her not pursuing the unknown, to not step once more into the thrill of adventure, but her mind cradled that heart, knowing more than once the heart had taken her into darkness unknown to be mutilated where the mind would have been more prepared with time. So Ammy left the time circuits on standby, the room humming and aglow as she walked down the catwalk feeling somewhat accomplished in building the artifact.
She left the room, the door a gateway to her office in her shop and no where else. The door, normally one that opened to a broom closet was closed, and a recessed switch flicked. She opened the door and a broom closet was all that was seen. She then flipped down a normal, functioning light switch over the recessed gate switch. Upon the cover of the light switch she placed the vague initials of LG at one end in a rather ordinary fashion as if that was the maker of the light switch. She left her office for the day to relax with her family and to put some time between her an her project to clear her mind some. It was an undertaking best done unclouded when one messed with Logan's Gate.