Report on Nomads

[Kadaeux]

+++Transmission+++
+++Comm ID: ++Tombship++ +++
+++Message+++

After entering New York today I discovered something, a strange blue vessel maybe ten metres long. Its mottled hull was quite pretty to the eyes.

For a while I attempted to establish dialog with the being but had no luck, not long after another of its kind arrived. The two circled and studied my vessel as I did the same to them while still attempting contact, their responses seemed to come from inside my head and made little sense. But they demonstrated none of the hostility I was told to expect from the other inhabitants of New York at the time.

I continued on after about twenty minutes entirely unmolested by these Nomads as I learnt they were called. Despite the constant accusations of others they demonstrated none of the overtly hostile nature I was told they possess but more a childlike curiosity and thirst for learning.

The one thing I managed to get solidly was their reference to me as the "deadferry" a most accurate observation.

Not long after that I discovered another pair of different ones. They seemed older, more mature, they lacked the crude grafted weapons of the previous two and seemed far more developed. I again attempted to establish dialog, I must have been there a good half an hour.

The only aggression I ever saw from the beautiful, elegant creatures who danced around my hull was witnessed, not as a random act of aggression, not against me, but as a DIRECT response to being fired upon.

In that time I saw it happen THREE times, the Nomads simply flew around my vessel like dancers curious about something until they were fired upon with which they answered with total force and no mercy.

In all counts they were the victims of an attack by another party to which they responded with total force. I was fortunate to get some imagery of the Nomads.




I reiterate. Not once in TWO lengthy encounters with them did I witness even a single hint or act of aggression against me.

People see or hear a Nomad and go on an instant and total witch-hunt. You don't converse, you don't negotiate, you don't even just monitor to see what they're doing. You attack without provocation, and in those cases where I can collect your bodies from them or the battlefield before they get it I will return your bodies home but knowing full well that you deserved your fate at their hands.

+++End Transmission+++

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In the darkening lights of Sirius space even the dead need a voice, even the dead need respect. And more importantly, the dead need to be taken home: Undertaker, Steward of the ++Tombship++

'Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it. '

"In a society that has abolished all adventure, the only adventure left is to abolish that society."