Survey EH: 'Earhart'

[Jazzi]

Survey EH: 'Earhart'
Dr. T.Thorn

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Entry 1

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In truth, I have delayed from making this entry. I have been wary to commit this entry to pad, and thus the documentation of my work suffered. My mind still reels at just how rapidly my investigations into Earhart have broken down the limits of the possible. The understanding of where we are, what we are, how things have come to be. The rules and fabric that underpin our contemporary lives... this odyssey of mine continues to pose far more questions than it answers. This entry was intended to be a summary of a quick preliminary suvery of one of the uncharted systems beyond Earhart; as if 'beyond' has any grounding in it's relative sense. Fate, it seems, had other skeins in store.

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The Solace and I had delved into an uncharted system, red in hue and filled with an unfamliar liquid. How are volume of the void comes to be submerged proffers obscene hypotheses. Further contemplation on the matter is required. Perhaps our anthroprocentric sense of scale is to blame. I digress, a question for another time.

The intention was to collect data on the environment within this fluidic space, collect samples of unfamiliar materials, and return home to conduct analysis on both. On making way to leave the system, however, we were met with our host in Thuringia C.S. Civil Servant. With such close proximity to the Gothan Rift, I should have expected to see members of the Platform in these unusual systems. We were met soon after by two of the Enigma Confederacy's drone units. Theta-A81-1, and C64AR. After guiding the trio to what I had found so far, C64AR reciproated by leading us to a location that, frankly, boggles the mind as to how this machine intelligence found it.

Whilst visually comparable to a Jump Hole, Civil Servant rightly pointed out that it would be dangerous to proceed through this spatial phenomena. What lay beyond? Would we even survive the journey? Naturally, curiousity dug it's claws in.

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All four of us emerged in another unfamiliar, uncharted realm. Dark, desolate, and ominous with despair. Storms raged in surrounding nebulae, and a thick, dark volume filled the space. All combined, the Solace's sensor and recording equipment suffered from distortion introduce by intermittent bursts of ion and electro-magnetic interference. Ahead of us say the lone source of illuminate in the gloom. An intensely bright, radioactive sphere that could possibly be the barycenter of the local system. Whilst aesthetics are a secondary concern to the pursuit of knowledge... there was something enchantingly beautiful about this place.

We proceeded towards this celestial body. C64AR and Theta appeared to have knowledge of some object beyond and were determined to share this knowledge with Civil Servant and myself. On approach, the density of this dark cloud like volume increased to the point where vision and sensors were obscured. Despite that, it was hard to miss the sizzling of the outer hull as the Solace skimmed a little too close to that celestial point. Perhaps the wrong method for establishing the strength of it's radioactive emissions.

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So thick was this interstellar medium that, in order to 'see' our way and record visuals that displayed anything besides layered of soot-like material, that we were forced to switch to overlaying our optics with negativised constructions based on captured electro-magnetic currents and reflected radation particles. The sense of 'flying blind' truly took hold, but such endeavours revealed something remarkable. The object the EC units wished to show us. An object that sat within this dark, stomry nebulae. Formed of two relatively symmetrical constructs, each resemble a monolith that tapers from base towards top. The regular geometry and patterns incised on the outer surface suggest soemthing created rather than natural. A hypothesis reinforced by what was found at the base of the construct.

Whereas on end of the structure was empty, the other held within it some kind of object. At first, it was reminiscent of objects found surrounding the strange signal jammed area in F6 of Frankfurt, but further inspection brought that superficial similarity into question. Scans and preliminary analyses of that collected data suggests that it's was some kind of container or pod for another object. An outer shell that housed... something. Relatively clueless beyong that cursory postulation, the EC units proceeded to extract this object from this monolithic construct. Piloting the only vessel large enough to house the object, we brought it within it's cargo hold and applied

what containment was possible at such short notice. It's fortunate that, between Wuppertal and Heisenberg, it's easy to stock routine containment materials. Would this prove sufficent in this case? Only time would tell.

Time didn't wait long to say it's piece. It became immediately apparent the object was degrading without sufficiently potent containment procedures. The kind one cannot implement from within the cargo hold of a DS-2 Voyager. The clock was ticking. Our agreed destination? Heisenberg Research Station, Cologne. As a group, we immediately made way for Laboratory Thirteen. The journey was complicated by the unpredictable nature of Earhart's exit points but, with the broadcast put out by the Starfliers in mind, we found ourselves cast into Omega-48. From there, the most direct route possible to Heisenberg was taken whilst making allowances for stops at suitable docking points on the way to refresh the improvised containment in effect.

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This incredible, unexpected adventure has catapulted the Earhart project in a wildly new direction. Yet, how can one ignore an alien relic as ancient as this? What purpose did it once serve? How does it function? How long can the containment chamber constructed by myself and cherry-picked members of Cologne's bigwigs last? I must be sure to repay the EC drones and Civil Servant for their roles in acquiring this marvellous object.

It also occurs to me that if others were to discover what we've spirited and hidden away here, that the wrong kind of attention may cast it's gaze upon it. Upon me. Such prying eyes and grabbing hands may prove a true hinderance to my work. May even prove fatal. I must be careful. I must keep this secreted and obscured. If there are any revelations to be discerned that could be used to understand the nature of the phenomena occuring across Sirius, the Blackout, or protect people from the dangers they pose... I must find a way to do so unshackled lest the Houses turn such knowledge for their own gain. Inevitably, they would loose sight of the bigger picture in petty politicking.

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Lab Thirteen Vault Item EH-4B-C