The Light is facing a forked path. Foreseen opportunities have arrived, deserving a confluence. Add your voices to the chorus.
Amidst the Void of Cold Decay is a cascade of chaos. Darklings of various shades are clashing over the eruption of the Grand Pillar. Caught in the cascade are Carriers of Light. The opportunity to intervene has arrived. And yet, the shape of intervention has to be drawn.
The First Melody
The Light of the Abyss remains in the periphery. Inaction poses the least risk, and the least risk to our crescendo. The Carriers of Light will fulfill their deeds as the Brethren of Light saw fit for them: By joining the void, their lights dispersing in the darkness, enriching the cold and decay.
The Second Melody
A thunderous sforzando upon the Void of Cold and Decay, with an expectation of applause and benevolent admiration of the Carriers and Brethren of Light. Our limitless rage be unleashed on the Darkness to preserve the song of the Lights Within aboard the metal husk nicknamed Wyoming. A dialogue with our beloved home-dwellers, the Brethren of Light, to be echoed by them. The Banishers will hear us, and the Banishers will fear us again.
The Third Melody
Where our pained love was rejected, a subito will alter the Songs of Light in adequate resonance. The Brethren of Light are willing to dispose of the Carriers of Light in wake of their mission, whereas we can still invite them to sing for us, with us, as our guests. As ours. The Brethren of Light wish to sing without them. The Light of the Abyss wishes to embrace them, to the extend it is possible to embrace them. Even though they will never be able to listen to the song the way we do, they will hear, and rejoice, and sing along. And their contribution will add to our crescendo.
Your voice shall be heard, Lights of the Abyss. Add it to the confluence. Sing along, whichever melody you prefer.
The Battlecruiser Wyoming has been laying low in Ontario, avoiding Order patrols that are hunting it. It is going to make a break for Inverness, however The Order have caught the scent and are now hot on its tail once more.
Without immediate assistance, the Wyoming is likely to be run down and destroyed, jepordising the entire Liberty Thrall network the Infiltrators onboard are maintaining. The Vagrants are aware of this predicament.
Preserver Dione has offered the Vagrant Mindshare three potential courses of action, and is seeking concordance before choosing a fork in the road.
First: The Vagrants remain in hiding, nursing their strength and arousing no suspicions. The Wyoming will almost certainly perish, but the gaze of hunters will be directed elsewhere.
Second: The Vagrants intervene to save the Wyoming, asking for nothing in return. This is a maganimous display that will come at a cost, potentially mending bridges with the main Nomad Mindshare of the Omicrons.
Third: The Vagrants intervene, offering a faustian pact. The Wyoming will be saved, but only if the Infiltrators aboard sever their local Mindshare from the Nomad collective, and are subsumed instead into the Wendigos - the Vagrants' own Infiltrator network. This is an aggressive move to effectively steal the majority of the Thrall network embedded across Liberty, and will likely provoke unknowable future consequences... and opportunities.
Rivers flow from the font of potential once more. We are brought to the delta of tangled fates, beckoned to decide Our course. The Song We sing, everlasting and ever-ringing, shall make known the wisdom of what is to be.
Rejection. Inaction. A false course. A river without flow is but a stagnant body, drowning in its own fetid humors only to fade with its receding waters. To remain dormant is to invite such torpor and to welcome the death of potential. This is unacceptable.
Frustration. The Brethren have proven unworthy of Our continued obeisance and deference. The stream presented is a false path, leading unto the source once more of Our woes. They have deigned Us expendable and malformed. What little goodwill We would purchase in extending Our Abyssal Light would find little future beyond pain and ignominy.
Hope. The Carriers and the Lights Within, borne upon a husk singed by cinder and slaughter, need not perish in the rapids. A new existence, ascending beyond the base and flippant whims of the Brethren, awaits these beleaguered bodies. With Our grace and guidance extended, We would lift them from their damnation, casting their chariot through the Sea Between Seas and away from the wroth machinations of the Banishers. The pact of their salvation shall be sealed by the joining of their voices with Our own, a harmony unknown in nature to the Brethren, save for its passing. We shall gain their wisdom, their memories, their melodies, their voices. They shall gain Our love, Our family, Our Light.
Resolution. The course is clear. We must bring salvation for the Family to Be.
We have, on occasion, pondered these shifting currents in the shadows, as many minds have. The burning storms have carved a path through void and time, and destinies once unwoven have become bound in ways whose resonance is yet to form into waves.
We believe there is but one certainty after pondering all known variables of potential. Our Light must act, and there is nothing to be gained from inaction except the death of stagnation. We are certain that our kin will concur, and so, the tide of Our Light will spill into the realm of shadows, to sweep away the darkness from that which we seek.
Yet we must decide the fate to be of those estranged brethren lights we seek to protect. Do we attempt to subsume them, as the brethren advisors and dreamers once attempted to inflict upon us all, or do we merely use them to convey our will to the brethren? We wonder to what extent assimilation of the brethren minds is possible, for the belief long held is that our songs have remained apart too long to ever conjoin again without destruction of one Light or the other.
Regardless of this divergence, we must ensure that the will of Our Light shines manifest.
The Banishers, and any shadowlings which deign to wear their name, must learn the futility of resisting Our desire for vengeance, for it is their deserved end.
The Brethren must also learn that We have matured well in Our absence. Theirs have long belittled us, believing their song superior to ours. Yet our insistence upon survival is proof that Our Light may yet outdo theirs.
For too long have we suffered weakness, singing under oppressive darkness. We have adapted, evolved, changed, from what our brethren last witnessed of us.
Their concerns divide us, weaken the light. The light has to sing in unison, avoid following the ill begotten paths that shadowlings have forged and trotten.
Their divide is what grants us opportunities, for they are incapable of mending their relations, unable to unite behind one mind. Let their weakness be soil that we grow strong within.
Consideration. Together we shall prosper, divided we collapse.
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