Diary entry twenty. ¿Emissary? Soovi Kalevi. Ibalaso Urt
Today is the day. I am all packed up, which is not too hard considering that I can carry all that I still own with me. So much that we all left behind. Not just things, but friends and family alike. A scar on our hearts and souls. One that has only a chance to heal when we retake our worlds from the Ascendancy. But that is a future goal. Now it is Ibalaso Urt. A beautiful world, albeit a bit to bright for my taste. But we canāt be picky. While most will surely be working with the Protectorate to establish a save colony, Iāll be going another way. As the former leader of the Protectorate was also the founder and leader of the religious group called āParagons of the living Flameā, I do think that understanding her way of leadership and diplomacy can be achieved by learning and understanding more about these Paragons. And as they are interested in learning more about some ancient Lighthouse, I just had to agree to lend my service. Learning more about this planet, while working with and understanding more about the Paragons, was an optimal option. Although I still think that the voice of Ognyena, that some of them believe they have heard, was created by consuming too much of these recreational drugs that they seemed to have been trading with for a while. An Opinion that I do need to keep for myself. Prejudice isnāt helpful, but there surely are no real gods out there. But in the end I am trained to act believably, and I do am interested in what this is all about, so it isnāt all fake. They wonāt get that I am not actually a believer. The lander is descending. Time to put my training to the test. A new age for Noctua has begun, I have sworn to defend us against the Chimeran Ascendancy, with diplomacy and other means. The Ascendancy isnāt here, yet, but the challenges have become bigger nonetheless. It is time to prove myself, and I know I will stand the test of time. I just hope that the leaders of the diplomatic caste don't go too harsh on those children here. A planet lead by children, strange new times.
The lander sets down and warning lights flash dimly above the exit, stating that everyone should protect their eyes from the bright light outside. Soovi stows xyr Scripher, something similiar to a dataslab just bigger, so writing with a pen on it was more comfortable. The Scripher could also contain another layer of information on top of audio visual content, it was able to store pheromone information and could emit pheromones.
Once it was stowed in the Toolkit that Soovi is carrying in a sling bag, xe prepared to get up. That was when the doors opened and a groaning could be heard and a multitude of pheromones could be smelled when the bright light entered the lander and blinded the Noctua inside of it. Soovi's eyes were hurting when xe stepped out of the lander. With squinted eyes, vision was impaired.
Soovi takes out a mask, that they sometimes use during diplomatic meetings. A white mask that blocks most of the incoming sunlight. Same vision impairment but without having to squint xyr eyes and the overall pain of the incoming light. The mask also has ways of modulating the voice to make Soovi's Mandate easier to be understood by non-Noctua. Looking around for guidance xe would walk to any Paragon Priest present or to anyone who could might give xyr guidance on how to get to the local Paragon temple, where xe could meet those priests again whom xe said that xe would be ready to help explore the Lighthouse.