Entry 12

Entry 12

We have saved the world..... but at what cost to our own futures?

Following the levelling of a mountain range, Methuselah was unable to find anywhere to land. Using his immense piloting skills we entered the crater where once the mountains had stood and hovered at the rim, surveying the land.

We formulated a plan. I was to try to contact the Mole Men mentally and invite them to meet us. Unfortunately, the only place left which was a common frame of reference was the entrance to their underground realm we'd first entered. And there was an alien army between us and it.

We circled carefully away from that army and behind one of the few mountains left. From there we proceeded on food towards the mountain with me constantly sending mental thoughts to the Mole People identifying whatever landmarks I could as possible meeting places.

After a short while, we came across a platoon of the pig creatures. They were near what appeared to be a crashed pig automaton and some kind of erstwhile flying gun platform. They had their helmets off and were non-threatening. Unable to talk directly  we communicated by drawing pictures in the sand.

The green humanoid inside the automaton was dead. I used my abilities to re-animate it and bring it out of its suit, whereupon it died immediately in our atmosphere. This seemed to cheer the pig-splices. It seems they were happy that the egg had crashed and they were free from their alien overlords. (They seemed to take it amiss, however, when I suggested they transfer their fealty to me.)

As we continued on in our search for the Mole Folk, the pig-splices followed us and we discovered more downed alien technology and freed pig warriors, who joined us, swelling our numbers.

Eventually, a group of Mole Folk emerged and we discovered - as we'd surmised - that the levelling of the mountains was the result of a last ditch suicidal Mole Folk weapon which had had the effect of downing the aliens' flying technology.

Feeling that the alien ship might now be undefended, we boldly determined to reapproach it in the interests of gaining more intelligence. We asked the Mole Folk to accompany us but they were reluctant to fly. They gave us one of their younger - more belligerent - members, Boris, to join our crew.

Finding the alien ship guarded by a single remaining flying device, we landed, debarked a raiding party and instructed the Belerophon to draw the device away.  It was only then that Boris revealed that the ground was riddled with Mole Men tunnels and we hadn't needed to risk our ship in this way.

Using the Tunnels we penetrated the alien ship. Eerie white corridors. Deserted. Presumably the Mole-Folk weapon's effect had reached here as well.

We passed many rooms whose purpose was alien to us. One chamber contained almost two hundred comatose humans, apparently awaiting conversion to pig-splices. I woke one but he was needlessly belligerent and had no information for us - beyond confirming our theories that humans had been harvested by the strange storms for the express purpose of building the aliens' pig army.

Boris then chose to tell us that his people believed the pig-splices, egg-automata, flying gun-ships and other technologies were controlled by beings residing at the heart of the ship. We body determined to head inwards immediately.

Eventually we found a huge room with a silvered dome in the middle. The silvering seemed to be liquid of some kind. Mercury perhaps? I cleared some away and we were able to discern figures sitting in chairs in the middle of the dome. Tyrann was tasked with smashing a way in. He failed. The "Mercury" seemed to act as a defensive and regenerative mechanism.

However, when I used my telekinetic abilities to hold back the covering, Tyrann was able to tear his way in with ease.

Inside the dome were three figures - one black, one blue and one translucent - we could see its internal organs. Though the bodies were normal sized, their heads were immense, supported by specially braced chairs. We immediately set to destroying that bracing but were attacked with overwhelming mental forces. We were all forced to flee except for the brave Tyrann who fought on alone.

By the time I was able to overcome this assault and return, I found that Tyrann had toppled the translucent figure by destroying one of the chair's legs. Unfortunately it was still able to fight on, and seemed to have the ability to strip Tyrann of his abilities and use them against him. He also seemed to be drowning in an air-filled room.

(I later found out that the deviant aliens had mind controlled Methuselah and ordered him to change to fluid form and enter Tyrann's body).

Despite all of this, Tyrann fought on. I don't think I've ever witnessed anything so determined, so heroic.

Seeking to avoid defensive mechanisms, I gently placed my stolen alien energy pistol against the chair of the Black alien and successfully managed to topple it. This distraction allowed Methuselah to free himself from mental control and between him and Tyrann, they finally slew the fallen Translucent being.

I then used my mental abilities to "suggest" a truce to all in the room. I put every ounce of mental effort behind it. Amazingly it worked.

The surviving two aliens mentally informed us that Jah'ruhl - the "saviour" who had brought humanity to this world and created all of the spliced races, was actually a criminal and mass murderer that they were pursuing.

We have agreed to help them hunt him down if they will agree to leave what is left of our world in peace.

We start the hunt tomorrow.