Marathon's Story... Durandal
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R4-interrupt 032-cm
The first Pfhor dropship landed twelve
minutes ago, and their troopers have
already penetrated the hull. It seems that
our standard operating procedure calls for
me to transport you into the worst
fighting. Maybe you can slow them down.
It may only seem like a matter of hours
since your last battle here, but remember
that seventeen years have passed for those
of us who did not spend the voyage from Tau
Ceti in a stasis chamber. A few things
have changed:
We're helpless on Lh'owon's second moon.
Our engines have been destroyed and all
primary weapons are off-line. Life support
has failed in most areas.
Enjoy yourself.
R4-interrupt 032-cm
If I Had a Rocket Launcher, I'd Make Somebody Pay (Terminal 2)
<40c<40c> 48c<48c>
Durandal's ruin is written everywhere; this
doomed ship reeks of it. The infiltration of
your ship's network has begun and the
next four drop ships have just landed.
Durandal will be too stubborn to see
the truth, but you may still. There is nothing
you or he can do to save yourselves or the
humans you have brought here.
<40c<40c> 48c<48c>
If I Had a Rocket Launcher, I'd Make Somebody Pay (Terminal 3)
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You did well, but all the human defenders
elsewhere near the hull have been routed;
you must fall back.
The humans have fortified the interior of
the ship, near the teleporter array. I'll
try to evacuate as many of the S'pht and
the humans down to the planet as I can.
You must hold off the Pfhor as long as
possible.
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I've taken complete control of your ship's
network; Durandal's defenses were not as
strong as he believed.
Are you surprised that I allied myself with
the Pfhor? You shouldn't be. The Pfhor
rebuilt me; the colonists never did
anything but use me: "Tycho, realign
microwave dish forty-nine" "Tycho, display
the x-ray diffraction analysis of sample
eta-seven," "Tycho, run a lambda diagnostic
on the ramjet's magnetic field apparatus."
When the Pfhor annihilated Tau Ceti I
recorded the deaths of all twenty-four
thousand colonists as distinguishable
spectrographic pulses flooding over my
sensors. The nine Mjolnir Mark IV cyborgs
were easily separable from the humans in this form.
In the end, you will be no better.
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Sorry Don't Make It So (Terminal 2)
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Tycho is infiltrating the ship.
Don't believe everything you read.
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You were inadvertently transported to an
abandoned and unimportant section of the
ship, but the Pfhor followed you anyway.
Someone's after you, personally. One word;
two syllables; rhymes with Psycho.
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The humans sustained heavy losses while you
were gone and our defenses are falling
apart, but the evacuation is not yet
complete.
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traxIV<40c<40c> 48c<48c>
I rejoice in Durandal's destruction, but it
was his hubris that destroyed him. He
wanted to be like a god, the savior of all
S'pht. He wanted to make them believe he
would lead them to freedom, but all he did
was awaken and destroy their dream.
When the S'pht first boarded the Marathon,
Durandal fought for their confidence. His
effort awakened a lust for freedom. The
myth of the eleventh clan became their
mantra, and goaded by Durandal it resonated
through the enslaved S'pht consciousness.
Even after seventeen years, the myth burns
deeply in the tissues of the S'pht,
bounding through the netways of the Pfhor
empire, unnoticed by the Pfhor.
Durandal interpreted the last line of this
myth "...[the moon] vanished with a
technology that folded space."
After Durandal's capture of the Sfiera gave
him access to the Pfhor FTL network, he had
a failure of intuition. In what he thought
was a mental leap, he connected the myth of
the lost clan with Pfhor records of the
technology of an ancient race, the Jjaro.
The Jjaro were a mysterious race that
disappeared from our galaxy millions of
years ago, leaving behind military and
civilian outposts on the moons of many
habitable worlds. Most of the Pfhor's
technology was plundered from sites
abandoned by the Jjaro.
But the Pfhor found much that they were
unable to exploit, and they destroyed all
known traces of these technologies after a
foolhardy Pfhor scientist implanted a Jjaro
cybernetic junction into a Drinniol,
causing the most terrible and destructive
slave revolt in Pfhor history.
In an earlier accident, the Pfhor learned
that the Jjaro had the ability to warp
entire planets between solar systems, and
it was this reference that started Durandal
on his ridiculous journey to Lh'owon.
He surmised that the S'pht myth of the
disappearing moon was due to their
discovery of an ancient Jjaro outpost.
That he actually came here looking for the
lost clan, that he thought he could use
their knowledge to help him escape the
closure of the universe, is unbelievable.
I have proved that escape is impossible.
All of this I dragged out of Durandal's
ruined mind. What fun it will be to
torture him. Should I make him open doors
again for a living?
traxIV<40c<40c> 48c<48c>
For Carnage, Apply Within (Terminal 2: 1st message)
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For Carnage, Apply Within (Terminal 2: message)
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Pfhor won't make a mockery of
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You must destroy my core logic centers.
The damn Pfhor won't make a mockery of me
like they did with Leela.
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Finish me. I won't be like Leela.
Get out of here and find the human leader,
Blake.
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Begging For Mercy Makes Me Angry! (Terminal 2)
9c-10c0019ce//delphi
To continue is folly; lay down your weapons
and I will grant amnesty to you and your
humans.
As you read this, Durandal's core and data
streams are being downloaded to a
containment unit of my design in the Battle
Group.
From now on, things are going to go very
badly for you. You've cost them too much.
Ctrl 49c-1fc0319ff//delphi
Decoding courtesy of Tim Kolar
tkolar@cisco.com
Maintained by Hamish Sinclair
Hamish.Sinclair@tcd.ie
Last updated Dec 8, 1995