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Entry 4 -- Sister Asiya
I am Asiya, called Choden in Hazen, Tashi among the drokpa, named
Lobsang by the lama after the eighty-second of his name, and this
is my story. I give it to the stars that you might know me and
know our plight. If I succeed, let this be my testament. If
I fail, may my words carry the mantel to your shoulders. The Jinn
are enemies of all life. They are your enemy, my sisters.
My village in the southern mountains of Hazen's Emirat continent
was called Shannan Karpek. We were far from the influence of the
emir and lived the old ways. My brother inherited our farm when
our bubākō passed. He was a devout child and grew to become an
honest man I was proud of, my Utkrishta. He met a muslima while
trading and they were to be married with the next harvest
celebration. This was not unknown in Shannan Karpek where we all
understood the Buddha and Allah as the faces of a coin. I was
proud of my brother, as were my sisters and our cousins.
Through all of this I was a herdswoman, a shepherdess, and my kyr
were lush and beautiful. I was too young still to be married, but
already I knew my passion in flesh was not for men. This also was
not unknown in Shannan Karpek. My brother loved me, as did my
sisters and our cousins.
The season of growing and birth was upon the land when the Jinn
came to Hazen. We saw nothing of this at first being so far from
the cities and star ports. Even when word reached us of the
fighting and the dying, our elders spoke with sadness about these
things happening far away. The Jinn had no reason to come to
Shannan Karpek, no reason to take our kyr and our wheat. They flew
in cities among the stars. They ate stardust and the light. They
could create wonders and destroy cities with ease. We were safe.
My brother's cry woke me in the night. It was sharp and high, the
sound he made as a child waking from a nightmare. But he was not
a child any longer and my fear grew. So quickly roused from sleep,
perhaps I still had something of the dream upon my eyes, or
perhaps I knew something terrible had come deep in my heart.
I know that I was a coward then, whatever the reason. My brother
cried out and I froze. I did not go to him. When other voices
began to join his, when the village was filled with screaming,
I did not go to them. I hid.
I crawled first beneath my bedding, and then into a corner of
a storage cellar under our flooring. From my hiding place,
I listened to the suffering of my family and friends. I listened
as they were gathered up and torn apart, one after another. Men
torn to shreds, women in pieces, even the children. My people were
butchered like kyr at market. The screams. The endless screams. My
people took days to die while I hid. Between sobbing I ate stored
goods in the crawlspace under my hut. I stayed in fear and shame,
lying in pools of my own waste waiting for those screams to end.
My shame. It knows no limits.
The Jinn are not like us, sisters. They do not have hearts of men,
though they may look like men when they choose. They are not
created as we are, called toward goodness and family. They do not
battle and war to preserve what they have or even for conquest of
land and goods that they need. They do not make war, they make
havoc and pain. They butchered us in the mountains, they butchered
us in the cities. They left one village untouched for every twenty
ruined, driven into dust. That village they visited and gifted the
meat. Those poor, poor people. They... they were forced to accept
our meat.
The Jinn knows our ways and our customs. They know our souls and
they know how to injure us there at the core of our beliefs. They
do not seek to kill us, they want us broken so fully that we rot
from the inside.
I am a coward who survived the massacre of Shannan Karpek, who
survived the ruin of the Emirat, who survived the consumption of
Hazen. There are others who lived, but none of them survived. I am
alone in my shame and honor.
These women with me share that burden. We are what happens when
the pick strikes a stone in the field. The earth may be tilled
again and again, furrows deep and harvested casually. Then, with
a suddenness that can only come to those who are absolutely
confident in their control, a piece of flint. The sparks will fly
soon. They will seem small in the vastness of space and time, but
we have a secret.
We know the Jinn. We now know their ways and customs. We know
their souls, or lack thereof. We do not seek to kill them. We will
break them so fully that their rot will consume them.
I have no life remaining but the one they gave me that night in
Shannan Karpek. I have no path left but the one they set me upon.
All of our Gods have seen what will come. The Jinn have none to
warn them, so I will do it myself.
I have shared with you in the clear. I do not hide my story from
the Jinn or from my sisters. It will not save them from what is to
come. Let them burn with my words upon their lips.
To my sisters--
EMAHO
No-tsar sang-gyä nang-wa ta-yä dang
yä-su jo-wo tug-je chen-po dang
yön-du sem-pa tug-chen tob-nam-la
sang-gyä chang-sem pag-me kor-gi-kor.
De-kyi no-tsar pag-du me-pa-yi
de-wa-chen-she-cha-wä shin-kam-der
dag-ni di-nä tse-pö-jur-ma-tag
kye-wa shen-kyi bar-ma chö-pa-ru.
De-ru kye-nä nang-tä shäl-tong shog
de-kä dag-ki mön-lam tab-pa-di
chog-chu’i sang-gyä chang-sem tam-chä-kyi
geg-me trub-par chin-ji-lab-tu-sol.
TAYATA BENTSA DRI AWA BODHA NA YE SOHA
Asiya
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From: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
To: Bill Tasker <wtasker@navy.mil.earthsys.gov>
Delivered-To: Tasker William T W/GEN <wtasker@navy.mil.earthsys.gov>
Received: from relay1.local.ganymede.earthsys.gov
by in-2.secure.ganymede.navy.mil.earthsys.gov
with ESMTPSA id 0xS4UTkOl1VcqYV
for wtasker@navy.mil.earthsys.gov
Received: from relay1.qec5.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
by relay2.qec1.ganymede.earthsys.gov
Received: from outbound.exclusiveservices.net
by relay3.local.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
Subject: I need you at Ross
Date: 14 Sep 2421 06:56:13 +0000
Date-Local: 14 Sep 2421 06:56:13 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Bill, I don't think he's going to listen. He's always been
soft. Good with his people because of it, but it's a weakness, and
I think it's going to stop him from doing what has to be done.
I need you out there as soon as possible. I know you're not done
working up yet, but that isn't going to be a problem for you, is
it? Call it a trial cruise. Hell, say you're going out there to
relieve the colony - I can pull some strings and make it an
official request, load you up with a med team and a couple bays'
worth of supplies for them, and that'll still give you more than
enough force to deal with the problem. It's only 27 of them, and
you'll have, what, 20000 marines?
Tell your people to go a little easy on the rest if they can. The
med workups are going to be unpleasant enough, and we do need to
end up with a minimally viable colony still out there once you're
done cleaning up. From the sound of it, they still think these are
the people they used to know, and they spent 25 years in space
together. You know and I know there's no cause for grief, but
they're going to need some time to realize it, and the more we can
avoid making that worse, the quicker we'll have the healthy colony
out there we need. So keep the collateral under twenty percent,
maximum. Keep it under ten, and there'll be something very special
waiting for you next time you visit Phoebe.
Remember what we talked about before, and don't get clever trying
to improve your bonus. This is not a sample return mission! We
don't know what we're dealing with out there, but we know it is
there, and we know it's highly infectious. Make sure all your
people are in full protection, decontaminate and screen them all
before you let them back off the assault boats - and if there's any
doubt, don't take foolish chances. You know what that ship means to
all our projects, not just Ross 128. If getting back clean means
leaving that planet with twenty thousand new colonists, do
it. Enough will survive.
Your command will receive the request for assistance by midday
tomorrow, no later. Project your departure and arrival times on
that basis, and let me know soonest. I've got Kolya out there and
my board here to keep pacified until you get there, and I need to
know what kind of timeline I'm working with.
Koenraad

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0Oleander - Sister Asiya /Oleander/004-sister-asiya.txt
0Voortrekker - I need you at Ross /Voortrekker/15-i-need-you-at-ross.txt
0Melvin P Feltersnatch - False alarm /Melvin P Feltersnatch/003.txt
0Voortrekker - Re: Weekly report: 27 March 2419 /Voortrekker/14-re-weekly-report-27-march-2419.txt
0anon.penet.fi - ACTIVATION RESPONSE /anon.penet.fi/5-activation-response.txt

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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
<item>
<title>Oleander - Sister Asiya</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Oleander/004-sister-asiya.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Oleander/004-sister-asiya.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2019 15:27:34 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
REC ON
TRN ON
ENC FAILED
SYS GOOD
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Entry 4 -- Sister Asiya
I am Asiya, called Choden in Hazen, Tashi among the drokpa, named
Lobsang by the lama after the eighty-second of his name, and this
is my story. I give it to the stars that you might know me and
know our plight. If I succeed, let this be my testament. If
I fail, may my words carry the mantel to your shoulders. The Jinn
are enemies of all life. They are your enemy, my sisters.
My village in the southern mountains of Hazen's Emirat continent
was called Shannan Karpek. We were far from the influence of the
emir and lived the old ways. My brother inherited our farm when
our bubākō passed. He was a devout child and grew to become an
honest man I was proud of, my Utkrishta. He met a muslima while
trading and they were to be married with the next harvest
celebration. This was not unknown in Shannan Karpek where we all
understood the Buddha and Allah as the faces of a coin. I was
proud of my brother, as were my sisters and our cousins.
Through all of this I was a herdswoman, a shepherdess, and my kyr
were lush and beautiful. I was too young still to be married, but
already I knew my passion in flesh was not for men. This also was
not unknown in Shannan Karpek. My brother loved me, as did my
sisters and our cousins.
The season of growing and birth was upon the land when the Jinn
came to Hazen. We saw nothing of this at first being so far from
the cities and star ports. Even when word reached us of the
fighting and the dying, our elders spoke with sadness about these
things happening far away. The Jinn had no reason to come to
Shannan Karpek, no reason to take our kyr and our wheat. They flew
in cities among the stars. They ate stardust and the light. They
could create wonders and destroy cities with ease. We were safe.
My brother's cry woke me in the night. It was sharp and high, the
sound he made as a child waking from a nightmare. But he was not
a child any longer and my fear grew. So quickly roused from sleep,
perhaps I still had something of the dream upon my eyes, or
perhaps I knew something terrible had come deep in my heart.
I know that I was a coward then, whatever the reason. My brother
cried out and I froze. I did not go to him. When other voices
began to join his, when the village was filled with screaming,
I did not go to them. I hid.
I crawled first beneath my bedding, and then into a corner of
a storage cellar under our flooring. From my hiding place,
I listened to the suffering of my family and friends. I listened
as they were gathered up and torn apart, one after another. Men
torn to shreds, women in pieces, even the children. My people were
butchered like kyr at market. The screams. The endless screams. My
people took days to die while I hid. Between sobbing I ate stored
goods in the crawlspace under my hut. I stayed in fear and shame,
lying in pools of my own waste waiting for those screams to end.
My shame. It knows no limits.
The Jinn are not like us, sisters. They do not have hearts of men,
though they may look like men when they choose. They are not
created as we are, called toward goodness and family. They do not
battle and war to preserve what they have or even for conquest of
land and goods that they need. They do not make war, they make
havoc and pain. They butchered us in the mountains, they butchered
us in the cities. They left one village untouched for every twenty
ruined, driven into dust. That village they visited and gifted the
meat. Those poor, poor people. They... they were forced to accept
our meat.
The Jinn knows our ways and our customs. They know our souls and
they know how to injure us there at the core of our beliefs. They
do not seek to kill us, they want us broken so fully that we rot
from the inside.
I am a coward who survived the massacre of Shannan Karpek, who
survived the ruin of the Emirat, who survived the consumption of
Hazen. There are others who lived, but none of them survived. I am
alone in my shame and honor.
These women with me share that burden. We are what happens when
the pick strikes a stone in the field. The earth may be tilled
again and again, furrows deep and harvested casually. Then, with
a suddenness that can only come to those who are absolutely
confident in their control, a piece of flint. The sparks will fly
soon. They will seem small in the vastness of space and time, but
we have a secret.
We know the Jinn. We now know their ways and customs. We know
their souls, or lack thereof. We do not seek to kill them. We will
break them so fully that their rot will consume them.
I have no life remaining but the one they gave me that night in
Shannan Karpek. I have no path left but the one they set me upon.
All of our Gods have seen what will come. The Jinn have none to
warn them, so I will do it myself.
I have shared with you in the clear. I do not hide my story from
the Jinn or from my sisters. It will not save them from what is to
come. Let them burn with my words upon their lips.
To my sisters--
EMAHO
No-tsar sang-gyä nang-wa ta-yä dang
yä-su jo-wo tug-je chen-po dang
yön-du sem-pa tug-chen tob-nam-la
sang-gyä chang-sem pag-me kor-gi-kor.
De-kyi no-tsar pag-du me-pa-yi
de-wa-chen-she-cha-wä shin-kam-der
dag-ni di-nä tse-pö-jur-ma-tag
kye-wa shen-kyi bar-ma chö-pa-ru.
De-ru kye-nä nang-tä shäl-tong shog
de-kä dag-ki mön-lam tab-pa-di
chog-chu’i sang-gyä chang-sem tam-chä-kyi
geg-me trub-par chin-ji-lab-tu-sol.
TAYATA BENTSA DRI AWA BODHA NA YE SOHA
Asiya
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Voortrekker - I need you at Ross</title>
<author>alexis@cosmic.voyage (alexis)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/15-i-need-you-at-ross.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/Voortrekker/15-i-need-you-at-ross.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2019 11:17:34 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[
From: Koenraad Gertodtenhaupt <kgertodtenhaupt@ross128-ventures.com>
To: Bill Tasker <wtasker@navy.mil.earthsys.gov>
Delivered-To: Tasker William T W/GEN <wtasker@navy.mil.earthsys.gov>
Received: from relay1.local.ganymede.earthsys.gov
by in-2.secure.ganymede.navy.mil.earthsys.gov
with ESMTPSA id 0xS4UTkOl1VcqYV
for wtasker@navy.mil.earthsys.gov
Received: from relay1.qec5.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
by relay2.qec1.ganymede.earthsys.gov
Received: from outbound.exclusiveservices.net
by relay3.local.rs001.l4.earthsys.gov
Subject: I need you at Ross
Date: 14 Sep 2421 06:56:13 +0000
Date-Local: 14 Sep 2421 06:56:13 +0000
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf8"
Bill, I don't think he's going to listen. He's always been
soft. Good with his people because of it, but it's a weakness, and
I think it's going to stop him from doing what has to be done.
I need you out there as soon as possible. I know you're not done
working up yet, but that isn't going to be a problem for you, is
it? Call it a trial cruise. Hell, say you're going out there to
relieve the colony - I can pull some strings and make it an
official request, load you up with a med team and a couple bays'
worth of supplies for them, and that'll still give you more than
enough force to deal with the problem. It's only 27 of them, and
you'll have, what, 20000 marines?
Tell your people to go a little easy on the rest if they can. The
med workups are going to be unpleasant enough, and we do need to
end up with a minimally viable colony still out there once you're
done cleaning up. From the sound of it, they still think these are
the people they used to know, and they spent 25 years in space
together. You know and I know there's no cause for grief, but
they're going to need some time to realize it, and the more we can
avoid making that worse, the quicker we'll have the healthy colony
out there we need. So keep the collateral under twenty percent,
maximum. Keep it under ten, and there'll be something very special
waiting for you next time you visit Phoebe.
Remember what we talked about before, and don't get clever trying
to improve your bonus. This is not a sample return mission! We
don't know what we're dealing with out there, but we know it is
there, and we know it's highly infectious. Make sure all your
people are in full protection, decontaminate and screen them all
before you let them back off the assault boats - and if there's any
doubt, don't take foolish chances. You know what that ship means to
all our projects, not just Ross 128. If getting back clean means
leaving that planet with twenty thousand new colonists, do
it. Enough will survive.
Your command will receive the request for assistance by midday
tomorrow, no later. Project your departure and arrival times on
that basis, and let me know soonest. I've got Kolya out there and
my board here to keep pacified until you get there, and I need to
know what kind of timeline I'm working with.
Koenraad
]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>Melvin P Feltersnatch - False alarm</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>

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Jan 12, 2019:
- 'man cosmic.voyage' basic system overview added, motd updated
Jan 10, 2019:
- 'menu' now allows you to write new log messages or edit old ones
- system default editor is set to 'jed' for new users