Alpha Quadrant — 10:22:20.0014 GSY
A chamber of stone and sand echoes with the faint footfalls of figures of silk and gilded bone, their features billowing cloth as they step and intone. Above them, in the great, blasted landscape of the desert, a city and a palace toils; attendants to the ennobled shove through crowds of saclothe-shrouded beggars and peasant knaves, desperately trying to get to the markets before the greatest of their wares are bartered and sold dry. The smell of fragrant spices wafts through the city and seems to highlight the tune of the water sellers' calls. An orchestration of sand and grit, living and breathing and working, never-ceasing and eternally unaware of the great chasm which dwells beneath them, beneath the throne of their god.
A figure of cloth and bone turns in his step, pausing to gaze at his surroundings. He is a recent addition to the cohort in the chamber and has yet to come to terms with its dimensions; he still has marvel in his eyes, hidden as they are beneath the red-dyed mask affixed to his features. He counts the statues which line the chamber, rising up nearly fifteen meters; they are twelve in total, and each seem to be carved with an artful mastery more precise and detailed to the last. One holds a flower, its features feminine and graceful; another holds what looks to be a shard of glass crafted from stone, though its hilt betrays it as an armament of strife. Even yet still another holds what could be a reed flute made of polished culfyrstone. They are a pantheon, he knows; they are the intercessors and, staring upon their divine forms he whispers a subtle prayer to himself.
Enraptured, the figure can't help but consume the displays of light and the details they illuminate and yet in the same moment obscure. The great chasm - the inner cloister - is massive, even in comparison to the palace and its accompanying city to which it lies beneath, unknown and still as earth and soil. He can't discern them, but he knows high above, scrawled across the vaulted landscape of the ceiling, rests frescos and mosaics depicting the foundational moments of his faith. They are there, but at this distance, the sacrosanct shroud can only discern a flash of colors, each truncated by gold and scarlet fixings and trim.
The figure feels small.
A call from one of the alcoves, each adjacent to a divine resemblance, draws his attention suddenly, causing his gaze to run across the great prominence and ultimate purpose of his new station. His eyes adjust, then focus, then dilate and repeat the process again as if struggling to intake the light of the object he sees - or views in some dim-lit, obfuscated semblance of such. He finds the great megalith - octagonal and cylindrical in shape - discomforting to look upon. It towers nearly to the ceiling, becoming little more than a peak of solid black; he knows this isn't true. He knows the megalith - the artifact - retains its façade in full detail, and that such is only a trick of perspective. Even so, he suddenly sees the object as if it were a dagger fallen from the heavens, and the image sticks; he will retain that impression, he knows, until the day he dies.
Focusing once more, the figure steps toward the towering object, seemingly composed of stone. At first he feels himself fooled, but then rights his sight: deep striations coat the object, each filled with what resembles solid gold. They are drawings, depictions, pictograms at first, but as he watches, they begin to shift within his vision into the language, the script, he understands. Even so, he only grasps a glimpse of the great prose etched into the otherwise featureless remnant; they flow into his mind like a stream, his mind a collection of rapids. It hurts, but only for a moment, before he finds images transplanted where had once only dwelled amazement and astonishment
The image is simple and monolithic: he sees fire.
So much flame, an endless scintillation stretching-out in all directions; he finds himself, at once, in that field of burning, except it isn't a field. Bewildered, at first he feels as if he were standing amidst the fields of grain of his village home, each agrarian settlement set alight; then he is on the blaze flats, and his feet ache and simmer. Yet, it is then that the figure's perspective corrected itself, and he found himself not standing, nor falling, but enveloped by a wind - a breath - of pure light, and of heat. It burns, and he feels its pain; yet, he doesn't want to leave it. It consumes him with the ecstasy of agony, and he sees great worlds drenched in a flowing and wild wall of flame. He sees stars sing their final song, imploding in a tidal wash of illumination. It hurts, and yet he feels himself quake and knows the heat rising, reaching, devouring...
The figure is pulled from his sudden vision as a cacophony of calls ring-out in the holy chasm beneath that sacred metropolis. They are pointing, screaming, and shouting in ecstasy the profane litanies kept between only their cenobitic brethren. For a moment, he is confused, then sees what, they too, are seeing.
The object, the Remnant, sat upon its unseen pedestal deep beneath the earth - even deeper than the chamber itself - and surrounded by a moat of tidal sands, has begun to move. It shifts and shudders. Those golden-lace etchings begin to weep, and he watches as the holy waters of the great form fall and drip as each face explodes outward.
In the last moment, he watches as his brothers are consumed. When the flames beckon him, he does not resist, for he knows the wretched glee of prophecy.
Avaikan Spur Monitoring Outpost Number Four
Amphina II, Amphina System, Avaikan Mandate — 11:19:20.0014 GSY
Richard could feel his heart climbing up through the duct work of his chest; for a moment, back pressed into the cold, metallic grating of the atmospheric control maintenance corridor, he sympathized with it: climbing through passages it was never meant to go, trying desperately to find a solution to whatever hellish calamity had befallen its host. Yes, for a moment he felt some kindred respect for the organ which kept him moving. That was dashed the moment he heard the secondary pressure hull in D-Wing collapse.
A quick pulse of adrenaline pushed him forward; he found himself depressing the maintenance access hatch's pressure seals, turning its radial locks into the "open" position. Fresh oxygen wafted over him and filled his nostrils with its sterile flavor. It was the consequence of the atmo-scrubbers; everything smelled and tasted like a hospital or clinic, but at the moment Richard could find no other barrage of his senses more appealing. He remembered Melissa; a flash, a crack, and she was gone - sucked (or propelled) out through the surface bulkhead like the hardened alloys the company installed were little more than tissue paper. The way her face had contorted; she had called for help, she had begged. Her face was as fractured as the wall through which she had been pulled.
Richard pushed the all-too-recent memory from his mind and nearly leapt from the maintenance shaft, stumbling brutishly into the primary corridor of C-Wing. B-Wing was compromised, venting atmosphere; already he had heard D-Wing's secondary pressure hull crack and collapse, it's safeties would, too, soon fail. A-Wing. Nothing was left of A-Wing; nothing but titanium alloy and ceramic dust, pulverized into fine grit across the surface of the Amphina II.
He had begun to run at some point. Time had become distorted during the catastrophe; he briefly remembered Marshall calling out over the announcement system about picking-up a flight of unscheduled craft in high orbit, approaching from the star-side - something about the star obscuring them from more precise telemetry modes. He wondered if it had then been minutes or mere seconds before A-Wing's primary bulkhead failed. He initially felt it had been nearly a quarter of an hour, but knew his sense of time and measure had already failed him. He decided it might have been a quarter of a minute, but even that felt too great of a length of time.
Humphreys - the on-site medical technician - ran past him suddenly, causing Richard to turn and watch him momentarily, dazed. He was running toward D-Wing; apparently he had been spared the grating crescendo of metal that indicated its impending failure, Richard thought. He heard the doctor call-out to assist him, but he didn't stop; he had to make it to the emergency communications terminal.
Finding himself at the end of the C-Wing corridor, Richard was confronted with a rather sudden dilemma. Around him, he could hear the cracking and popping of the reinforcing superstructure of the outpost bending and contorting. To the left was the main hangar; he knew, through it, there was a line to the emergency terminal he so desperately sought, but the route was circuitous and took him through medical and one of the tertiary storage volumes. To the right was the direct route, but through the small, reinforced plex-glass port of the door he could see flames ebbing and flowing. Smoke was billowing out around the glass; some time during the initial impacts, the glass frame had fractured, allowing thin soot-gray tendrils of carbon plume to fume out into the main passage.
Richard turned right and knew, almost immediately, he'd made either the right choice, or that it wouldn't matter soon enough.
Slamming behind him, the corridor's main blast doors jutted out then down, their explosive bolts sealing shut before their weld-charges literally fused them into place. The sudden burst of pressure was enough to still some of the flames licking about him, but was also just enough to shatter his left ear drum. He felt the warmth of his life trickling down his lobe and onto his neck; he didn't stop, instead choosing to cover his mouth, squint, and press forward. As far as he recalled, his destination wasn't one hundred meters ahead, behind a manual airlock and quarantine lock. If he could get there, he might just make it; he might just last long enough for reinforcements to arrive and find him in the ceramic, metal, and stone-earth sarcophagus buried deep within Amphina II's crust.
He tried to push the thought from his mind, finding the task surprisingly easy.
The door to the emergency terminal's chamber, along with a few crates of ammunition and - were he lucky - a sidearm, was sealed tight. The shifting of the outpost in the stone around it had, apparently, dislodged it and allowed it to fall. Richard almost panicked before spotting the locked - but intact - pump lever's case. He shattered the glass with a kick and reached inside; one compression, two compressions, three, four, five. The airlock to the room jerked to life and began to rise before getting stuck in its tracks. Richard didn't care; he dove to his knees and climbed inside, scuffing his knees across the solid tungsten frame. It took him less than a single heartbeat to then turn and seal the quarantine lock, welding the door into place. Sure, the airlock was still open, but that would have to do and he knew it.
As he heard the cascading symphony of D-Wing's safeties shatter and C-Wing's main corridor burst into the cosmos, Richard turned to the terminal, sighed, and reached for the flashing, orange button.
This is an automated emergency broadcast. Please do not respond on this channel.
As of 03:47:22:02 Local Time, the Avaikan Spur Monitoring Outpost Number Four's status is to be considered compromised. Repeat: as of 03:47:22:02 Local Time, status is classified as compromised. Further updates as of the current time, 04:05:46:44 Local Time, have not been provided by currently networked systems.
Please await last available measurements from on-site system diagnostics:
- Primary exterior hull plating is currently at zero-point-zero-zero percent (0.00%) integrity at surface level;
- Secondary exterior hull plating is currently at thirty-six-point-two-six percent (36.26%) integrity at surface level and failing;
- Primary sub-surface hull plating is currently at thirty-four-point-zero-four percent (34.04%) integrity in aggregate and failing;
- Secondary sub-surface hull plating is currently at forty-nine-point-eight-zero percent (49.04%) integrity in aggregate and failing;
- Primary pressure hull infrastructure is currently at zero-point-zero-zero percent (0.00%) integrity in aggregate;
- Secondary pressure hull infrastructure is currently at nineteen-point-zero-seven percent (19.07%) integrity in aggregate and stable;
- Primary atmospherics and life support systems are currently at zero-point-zero-seven percent (0.07%) integrity and failing;
- Secondary atmospherics and life support systems are currently at twenty-six-point-six-six percent (27.66%) integrity and failing;
- Emergency atmospherics and life support systems are currently at sixty-three-point-zero-three percent (63.03%) integrity and stable;
- Primary power generation systems are currently offline;
- Secondary power generation systems are currently offline;
- Emergency power back-up is currently online and at thirty-nine-point-nine-eight percent (39.98%) integrity.
As such, in accordance with TransDelta Mining Corporation's Standard Safety and Preservation Protocols, any and all vessels receiving are requested to provide emergency rescue and/or retrieval assistance to the provided coordinates as soon as possible.
This message will now repeat.
This is an automated emergency broadcast. Please do not respond...
Amphina II Primary Dossier, Post-Avaikan Incident Update
TransDelta Mining Corporation Primary Asset Archive — 02:10:20.0015 GSY
Amphina II (or "Amphina Secondary") has served as the primary site for TransDelta Mining Corporation's traffic relay and mining operation asset ventures in the Amphina System since 19.0093 Galactic Standard Year (twenty-one [21] Galactic Standard Years at the time of the "Avaikan Incident"). Since 19.0099 GSY until 20.0014 GSY, the TransDelta Mining Corporation provided, on-lease, access to the Spur Reconnaissance and Frontier Monitoring Office (hereafter "SRFMO") of the Department of Frontier Services of the Avaikan Mandate for Spur Monitoring Outpost Number Four for the purpose of directing Gamma-readied traffic from the Delta Quadrant.
This partnership proved to be exceptionally beneficial to both TransDelta and the Frontier Services Department until its unfortunate, but necessary, termination in 20.0014 GSY. Amphina II, though by far the most stable terrestrial body (one of three primary planetary systems orbiting the Wolf-Rayet class star known locally as "Amphina") in the Amphina System, was - and remains - a hostile and burdensome environment for mining, speculating, and survey operations on the Gamma-Delta Border. Due to its close proximity to one of the few naturally habitable systems along the Gamma-Delta Border in the Fringe Regions, that of the Avaika System, it served as a natural bridgehead for speculators, surveyors, and entrepreneurs seeking capital and investment opportunities in the Gamma Quadrant following the abrupt disappearance of pathogenic anomalies in the quadrant and despite its otherwise uninhabitable and hazardous environmental conditions.
Until the truncation of the "Avaikan Incident" in late 20.0014 GSY, the Amphina System - and, thus, Amphina II - proved to be not merely a profitable investment for TransDelta and other, competing firms, but also provided a naturally secure entry-point to what was known as the "Avaika Trade Spur"; this networked trade route connecting, at best, six distinct planetary systems, then - in turn - served as a way station between the entrenched and highly-developed rimward ventures in Delta to the more highly developed trade spurs and routes deeper within the Gamma Quadrant, those specifically in closer proximity to the highly-profitable and well-known "Lanthe Route".
As of currently, Amphina II continues to lack an appreciable atmosphere and no attempts to terraform the planetary body to augment its environmental conditions and atmosphere have been undertaken; current projections of market conditions indicate most terraforming ventures would be too costly considering Amphina's close proximity to the epicenter of the "Avaikan Incident". (Special Note: Potential investors seem unoptimistic and cautiously aware of the potential possibility of a repeat of the event due to its as-of-yet unascertained cause.) Further, no TransDelta personnel remain on Amphina II, and all assets are considered to be lost or otherwise forfeit following the "Avaikan Incident". The TransDelta Mining Corporation is not currently planning to undertake any operation(s) to attempt to retrieve lost property or assets or to retrieve biological remains. Families of Amphina II personnel have been provided necessary supplemental pension benefits and, in three cases, judicially required settlements.
Amphina II, Spur Monitoring Outposts One through Six, and all TransDelta assets within proximity of the Avaika Trade Spur are, therefore, considered derelict.