SHIP'S LOG:

Eyes Without A Face

Aya of Ieeooiai 8/30/2020 9:52pm

I am the last survivor of my people. That is, the people of Ieeooiai. Other planets experienced less decimation during the Skeleton Wars, but none of the worlds of Floodspace emerged unscathed.

But that was a hundred years from now. In a different universe.

In this universe, in this time, by incapacitating your crew, I have changed all that.

Me and my army of haunted dolls.

As for you, do I end your life now? Should I use my Hunsu blade to shatter your cervical vertebrae and let your skull join the others at our feet? Or have I fully mitigated the historical potentialities? It would seem a mistake to leave a loose end after all I have been through to achieve this.

For now, I will let you live, as you do have one final task.

Set the controls for the Heart of the Drain.

Aeon Lore 7/21/2020 10:49pm

I had sent my crew to their doom.

I joined them in the fray, of course, brandishing my cutlass, fighting back against a demon that popped out through the mists to slash and stab before backflipping once again into the smoke -- the cloud of Knockout brand knockout gas that we ourselves had deployed (no need for gas masks for us, being skeletons). One by one she picked off my remaining crew, their broken bones scattered through the ship and into the bridge.

I held my sword in hand, ready to do final battle with the monster that had invaded my ship and murdered my crew.

"O Captain! My Captain! At last we meet again."

I had no idea what this madwoman was talking about.

"Allow me to explain..."

Aeon Lore 6/10/2020 10:18pm

Aya of Ieeooiai was an assassin. A murderess. A killer.

She was also quite secretly mad.

Had I known this, I can assure you I would not have allowed myself to become so enamored. I would have had her watched at all times by ship security, limited her contact with the rest of the passengers, and ensured that no mayhem could have occurred.

As it was, I had fallen in love. With exactly what, I was only beginning to realize.

She had already killed a dozen of my skeleton crew before word reached the bridge. She had located a secret entrance to the crew compartments behind a great grandfather clock in the billiards room, and, upon entering it, soon killed a surprised ensign in the passageway.

Why did she choose murder? Had she always intended to kill the crew? Or was she so terrified upon first gazing on the beauty of our dry, naked skulls that she could only lash out with violence?

I would soon learn the reason. In any case, Aya was clearly familiar--and highly adept--with the techniques of assassination. Eyewitness reports from the crew indicated she had a short, bladed weapon--which she must have come equipped with on her own person, since no weapons are worn by the crew below decks. This blade she wielded like a whirling devil, dancing and pirouetting up passageways and ladders, slitting throats and stabbing bellies. Like a woman possessed.

While it was the sworn oath of the skeleton people of the Planet of the Many-colored Grass to never come face to face with your water-logged race, we are not without our own advanced methods of self defense. We opened the armory and selected a wide variety of boarding weapons, including cutlass, gas grenade, and short-range automatic weapons with bullets designed not to tear holes in the hull, but to provide a punch five times harder than the punch of heavyweight champ.

I did not intend to send my crew to their doom.

Aeon Lore 4/30/2020 11:46pm

It began with a small note. "The Captain sends his regards," on a small piece of paper, folded, delivered on a silver platter by one of the water-bagged waitstaff in the dining room.

While it was the code of the Planet of the Many-colored Grass to never reveal ourselves, it did not deny contact with your people. Indeed, our entire foray into luxury travel was based on serving your needs, and how can this be done without communication? Of a sort.

I convinced the crew that we should develop an event planning department, and created a series of themed fancy dress parties. These spanned weeks, and amounted to transforming the entire passenger complement into a 24/7 LARP, culminating in wild raves in the grand foyer filled with confetti and soap bubbles. Though she would have been the clear winner in every one, I made sure that Aya won first place, or role of Queen, or Grand Marquessa de CEO, or whatever the theme called for. This allowed me to also send her bushels of roses (from our crew-grown greenhouses), and boxes of chocolates (imported).

She began to send messages back through the waitstaff. She thanked me, demurely. She said she understood the stipulation in the passenger contract that no passengers would ever have direct contact with any member of the crew, and respected it. As my gifts and short notes continued, she thanked me more, and began to joke about her "mysterious captain."

Soon she began to ask questions I could not answer. Not without betraying the people of the Planet of the Many-colored Grass. She asked about my life, my planet. When I stopped sending her gifts and notes, she sent notes to me, asking forgiveness. Asking me to reply.

I knew I had gone too far. This was madness, and had to end.

The final port was only days away.

But by then, Aya had already found her way into the crew compartment.

Aeon Lore 3/23/2020 11:44pm

I began observing Aya quite by accident. It was at a quadrille being held in the Grand Hall. She was dressed in the traditional formal gown, with nothing to suggest the special rank or stature of royalty or the titled merchant class. Yet she commanded the room with her demeanor and her poise. It was as if she was a princess in their midst.

The dancers moved through the figures of the dance, enraptured by Aya and the beauty of the moment. Completely unaware they were being watched through the one-way glass by a crew of skeletons.

I started to take note of Aya throughout the days. At the breakfast buffet, playing shuffleboard, karaoke in the bar at night. While the structure of the ship allowed us to observe the passengers extensively through one-way glass, hidden spy-holes, and the occasional eyes cut out of oil portraits, I can assure you that the privacy of the passengers was never invaded. We could view them in public spaces only, never in the privacy of their own quarters.

And there was Aya, spreading her wonder and her joy wherever she went. And though her beautiful bones were covered in the same disgusting water-filled fleshbags as all the passengers, I could see her beauty shining through from within.

I had to meet her, to speak to her, to profess my love, regardless of our star-crossed forms. But how? It was the fundamental law of the Planet of the Many-colored Grass, that we could move among the waterbourne but never reveal ourselves. How could I make my love known to her? It was my greatest desire to share with her my truest self, and let my people be damned.

And damned they would be. If only I had truly understood the consequences of my love.

Aeon Lore 2/17/2020 10:12pm

Now, you're a captain yourself, so I don't need to tell you what it's like to pilot a ship through the Murk, riding the currents round the Drain, navigating your way around Floodspace and the myriad murk monsters that dwell in it. And I can tell by your crew you're a merchant ship, and delivering cargo through the Murk is the very backbone of Floodspace civilization.

But you've seen the Mare Tenebrarum, and seen how mighty she is, even as a derelict. I know you can imagine what it was like to drive her through the Murk at full speed, with a handpicked crew you could rely on like family. But what you may not have had experience in is commanding a cruise vessel, a vessel filled with hundreds of passengers, lives entrusted to you and you alone. By no means am I belittling the responsibilities of any captain, of any ship, with any cargo, but there is no greater responsibility than a ship full of lives, and to carry them in the most beautiful, most technically advanced ship of her age was an experience I feel must be unrivaled to this day.

And to top it off, this particular voyage of the most beautiful ship in the Murk contained perhaps the most beautiful passenger in all the Murk as well.

Aya, of Ieeooiai.

Aeon Lore 1/13/2020 7:31pm

Along with her monstrous size, audacious streamlined curves, and incredibly tasteful interior design, part of the brand (and the mystery) of the Mare Tenebrarum was that her crew always remained hidden. Not the wait staff and bellboys and customer-facing crew, of course. I mean the pilot and bridge and engine crew. All natives of the Planet of the Many-colored Grass, we knew the pure beauty of our skeletal forms would be too much for your kind. If our race were to be discovered we had no doubt your armies would fall on us through the Murk and destroy our people, and our planet.

So, the skeletal crew of the Mare Tenebrarum existed in our special part of the ship, off limits to both passengers and the non-skeleton crew. We communicated purely through the ship's public address system--a series of tubes--and kept the customers at ease with our velvet banter. Meanwhile, through an extensive installation of one-way glass, we were able to observe the passengers as they ate, drank, and played shuffleboard.

On our inaugural voyage, we made it from the Far Reaches to Destiny City in 45 days -- a record I doubt has been beaten to this day!

It was the start of an opulent -- if short -- career in luxury travel.

Aeon Lore 12/8/2019 10:26pm

“Oh Mare Tenebrarum, Mare Tenebrarum, Wie treu sind deine Blätter!”

The Mare Tenebrarum was so magnificent she had her own anthem. I was there the day she was christened, accepting the accolades on her behalf as captain. She was to be the flagship of the finest cruise line ever to sail the Murksea. 

She was the first, but destined to be the last. 

Aeon Lore 10/22/2019 10:34pm

The Planet of the Many-colored Grass is an eden--the most tranquil oasis of beauty in all the Murksea. Tucked away in a gravity well in an eddy near Heart of the Drain, we were safely hidden from explorers, colonists, and franchise chains until our civilization was ready to make contact on our own terms.

After years of intercepting and studying your radio signals, we knew what kind of beings populated the worlds of the Murk. We knew how your bodies were different from ours. Where ours were made purely of bone, your bone bodies where covered in a wet mass of meat. We found you horrific at first, but realized that your condition must have been an evolutionary adaptation to living in the Murk--your bodies covered themselves in their own shields of liquid--quilts of flesh. 

It's not your fault. It's just adaptation.

And it was then we realized that we were your forebearers, your ancestors. Because we were the originals--the first and oldest intelligent life in the Murkiverse.

The Dry Bones. 

The first and only ones to remain dry in the Murksea.

And so to protect our secret, we went into the luxury cruise liner business.

Aeon Lore 9/7/2019 10:17pm

I have always been a skeleton.

My crew--skeletons. My family on the Planet of the Many-Colored Grass--skeletons.

You look upon me now with horror, but the looks my people and I shared with one another were as full of love and longing and spite and hate as you and your people, with your horrific water-filled cellular padding covering your own beautiful structures beneath.

But, like, you, we were driven towards discovery, towards the unknown.

Agressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi.

This is my tale. THE TALE OF THE MARE TENEBRARUM.