Spaceward, Ho!

Jace's Second Recording for Houston

Spaceward, Ho Session 8

It has been about a week since I last created a log. As I mentioned before, the Artaxians sealed away the homeworlds of the races that defied them, and took away a defining characteristic. For the Kreanne, we found some psychic entity known as the “Voice” was sealed away in a nebula. It was like a mother to the race (and Zuli?) A crack team of that species had managed to merge with a lightyear long spacesnake and instilled in it the idea of the Voice’s maternal role, letting it act as a draconic guard capable of killing Artaxian ships. We managed to heighten this, and free the Voice, hopefully creating a Mecca for the Kreanne.

In the aftermath of these events, there was a ship malfunction brought about by high crewmembers, and we found ourselves flung into the galactic center. Rather than being shorn apart by the gravitational forces, we landed safely at a floating motel, the Innfinity. Some cosmic entity known as “The Owner” had built this to study lesser beings’ regret. It was manned by a floating glowing orb. If we checked in, and worked through our regret, our ship would be fixed and we could go on our way. Surrendering our regret was the payment they required.

The majority of us were instantly wary of this as well as some of the other peculiars of the place. Space and time operated unevenly, allowing you to come and go by desire rather than physical locomotion, necessarily. Amelia Earheart was here, as well as several others who had found themselves “lost.”

Rex decided to check-in. Now, I don’t know the particulars of what happened there, but I do know that he had some kind of nap where he re-wrote history so that a regretful action of his was mitigated. He was able to choose to make a different choice. Those of us in the hotel had two sets of memories at that point.

Dash decided to go check out the restaurant at the motel, Teddy’s. There, he found some sort of cartoonish teddy bear named, shockingly, Teddy. It offered him amazing cuisine from back home all on the promise that he would check-in at some point. As Dash was consuming his delicacies, he made the acquaintance of a fellow by the name of Vedah, who would sometimes cease to exist in most conventional uses of the term. Vedah came from some other dimension and was rather obstinate, in a pleasant way, about getting as many free amenities as he could without having to check-in. Dash admired his ways, but decided, a deal was a deal and it was only right that he face his regrets, in the most Dash way he could.

Dash was running a con. He faced a regret of his, but while he was there, changing the past, he made sure the ship had extra parts hidden away. Parts that could be called on now to leave without paying the full bill.

During this, Brix and I found ourselves in the boiler room, a place we were warned by the staff not to go to. It was filled with fog and ghostly figures. I later learned that it was the ghosts that performed the functions that caused people to notice their regrets and act to change things. As we made our way through the fog, the ghosts found purchase to peer inside us.

Eventually, in the boiler room, we found the office of the Owner. The being we encountered was some sort of shadowy figure in an opulent office with a nearly endless number of books. We didn’t find much other than that it was some sort of creature able to see many dimensions, through time, and was somehow connected with all the other beings in the motel.

Dissatisfied with the Owner’s recalcitrance in providing meaningful answers, I went to talk to Amelia Earhart at the reflecting pool about why she hadn’t left yet. What I found was that indolence and safety had dulled her edge. I confronted her with how many centuries had past and convinced her to make a choice, whether to keep a regret or just let it go. With that, she disappeared.

As she disappeared, the pool started whirling with my memories. I found myself pulled into my last conversation with my sister before the launch. As I found myself there, my memories of the future, my last two weeks, faded away from like water slipping through my fingers. I managed to hold onto bits and pieces, enough to tell her that I probably wasn’t going to come back. I would do everything I could, but if I didn’t, it was up to her. She needed to win, where I couldn’t. As hard as it was to say that to her, what made it worse was that something tried to hijack my impetus, to prevent me from doing what I needed to, and helping the way I needed to.

As soon as I pulled myself out of the pool, I quick drew my ftl gun, and fired at the pool, or rather, whatever that was that was masquerading as a pool. As soon as the bullet struck the surface, it was like the entire world cracked. I saw something for just a moment, before it all fell apart into a void. The heavens pulled apart and we started to see a combination of organic and machine parts. Then, we saw behind the sky, and it was filled with googly eyes. For some reason, this terrified the aliens I was with. They started going on about “the unfixed eyes.” I just, uh, I just don’t know.

Working together, the ship was jury-rigged, we grabbed Vedah, and we blasted off. We used the pupil of a googly eye as a portal out. Its lid, that heretofore never closed, almost crushed us on our ascent. Then, like that, we were back in the “real” universe. We got some coordinates out of the galactic center, and found a station. They hailed us. They were willing to help, however, we needed to submit to trials to find out if we were servants of the Darkness or the servants below.



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