"Well, when you put it that way, it does sound a little fantastic."
"Just a little, Mila?!"
Jakk and Mila were sitting in Mila's quarters. She was perched on her bed, swinging her legs back and forth as she told her story. He had taken one of Mila's kitchen chairs and dragged it into the small space that was her bedroom.
"What are we going to tell ULOS?" Jakk ran his hands through his dark hair and muffled his face in them.
"You mean, you told ULOS about the rectangle?" Mila was furious now. "Jakk! You know I wanted more time to examine it!"
"Yeah, and you handled that so well," Jakk retorted. "You blew the thing up!"
"It self-destructed," Mila snapped, thinking to herself how much her remark sounded like a line from a ridiculous science fiction story. [[haha, I love making fun of myself :P]]
"Whatever," Jakk said, standing up. "I'm going to go back to my quarters. Have fun telling your little lie to ULOS." He stormed out of the bedroom, stomped over to the transporter, and started tapping in his address on the transporter controls. Still sitting on the bed, Mila listened to the transporter's whoosh and Jakk's angry footsteps.
When the noise had subsided, she arose from her seat and despondently dragged the chair back into the kitchen. She grabbed a Powerbar* from her cabinet and headed for the transporter.
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The library on LuCA was the only place that didn't fit in. Most of the colony was constructed of a silvery white metal known as stromn, with matching furnishings. The library had stromn walls, to keep out the relentless nothing that was the moon's atmosphere, but the theme of the room could not have differed more. Oak paneling covered up the walls, and huge bookcases towered up to the vibrantly painted celling that had long since started to fade. Desks made of dark wood were placed around the space, and these were lighted by lambs that looked like glowing orbs floating around the room.
Mila sat at one of the spacious desks, flipping through a leather bound book with yellow, cracked pages. She had scanned what felt like every book in the library for any mention of the Llachar, and so far, nothing. Mila put her head down on the book, placing her cheek on it's withered surface.
Suddenly, a word caught her eye on the page beside her. "Llachar," Mila read quietly aloud. She lifted her head off of the desk and bent over the book.
{In the year 2048, Thellas discovered several preserved mummies on the Nyklos site. These corpses were buried deep underground, in solid gold caskets inscribed with runic symbols. These same symbols appeared on the sides of the tunnel leading down to the burial site.
The mummies, referred to as Nyklae, all had the same piece of papyrus lying on their chest. On this papyrus was what appeared to be a lyric of sorts, written in three different languages, one of which was an archaic form of Latin. Thellas translated as much of the message as he could. It reads as follows:
In this tombe of greate honour lies the kings of the Llachar, continued in their greate legacie by the Chosen of the Llachar, who carrie their Bloode as princes of Terra.
In these bodies were found traces of blood that had been preserved by an unknown rite since the subjects died. These blood traces were set to be brought back to a lab for further examination, but on the night before the shipping, Thellas's camp was ravaged and the samples destroyed. The intruders also killed most of Thellas's expedition, including the scientist himself.
An assistant named Corai Ashrak escaped with his life, and two years later, brought a second expedition back to Nyklos. The tunnels were found sealed, and the bodies, as well as the blood they contained, was lost.}
Mila sat back in her chair in astonishment.
[[*About the Powerbar: I love these snacks (not sure if anyone else does) and I simply HAD to put one in there because I saw them recently on a show I was watching...it's just a personal joke XD]]
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