This is a story I've been writing for a while now, sort of an ongoing project. I think it is ready to be posted, or at least the first part of it.
The story is elder scrolls related, it'll just take a while to get there.

As English isn't my first language I hope you'll forgive me any spelling or grammatical mistakes I might have missed.

Okay, here goes the first bit, I hope you'll like it.
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The dark ship

The dark ship shot through the great void of space, on its way to a planet of legends…

Meanwhile,
Captain’s log, supplemental
We still haven’t found the smugglers’ ship we were send here to find, we lost its warp trail two days ago, we haven’t recovered it yet, and I don’t think we will. How we lost the ship is still a mystery to my crew and me, one minute it was there, the other it was gone and nowhere to be found.
I wonder what they were shipping, one more thing we have never been told, I don’t like this, I don’t like this one bit... [Pause]…What’s worse, my first officer, who is from this region of space, looks like he hasn’t slept the past few days. When I mentioned it to him, he murmured something about bad dreams. He clearly doesn’t want to talk about it and I haven’t pressed him…not yet at least.
This region has some pre-industrial civilizations, none the smugglers could have wanted to go to…I hope. We really don’t need Prime Directive issues; of course it has to be taken into account, at least until we know why they went this way.
[End of log entry]


The dark ship stopped, they had lost their pursuers, for now. His red eyes shone with hope.

Captain’s log, supplemental
Still no smugglers, I have ordered to search all the inhabited planets for the ship…I don’t really expect anything from it, but I just had orders from command to keep looking…No reason given. This is madness, the bloody ship can be anywhere by now, I hope they have a damn good reason for all of this… [Pause]
I spoke with my first officer this morning, he looked worse again…I couldn’t keep ignoring it. First he evaded my questions, but I kept pressing. So at last he told me about his dreams, about a woman speaking to him at night, about glowing red eyes in the dark and strangely enough about large sugar crystals. I have advised him to talk to the ships counsellor about this; I hope he will follow my advice.
He also spoke about the stories of his people. Their legends tell about an exile from their birth planet by red eyed warriors and about lesser, greater and false gods. The stories say this exile happened because they had become so arrogant they thought they wouldn’t need the gods anymore. Sounds like a standard tale of hubris to me, earth must have dozens of them.
[End of log entry]

Ahhh.....a new approach...I sense here, interesting really.....and promising! I ask you to please continue!


As for the language ...I won´t say anything about it, since english is not my first language either....but it looks good to me for all what it´s worth!

An interesting start. Your approach is somewhat unusual, by which I mean to say new and exciting. As for the quality of your English, I would say it is top notch. I've read a lot of stories on this and other sites, and your skills with language are better than many and as good as the best I've seen. I will look forward to seeing where you go with this intriguing story.

Thanks for the positive feedback. I'll try to update every week; so here's the next part.
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A small craft loosened itself from the dark ship; it set a course for the world below.

Captain’s log, supplemental
We have spent the last two days looking for the smugglers, and now it seems that we have a lead. A small craft of pilgrims seems to have detected a ship heading away from them at high speed three days ago. It is the best we got so I ordered to follow the course the pilgrims gave us. There is just one problem; it looks like the ship is heading out of Federation space…I already sent a message to command, but I haven’t received an answer. [Pause]
To tell the truth…I hope they tell us not to pursue, I have a bad feeling about this…something is very wrong here. I also haven’t been told what the ship was smuggling and where it came from…I don’t like not to be told things and I have a feeling I need to have this information.
On the matter of my first officer: He still doesn’t look too well, these nightmares, you’d almost say they are a bad omen…I wonder… [Pause]
Anyway, he has spoken to the ship’s counsellor, and it does seem to help…a little. Maybe I should talk to him about the lore of his people concerning bad dreams…I wouldn’t like to interfere, but his wellbeing, and the influence it has on the performance of his duties does concern me…I’ll think about it…
[End of log entry]


The craft landed. Dust blew up in the air. He went out and looked around, had he found it?

Captain’s log, supplemental
We’ve had an answer from Starfleet command: Follow and intercept at all cost. At all cost…What the hell is going on? This keeps getting worse and worse…At all cost, I can’t believe it…What are they thinking? Outside Federation space. Are we supposed to start a war or something? And they didn’t even give us a reason. Just that one sentence…Follow and intercept at all cost. I have seriously considered not to obey that order…but there is little choice…My ship is in pursuit, and we just left Federation space…It feels like there is no way back…everyone seems to be uncomfortable with this. My bad feeling keeps growing…At all cost, with no reason…[Pause]
As I mentioned before, my first officer is from this part of space. I asked him about it. It seems that his people rule a large part of it…nevertheless; my first officer was born on a planet in Federation space. He told me that several colonies, far from the home world, became independent and joined the Federation. The central government didn’t seem to like this much, but there was little they could do. My first officer told me they call themselves the Due Mari…I wonder if they know it means two seas in an old earth language?
Anyway, apparently these people are technologically advanced…more so on the home world than on the colonies…I just hope we don’t have to get too far into their territories…It seems that they are more than a match for us.
[End of log entry]

Thanks for a couple more intriguing log entries. You've described the captain's misgivings very well; I can almost feel his uncertainty.

My apologies for the double post. I guess I wasn't paying attention.

This latest update seems to be the same as the previous update

Your story approach is very unique and quite intriguing; I do hope you'll continue to update it for us.

Hmm i just read it all and I have to say it is very interesting. Please continue with it.

Quite an interesting way to begin a story, the beginning of every story is what really defines it and seperates it from every other story, in this case I think you've accomplished it quite well. And as for your english skills, they seem great. I'll be keeping up with this one.

He saw the ruin he had been looking for. Would he find it at last, after so many years? He drew his weapon and started walking.

Captain’s log, supplemental
We have found the ship; it is in orbit around an uninhabited M-class planet. It seems that people lived here once though. Scans show there are fairly well-preserved ruins on the surface. The ship itself is empty…and well shielded. So far, we have found no way to get in.
Whoever was on it must be on the planet. I’ve ordered full scans of it… I want to know what we’re dealing with before I send people down there. I have…[Pause]
I have asked my first officer if he knows anything about it…He claims not to, but he gave me such an odd look when I asked…I don’t know, I really don’t…
I have assembled an away team, we’ll leave as soon as our scans of the planet are complete, I’ll lead it personally…Number One can keep the smuggler ship here if its owner or owners return.
I feel I have to go down myself, I know it’s against procedure, but delegating this responsibility seems just…wrong.
We’ll have to take a shuttle to the surface, there’s too much atmospheric interference for the transporter…This doesn’t bode well... I just hope we’ll get back to the ship in one piece…Everything inside me says to go away and never to return again, that is not an option of course, but still…
Anyway, the scan of the planet should be about ready by now.
[End of log entry]

He had found it! The devices were just right. After looking for so many years, he had found it at last. A way home perhaps, or at least an answer to the questions that had been haunting him for so long. But what was that? A bleep from his scanner. Others were landing on this planet; his pursuers must have found him. He pulled out his sword and heard the familiar hum of its magic. They wouldn’t be expecting this, that much was sure, and he readied a spell in his mind. As strong as the magic of his sword was, as weak was his own, but at least he could still do it. He looked at his scanner; something was to be said for technology. The others were leaving the craft. If they got him, all would be lost. They were almost upon him; he could hear their leader giving orders. The words of the spell rose to his mouth, as they rounded the bend he would release it. But then, a sound behind him, the hissing of steam and the screeching of metal on metal. He whirled around and released the spell, too early; it missed and hit a boulder. Behind him he heard shouts of warning, but he wasn’t paying attention to them. He had his eyes fixed straight ahead, on the ruins’ guardians.
They were remarkable craftsmen indeed…

I wonder what that could be If it is what I think it is, they better start running. Now.

Another great installment. And more great clues linking the past and present. I'm looking forward to seeing how everything connects.

Very exciting weaving together of ST and Elder Scrolls. Please continue with this fascinating story.

A bit of a short update this time, but with exams before and after the holidays I haven't had much time. Anyway...enjoy.
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Transcript of tricorder recording, audio only; Stardate: unknown; Location: unidentified planet outside federation space.
“Captain, I’m reading one humanoid signal, about half a kilometre to the north”
“Can you get a reading of the species?”
“No sir, it’s an unknown species, the signal seems to be stationary.”
“How far is it now?”
“Two hundred meters.”
“All right, split up in half a circle, Jones, Trevok on the left; Inael, Gorov take the right, I’ll take the centre”
“Yes, sir”
“Aye, sir”
“’s sir”
“Aye, aye”
“Be careful, we don’t know what weapons he has.”
“Hundred meters and closing.”
“Try to surround him.”
[Sound of an explosion]
“Take cover! Report! What the hell was that?”
“It seems to be some sort of…fireball, sir, I think.”
“Sir, he standing behind that boulder.”
“I can see that ensign, thank you.”
“What are those things behind him?”
“Lieutenant what…watch out, on you right!”
“Aaargh…”
[Phasers firing]
“Captain…”
“Behind you!”
“Where are they coming from?”
“Put your phasers on a higher setting!”
“There are too many!”
“Watch it!”
“Gods, they’re everywhere”
“Oh sh…Captain, behind you.”
“They’re on top of us.”
“Help, hel…aargh…”
“Man down, man down…”
End of recording

And thus, the suspense continues. You continue to provide us with just enough information to make us want more. I can only imagine the surprise of a Starfleet captain being targeted by a fireball. I'm sure mankind thought it had evolved past silly archaic notions of magic. Thanks for another great installment.

No updates in a while, university has been keeping me busy. Real life has this habit of kicking you in the teeth, but I haven't given up on my story yet, so here's the next update, hope you like it.
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They were all over the place. Dozens of them. Behind him he heard them attacking his pursuers. He shot of a shock bolt to his left, while he put up his sword to ward of one of the creatures heavy blow.
If he only had his magic at full power. No time for that now, another shock bolt, and a blow with his sword. Two down, too many to go. One spider from below, one good kick and the sound of breaking metal. A sphere came rolling towards him, another shock bolt but that didn’t seem to slow it down. He spun around trying to keep them off him. He focused on his sword, a sphere of fire extended from it. Two red hot centurions melted at his feet. It gave him some time; he shot a look at the ones who had been following him. They were surrounded and shooting their weapons. They had been his enemies before, now he could only hope that they could hold them off.
A flash of steel to his right interrupted his thoughts. As he jumped out of the way a curse escaped from his lips. He couldn’t afford to be distracted. His sword danced in a complex pattern and took the head of the nearest steam centurion. At least they were not that smart.
Another shock bolt took care of the three spiders scuttling towards him. But it left him exposed to the blow of a sphere that rocked him on his feet. He focused on his sword again. This time the sphere of fire was stronger, hotter. At least it gave him some time to breathe. His side, where the sphere had hit him hurt like hell.
He stepped back a little, and cast a healing spell. It took the edge of the pain away, but no more than that. And now his reservoir of magic was running dangerously low. He wouldn’t be able to use his sword’s enchantment many more times either. Two steam centurions were closing in again. He dodged a blow from the first and hacked an arm of the other. Not that it stopped him. Another kick took care of a smaller spider.
The one armed centurion was getting close again. A slash of his sword, now it went straight into the vital mechanisms. That was the end of that one. The other centurion came into his vision again. One slash and a now headless machine tumbled over. He heard the whining sounds of the alien’s weapons; one was now on the ground. But there were also notably less animunculi around. There were heaps of dead iron everywhere.
But then, a sound from behind, a hard blow sent him flying. He managed to twist in the air and land on his shoulder. Something cracked, his left arm hung useless as he stumbled to his feet and brought his sword up. Just in time to hit in the crack under the head of his attacker. It stopped the centurion dead in his tracks. But with only one hand he couldn’t get the sword back out again.
Hurt and unarmed he readied the last of his magic to cast a spell that would give him time to get to safety. But it didn’t stop the sphere centurion behind him. He didn’t dodge fast enough. One hard blow to his head and then, darkness…

I like it...a lot, keep it up please....

And now for the ultimate showdown, the Feddies against the Dwemer Centurions. I love this, please continue.

wow.. can't beleive I missed all this... I've been falling behind, great additions please continue!

Thanks for all the positive feedback. I'll continue with this story, I know exactly where I want to take it, I'm just not so sure how to get there Anyway, Here's the next update, a bit longer this time.
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Captain’s log, supplemental
My bad feelings came true; the away mission was a disaster, even though we achieved our primary goal. We managed to get the smuggler. But at high cost…Ensign Jones is dead…He was a good man, he worked in security…
He was killed by creatures that lived on the planet; they didn’t show up on our scans. They seemed to be fabricated…I think.
Ensign Trevok was badly injured, but the doctor says he’ll be fine, that sturdy Vulcan constitution of his saved him.
As for the smuggler…He was out cold when we got to him, but still alive. He is definitely humanoid, but not of any species I can recognize. Nevertheless the doctor hasn’t had much trouble treating him. I’ll include her report in the log.
He was certainly well armed and was able to take out quite a lot of those creatures…or machines, whatever they are. He used a sword that was an energy weapon at the same time, quite a powerful piece of technology too. I’ve told the engineering department to take a look at it, it may be useful. He also must have some sort of implant in his hands that can shoot energy balls…At least there was no outside sign of a weapon on or in his hands... The doctor said she’d look for it, though nothing showed up on her initial scans. But there must be something there…It’s not like it could have been done by magic or something…right?...No, of course not, there is no such thing as magic, only sufficiently advanced technology…Yes, well, anyway…[Pause]
All right, I’ve also sent an engineering and science team to the surface to take a look at these creatures; they are heavily backed up by security of course. I’ll interview the smuggler myself when he comes to. We still need to get into his ship.
[End of log entry]

Report of chief medical officer, concerning the alien humanoid.
Computer, are you recording? Yes? All right…The alien is definitely humanoid, apparently male. He is 1 metre, 89 centimetres tall. Weight is 80 kilograms. He has a dark grey-black skincolor and bright red eyes. Other characteristics: long pointed ears, and what seem to be tattoos on his chest and hands. Standard layout of organs, or so it seems. Two lungs, heart in the right place…physiologically at least, right where you’d expect it for humans. Digestive tract seems to be that of an omnivore. Liver…also roughly where you’d expect it in a human…yes, just like every other major organ.
Iron based blood even…but his genetic makeup is definitely non-human.
The captain spoke of implants in his hands…no, there seem to be none of those present. Actually there seems to be nothing that could have caused the effects that the captain described to me.
A brain scan…now that’s odd, part of his brain seems to be much more developed, than you’d expect…computer, attach the technical details of the scans I made to my report.
The alien seems to have suffered from a blow to the head, by a blunt instrument most likely. There is a partially healed cut on his left side. Also…a broken collarbone, and an assortment of cuts and bruises.
These injuries are all treatable and will cause no permanent damage.
Ah, he seems to be waking up…Sickbay to bridge…

Recording of chief engineer’s investigation re alien’s sword. Also present chief science officer, ship’s anthropologist.
CEO: All right, what are we looking at? A sword, heavy, about fifteen kilograms. A blade, total length fifty-two point three centimetres.
A: It seems to be a double-handed long sword, as is used by many species in the galaxy during earlier years of development.
CEO: Earlier years of development is all fine, but the captain told me what it did, so it’s got to be a pretty sophisticated piece of machinery…
And my tricorder doesn’t seem able to determine what it’s made of.
A: Don’t tell me the things are malfunctioning again.
CEO: What do you mean malfunctioning?
A: Well, you know after all that business at Meripala IV.
CEO: I told you that weren’t the tricorders. It was interference from their ore refining factories, and anyway this one isn’t malfunctioning, I checked it thoroughly.
A: Well…if you say so…
CSO: People, can we get back at the business at hand?
CEO: Yes, sir. So we know that it looks like a sword but we don’t know what it’s made of. It has to be technologically advanced, judging by what it can do. But I don’t see a way to get inside.
A: Looks like a sword, is used like a sword…maybe it’s just that.
CSO: Are you questioning what the captain saw, lieutenant?
A: Uh…no, sir…but maybe he made a mistake in the heat of battle, sir…That it was just a phaser blast deflecting from something.
CSO: So…you are questioning what the captain saw…You do know lieutenant, that phaser blasts don’t just deflect of something?
A: But maybe there was a deflector shield around something, come on…a sword that expels fireballs…give me a break…
Uh…but, er…that doesn’t mean that it can’t happen, sir…Uh, we have seen stranger things than that…sir.
CSO: Right you are lieutenant…Now, we have equipment to do a complete molecular scan. That should tell us what the sword is made of, and how to get a look at the machinery that drives it.
CEO: Um…Well, sir, if you say that we have the equipment…Well do you remember that ion storm we past through eight days ago? Now…It scrambled some of the diagnostic routines in our internal scanners…and, well…
CSO: Are you telling me that those scanners don’t work, lieutenant?
CEO: Yes, sir. That’s about it, we just discovered it just yesterday sir…But don’t you worry, sir, we’ll have it fixed in no time.
CSO: I’m counting on it, lieutenant, you can be sure of that
[Chief science officer leaves room]
A: Well, they’re not the tricorders, I’ll grant you that…
CEO: You, shut up…computer, end recording.

They sure are confused. I like your story, please continue.

Ah, yes, the guy in the red shirt who should have "Dead Man" written on his forehead.

Great story. I really enjoy your adept weaving together of the diverse elements. It shall be a treat to see where you take us. Perhaps "...where no man (or elf) has gone before."

There you are killing of redshirts and you don't even realize you're doing it. Poor ensign Jones.
Anyway here's the next update, but before I post I have to say that the guy who is named in it isn't who you may think it is, further details will be revealed in lather posts.
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He woke up, in far less pain than he would have expected. When he opened his eyes he saw the sterile lights of a star ship. So, they had saved him, and now he was their prisoner. Without moving he sent out his mind to ascertain if there were other people in this room.
He found one. Still without moving he readied a paralyzing spell. Then in one move he got up from his bed and threw the spell at the person. But it bounced off from a barrier between them. How could this be, if it was a magical field he would have sensed it. The woman turned around and looked at him.
Then with a soft woosh the doors opened. A tall man entered. One with the unmistakable air of command about him. He spoke softly with the woman.
Then he moved towards him.
“I wouldn’t try anything if I were you, would you imagine the uses a forcefield could have?” the man said. Trying to gather his thoughts he stared at him.
“So do you want to tell us who you are?” the man again.
“You couldn’t begin to understand who I am man.” The others’ attitude had riled him.
“Try me. Let’s start whith what species you are, shall we.”
“That question only shows your ignorance. But I’ll humour you. I am of the Dunmer, or dark elves as the others call us. My people hail from Morrowind, from the borders of Argonia to the dusty slopes of Red Mountain…Now, did that help?”
“It’s a start.” He could see that the man didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. “A name would be helpful too.”
“I have many names man, most which would not mean a thing to you. But for the sake of this conversation, call me Fyr.”
“And that is your real name then?”
“It is as good a name as any. And now…who are you?”
“I am the captain of this ship, call me captain or sir, whichever you prefer…Fyr.”
It was as he had thought, this man was in command, but now that he had shed his confusion he definitely had the upper hand over this…captain. Even though the other might think differently.
“So, am I your prisoner?”
“We saved your life Fyr, show some gratitude.”
“Should I be grateful for being a prisoner, man? You have made a mistake greater than you could ever imagine.”
“Like I said, you can call me captain or sir.” He could see the man was angry. Good, he would be making mistakes now. “And I would like to know what this mistake would be. And what those things on the surface were, I have a feeling you know something about that too.”
So, they did not know about the animunculi, should he tell him the truth? They might be useful. In his long life he had found few men worthy of his attention and this might be one of them, or not. He had something, or maybe it was just wishful thinking. He would see.
“The mistake will show itself in good time, as for these things, as you call them…They are called animunculi, made by an ancient race. They have a considerable lifespan. I would be careful…captain, they can be quite deadly. ”
“As you almost found out, I’m sure. We want to get into your ship, how do we get in?” So his protection had proven to be sufficient.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that captain. May I ask under whose authority are you holding me?” The man hesitated, it was barely a moment but he noticed it nevertheless.
“We have direct orders from the Starfleet high command to hold you and impound your ship and its contents.”
A slow grin spread over his face. “But we are not in Federation territory anymore, are we? You have no jurisdiction here captain.”
The man hesitated again, perhaps to rethink his strategy, he could respect that. “Remember Fyr, we also saved your life and I am certainly within my rights to hold you here in sickbay to make sure you are all right.”
“I can assure you captain that I am. So if you would let me go now.”
“No offence to you Mr. Fyr, but I’d rather have my doctor confirm that and she just told me that it could take a while.”
Beside an astonished look from the doctor, it was not a bad strategy indeed. It might have been even better if he had informed the doctor first.
Then the doors opened again. A man entered the room, no not man but mer like him, and not like him. One of those he had been looking for. His grin grew wider. The other took one look at him and stopped dead in his tracks. Fear and confusion obvious in his face. After a few seconds he turned around and strode, almost ran, out.
The captain mumbled: “What the hell?” And then to him, “We will talk again, until then you are staying here.” And then he rushed out too.
Alone with the doctor he sat on the bed, and nodded slowly, this would be very interesting indeed.

So, I got that out of my system. I'm planning to continue this story. (No, really I am)

In the next chapter the captain isn't going to be happy.
You can't blame the poor man, really. I mean he's outside federation space, he can't get into the ship he's supposed to get into, he was just in a fight with ancient machinery, his 'guest' is being a pain, and now his first offcer is acting up.

So he's unhappy, very unhappy, the kind of unhappiness in which swearing may be involved.
And there's my problem. I don't know the words the autocensor is going to respond to. So, to avoid a story filled with spotted owls and whatnot, I would greatly appreciate it if someone could pm me a list with words I can't use. Now I'm assuming the pm system doesn't censor. If it does pm me amyway and I'll send you my e-mail addres.

Well thanks in advance, and with a bit of luck a new chapter will be up soon.

Hmm, I always use behind instead of the words that talk about a person's, rear end. You know, instead of kicking his **** it is 'kicking his behind'. Works like a charm for me.

And please continue. I love Star Trek. (Well, I love Scotty, Bones, Spock and Kirk. Those four are funny! ,,Don't worry captain, I know this ship like the back of my hand!" Walks into a pipe and drops down unconscious. )

That might work, or I can have him swallowing his words, like "the complete and utter bastr...", it will be in his log after all.

As promised, an update. It's a bit short this time, but I'll post the next part as soon as I get the chance run it through a spelling checker.
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Captain’s log, supplemental
The arrogant son of a... That complete and utter bas…That red eyed stuck up little twat. And Number One, what the hell is up with him, I mean… What the hell do I mean? Gods this is no good. [Pause]
All right, I’m calm now. I’ll start again…The interview with the prisoner did not go well. No, that’s an understatement, it was a disaster. He is an unhelpful, uncooperative, arrogant, piece of sh…I let him get to me.
At least he gave us his name, Fyr, if it’s his real one. And he said he was from a place called Morrowind. Never heard of it, it isn’t in our records either. From the borders of Argonia to the dusty slopes of Red Mountain, not very helpful… He also seemed to know a lot more about those creatures, or animunculi as he called them, than he’s telling us…I’ll have to find a way to get more information out of him. [Pause]
And of course there is the matter of my first officer…For the past days his behaviour has been erratic to say the least. But now…He all but ran from sickbay when he saw our guest…I have summoned him to my ready room, I let him be before, but this has really gone too far… I want some answers and I want them now…He hasn’t been honest with me, I’m sure of that and that bothers me. He has never before acted like this, but when we entered this region of space…It is not that he changed, not really…There were the dreams of course, but at least he was honest about them…He just got more and more withdrawn…More quiet really…I should have seen he was not telling me something, but I trusted him. Of course I did, he was my first officer…He still is, but whether he will be depends on the talk I’m going to have with him…I wouldn’t like to strip his rank from him…Not now, not here, outside the Federation, weeks away from the closest starbase. Anyway, I’ll attach a recording of our conversation to my log. In case it is needed for disciplinary purposes…God, I hope not [Pause]
[Door chime]
There he is, computer start recording.
[End of log entry]

Okay, I'm back again, I finally found the spelling chek on my computer (It was hiding between mineland and Oblivion). So the next update is here.
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Recording of interview of First Officer; present: Captain and First Officer.
CHello Number One, please sit down.
FO: Sir.
[Pause]
C: Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?
FO: Going on, sir?
C: No! No, don't do this...Just don't, don't play stupid. I know something is going on with you, And you are going to tell me what it is. Right here, right now.
FO: It is...complicated, sir.
C: I'm sure it is, Number One. But you are going to tell me anyway.
FO: It is...it is related to my peoples legends. Look sir, I don't want to bother you with this. I'm probably imagining things anyway...
C: It's a bit late for that, isn't it? Just go on.
FO: Yes sir...Well like I said, my peoples legends...I'll have to tell you a bit about them.
C: I'm listening.
FO: Like I told you the other day, we didn't evolve on what is now the central world of the Due Mari empire. Our legends say that we were once the greatest race on an other world, but that we were exiled from them.
Some say it happened after a natural catastrophe others say it was after a great war. The truth, if the legend is true at all, is lost to history.
In any case, small strife is present in all legends. Our people were the most technologically advanced race. There is also mention of magic and moving beyond that.
Anyway, the legends speak of people of our race but different from us. People with grey skin and red eyes. Somewhat like the man who is now in sickbay.
They weren't devils, but they were directly or indirectly responsible for our exile. They are the evil in all our stories. Those we tell our children, those that were told to us when we were young. Somewhat similar to the human bogeyman I believe.
Well, That's one thing, and then there are the dreams.
C: Yes...these dreams.
FO: Well...I keep seeing people like him in my dreams, clad in armour, with swords and bows. They are fighting a huge war...and then there is darkness, and I wake up.
It may or may not mean anything, but it is certainly unsettling.
C: I see...Do you know anything about this planet below us?
FO: I think this is the planet we first ended up on, after our exile. It was thought to be lost after we moved on to other planets, but maybe we were wrong.
C: and these creatures we encountered?
FO: They were meant to be guardians I think, I'm not sure.
C: All right, thank you for finally telling me this. The next time I speak to Fyr I want you to be there, understood?
FO: Aye, aye sir.
C: Good, dismissed.
[End of recording]

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Why do these posts look so short, it's almost a page in word. Anyway, next time an other conversation with the elusive Fyr, as soon as I get it written that is.

Well, it does pique my interest. From what I've gathered, I get the impression that the FO is a descendant of the Dwemer. That doesn't explain the stories about the grey people with red eyes. At the time of the Dwemer's disappearance, the Dunmer were still the goldenskinned Chimer. The transformation happened a bit later.

And I am too surprised all the time by how short my updates seem after I transfer them from Word. I try to ignore it though. It's no big deal anyway. So now give us the next update, please. Make it so.

Having a wide-screened computer monitor makes it all the much more shorter as well. It's always interesting for me to look at this site on my work computer, everything seems so much more longer.

Anyways, I am also interested in what's going on here. Looks like the Dwemer only shifted planets instead of planes of existence according to your story. Pretty cool if ya ask me.