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Time: 361 (high calendar)
Place: out-rift near Station Moongray

[Edited to add: NOTE: I'm flying back home tomorrow but will be keeping an eye on this move or any questions you might have. I should be able to resume normal GMing activities starting Wednesday. Sorry about that!--YHL]

[GM's note: feel free to continue to wrap up any last business in Move 2.]

Whoever is monitoring the Wasp notes that there are no major issues emerging from the rift into the target place and time. The visuals show strange energies crackling around the moth as it passes back into normal space-time. For days afterward, the energies' patterns haunt your dreams, as though conveying a coded message in a language you knew before your birth.

It doesn't take long for someone to notice your arrival. A transmission arrives from the direction of Station Moongray. The Wasp's mothgrid asks for your attention, and plays it. The message is given first in the high language, then repeated several times in other "low" languages: "Greetings, travelers. This is Station Moongray of the heptarchate, under the command of Administrator Nirai Paerani. Do you require an escort to the station?" It is accompanied by a local starmap giving coordinates to the station and the identifying information of a proposed escort, a non-combat research moth called the Butterfly Lens that has been patrolling the rift. The transmission goes on to offer succor in exchange for information about the other side of the rift.

[Players should feel free to discuss their response then, possibly, open communications with the station. The administrator will repeat the greeting message until someone responds or the Wasp attempts to approach the station.

Yehan will notice that someone has taken the task of translation very seriously--the heptarchate doesn't have the greatest track record in this area, but the low language translations are extremely competent, fairly polite, and convey a sense of eagerness for contact with people who can bring the station information about other times and places.

The Wasp's more advanced scan functions can verify the presence of the Butterfly Lens about a half day away and whoever queries scan will be almost certain that it only has the kind of light armaments that you'd use to defend against local debris.]
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Yehan listens thoughtfully to the full recording in each language offered, taking a few notes down as she hears them. "The translations are...actually not bad," she admits. "If I'm remembering my history right, the low languages they've included are from some of the least assimilated planets in the heptarchate, at least in this time period." She doesn't mention the Naxorian translation, but she knows very well that her home planet is still a relatively new "acquisition" of the heptarchate in 361. "But I would have expected more foreign languages than they've included. Is the Gwa Reality around yet?" She makes a point to check on foreign entities with the grid. "Seems to me they're a lot more concerned with potential internal visitors than foreigners."

Looking at the high language version more closely, she frowns slightly. "And what do they mean by 'succor'? That's...incredibly vague. If we take their escort, we need to be careful that we get more information from them than the other way around."
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[@ YHL: "is the Gwa Reality around yet" seems like a question Virmad would probably know the answer to offhand, but I have no idea what the answer is.]
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Virmad looks up from the screen for a moment when he hears the words “Gwa Reality”. “The Gwa Reality won’t be officially established for another few hundred years,” he says. “There’s a sort of precursor polity at the moment where they speak an older from of Tlen Gwa.” He realizes at this point that he’s probably the only one on the ship who cares, but he pushes on regardless. ”In any case, while I’m not as certain of this as I should be, I don’t believe the Heptarchate and the Gwa-an share a border yet.”

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