2.07 - Corals of Badacamsana

[Transcript]Badacamsana is not a friendly place if you don’t know what you’re about. A Sckelian’s been talking us up to transport a Kedash Monolith for a friend of his there. Hamark is back on Plaxis so it was just Zery and I on the scout to see if the delivery was even possible.Badacamasana lies between three white dwarfs. Celestorian out of Falomorgon hitched along for the ride out. The Badacamsanese tell a legend of an angel breaking through the oneiric plane, their dark world at the end of tendrils of light and data placed at the precise center of the three stars. Balanced impossibly in the midst of the three celestial bodies. Seems there’s debate about this in celestial circles. Falomorgian’s come out to settle a bet from the sound of things with a Vikoorite colleague of theirs. Vikoorite says the angel in the story is a Seraphim at its peak back between the 1st and 2nd coming. That would make Badacamsana real old. The Falomorgian thinks that’s unlikely. Cognitive decay scales with size and temporal dissonance and xeno-ontologists don’t see that in the Badacamsanese. What are they like? Zery asks, cuttin’ into the Falomorgian’s tellin’. He lets out a humorous thrum from their mucus membranes. We’ll see for ourselves.I almost don’t believe it on the scopes. Badacamsana is massive. Any bigger and it’d collapse into a star. Nitro and hydrogen rich. Almost nothing but. Ain’t any far orbit stations. Falomorgian puts a mandible on the controls, and angles straight down.Pressure gets thick. I have to stack pharaoh charms on the diaphragm to keep us from getting crushed. I almost don’t have enough. Clouds around us get colder, denser. Soon we’re moving through supercritical chlorine with odd shapes floating in the supercritical expanse.Then lights in the X-ray spectrum. Brilliant sellels and washed out letops, colors outside the 380-750 range. Caustics float over corals made from hyper compressed polymerized nitrogen. Sculpture architecture hewn from metallic hydrogen-neon lattices. I-I ain’t ever seen anything like it. Badacamsanese come out to meet use, tubular, liquid beings made from synth-organic compounds normalized at this pressure. Ultra-violet pulses like constellations ring out from a group. I looked at our Falomorgian. They ain’t got a mouth but I hear a smile in their voice. What’s going on? I ask. They’re saying hello, he says.