Krant of the Hedurin -:- Part 1 Hegirs Claim

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Sitting here atop this powder keg waiting for it to blow him into the next life onboard his next ship. He wondered where the blast would carry him, would his dismembered body end up as fish food. Almost certainly as he'd spent nearly 2 years avoiding the man sized fish on which he had depended for sustanance aboard the now deralict SS Gibralter.

Where was he now , well suffice to say there wasnt any land on this water world. Populated by a strangley cruel and carnivorous fish people who lived inside giant underwater holes, buried deep beneath the watery wastes he liked to call New Rome.

Atlantis was a myth. A story the captains of various schooners had told their first mates and the like an infectious disease the rumour had spread throughout the colonial systems. Some said it was as old as humanity and that there existed a homeworld for all humankind before the Hegir had stolen their memorys that far back.

Yet it was a myth that having laid its seed could shift a man from dispair to calimity in an instant he would be clinging on to life aboard a derlict space craft surrounded by a tumultious sea on an alien world such as this.

The powder keg was Krants last resort , his final solution to what the Hegir considered a sport. Man versus Fish. The Hegir watched on thoughtfully through Krants neorcortical implant. He felt an induring sense that he really wasnt in control. He doubted reality so much but he never knew how close he had come to knowing the truth about the Hegir.

Lorian had found him first nearly a decade ago and Krant and Lorian had become allies in their fight against those less welcoming to strangers. Lorian had always been an adventurer and shared this induring attribute with Krant. His nickname for his companian of the waves was 'This Human' or just 'Thisman' - he only learnt his true name shortly before theyre sepeartion. It several weeks before this date that we shall begin this tale.

Nine years ago today. The mental diary of specimen 0890001. Hegir Archives.

'I am wrecked , torn from my world and paced by the will of the Hegir here on this strange sea. My vessel is now no longer spaceworthy and functions as a make shift vessel of the sea.'

'I can recall by the will of the Hegir that this is the place they call Atlantis. I remember the storys told to us aboard the HMS Linear. Is it true , a world made only of water. And yet I look and that is all I see, water.'

'The darkness falls much faster here. I assume this worlds sun to be of greater haste than those of my home system worlds. These memorys of my childhood that I have yet to earn from the Hegir.' Krant weeps as he looks towards the heavens which must now seem as distant to him as to any that were not born to wander amidst them.

The Hegir watch from another place between worlds. 'He is trying to access his homeworlds imprinted knowledge of the stars should we allow this?'

'No Grutrol. It is not policy to allow the egg to know anything of its origins.'

'But sir he needs the comfort they bring him.'

'Oh yes if necessary then allow it.'

Krant's mind is now taken back to his homeworld of Ataris in the Phoenix nebula he sits with his mother and watches the orange glow of the nebula that surrounds their home world. A junk ship begins to make its steady ascent into the night sky as a flock of Trammadores cling to its hull. Feeding on the lurches that cling mosslike to its expansive undershall. The dark sea quivers with the gravity well it creates.

'Mother how long will it take for me to gain captaincy and have my own ship.Like....'

He points to the junk ship as it slowley disapears into the night.

'That one..'

'My darling if you end up a captain of a ship like that I shall promptly disown you.'

They both laugh. The memory fades.

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