resonant storm.

still in this crystal. still ruminating and stabilizing. temporal identity instability wreaks total havoc on my system and it takes me forever to truly work out the long lasting implications. am i immortal?

i have been reading transcripts and nova logs of the mer's interaction on the ship. i have been absolutely astonished by the complexity and accuracy of her tramsissions. who'd have thought that the unholy disaster that has seemed to befall this ship could be so rooted in an incomprehensibly intricate and complex set of navigational codes? i guess maybe i thought she was just blinking at random. i guess maybe i thought she had no fucking clue what she was doing. serious underestimation. enough that it requires a drastic re-evaluation of the extent to which she is allowed to determine the trajectories.

i will always succumb to the reality that i am not the master navigator. i dont know how to cast charts like ikon and my understanding of the elvin languages is poor. i'm really more the diplomat. give me a universal translator and i can relate to almost any being or species. i can talk our way out of the most nastiest of corners. i cannot, however, achieve lasting peace with the mer. seems that our ideas of what the main objective of our mission is, is in serious question. for her, it appears as tho sparkly shards and potions of million varieties far outweigh any other objectives. causing trouble and stealing. total pirate. she has had shock therapy before so she can be forgiven. look at mc2 tho. they are full pirates and have had experiences that are barely comprehensible. but they are so much more reasonable. as far as i am concerned, they can tag along for as long as they want.

i just want to find my mom, and the secret to the portal technology i'd love for it to just go back to me and ikon and our occasional elvish visitors, guardian and an endless array of potential nymphas. haha. just kidding. but seriously, this eschatological, appocalyptical, nth dimensional demon warfare and search for the undying lands. i'm not really and indianna jones as much as i am the han solo. definitely a harrison ford charcater in my own way. what i do best, is communicate.

this brings it back to the mer. i have a secret plan. i am formulating, a way to communicate with her that will allow me to create the stable bridge. it requires aquius and ikon and nim. i dont know if i can get all of them alone in a room together without the mer screaminmg "mutiny, mutiny i say!" and dousing us all with scramble or something.

but let this be known. the mer is loved and deeply respected. i may tangle a bit for the upper hand when it comes to nova, but i will certainly respect the deep elvish power that underlies the confounding actions of our resident maelstrom. she is the mer. she is a phenomenon unmatched in the galaxy, and if this plan works, she will lead us right to the center of the mystery that even the mos high level elves are drooling to unravel.

mer be praised. we are going to be the next level.