Sound of Silence - Return
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xp_logsForge witnesses Attilan's return to its original location and is the first person on Attilan to communicate with someone off the island.
The ocean seemed to rise up from the horizon, and there was a distinct sensation of falling as Attilan was once more enveloped in a glimmering shell of water, reflecting blue and silver across the sky before flashing brightly, showering the entire island in a short but intense rainfall.
Slowly recovering his bearings, Forge looked up to the sky as he wiped his face. It couldn't be..., he thought. Closing his eyes, he let out a slow breath and listened. Not with his ears, but with something deeper inside him, he listened.
three turbine engines hydraulic fuse system airfoils tilting three point two degrees
Forge opened his eyes and saw the faint contrails of the DC-10 airliner passing overhead. Letting out a whoop, he practically sprang to his feet, barely noticing the other Attilani around talking excitedly. The world felt different somehow, a sort of buzz -background noise far in the distance that he hadn't heard for two and a half years. With a smile, Forge punched his fist into the sky, leaping for joy when an inspiration hit him.
"The tower!" he breathed, turning and running for the path up to Attilan's highest point. Excitement and adrenalin fueled him, one bare foot and one metal slapping the packed dirt road until he reached the massive microwave tower, ringed by a chain-link fence. Without wasting time on the lock, he laced his fingers into the fence, hauling himself up and over and running for the control booth. Months ago, he had disconnected the power to the huge communications tower when he decided to try out a glider suit by leaping from the apex. Now he was going to turn it back on.
"Fuses intact, breakers set, frequency modulators prepped three two one..." he intoned before turning a key and throwing the switch.
He could feel the array come to life, deep in his bones like the thrum of a bass speaker. Quickly, he snatched up a nearby handset, holding it to his mouth before pausing.
Two and a half years. This needed the right words.
Forge keyed the handset and spoke.
"To any... any receiving station. This is Attilan station three nine one. I repeat, this is Attilan station three nine one to any station this net. Do you copy, over?"
He released the button, listening to the soft static coming from the speaker. A moment passed, then another before the oscilloscopes and meters began jumping wildly.
"~Estação de Attilan, esta é Lisboa quatro dois seis,~ Attilan station, this is Lisbon four two six, please repeat your transmission, over."
Tears brimming his eyes, Forge raised the handset again. "Lisbon, this is Attilan. We are here. I repeat: we are here."
The ocean seemed to rise up from the horizon, and there was a distinct sensation of falling as Attilan was once more enveloped in a glimmering shell of water, reflecting blue and silver across the sky before flashing brightly, showering the entire island in a short but intense rainfall.
Slowly recovering his bearings, Forge looked up to the sky as he wiped his face. It couldn't be..., he thought. Closing his eyes, he let out a slow breath and listened. Not with his ears, but with something deeper inside him, he listened.
three turbine engines hydraulic fuse system airfoils tilting three point two degrees
Forge opened his eyes and saw the faint contrails of the DC-10 airliner passing overhead. Letting out a whoop, he practically sprang to his feet, barely noticing the other Attilani around talking excitedly. The world felt different somehow, a sort of buzz -background noise far in the distance that he hadn't heard for two and a half years. With a smile, Forge punched his fist into the sky, leaping for joy when an inspiration hit him.
"The tower!" he breathed, turning and running for the path up to Attilan's highest point. Excitement and adrenalin fueled him, one bare foot and one metal slapping the packed dirt road until he reached the massive microwave tower, ringed by a chain-link fence. Without wasting time on the lock, he laced his fingers into the fence, hauling himself up and over and running for the control booth. Months ago, he had disconnected the power to the huge communications tower when he decided to try out a glider suit by leaping from the apex. Now he was going to turn it back on.
"Fuses intact, breakers set, frequency modulators prepped three two one..." he intoned before turning a key and throwing the switch.
He could feel the array come to life, deep in his bones like the thrum of a bass speaker. Quickly, he snatched up a nearby handset, holding it to his mouth before pausing.
Two and a half years. This needed the right words.
Forge keyed the handset and spoke.
"To any... any receiving station. This is Attilan station three nine one. I repeat, this is Attilan station three nine one to any station this net. Do you copy, over?"
He released the button, listening to the soft static coming from the speaker. A moment passed, then another before the oscilloscopes and meters began jumping wildly.
"~Estação de Attilan, esta é Lisboa quatro dois seis,~ Attilan station, this is Lisbon four two six, please repeat your transmission, over."
Tears brimming his eyes, Forge raised the handset again. "Lisbon, this is Attilan. We are here. I repeat: we are here."
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