Using the Lunar Whale the party flies to the True Moon and enters its depths to stop its descent. He sends the Maenads to the planet to seize the Crystals, which contain data on the human race's evolution, and then begins to descend the moon to collide with the planet. Having decided that the inhabitants of Earth have not evolved enough, the Creator decides to destroy them rather than let "inferior species" overrun the universe. When the Creator returns to collect the Crystals, the Creator's servants, the Maenads, discover that eight of the Crystals left on the Red Moon were taken to Earth, and so the Creator's attentions turn to the blue planet.
The planet would eventually be destroyed and the Lunarians fled to Earth, creating a second moon to live on. The True Moon is a remnant of that fleet, and its innermost depths reflect its mechanical true nature.Īt some point the True Moon visited the fifth planet in the solar system and left Crystals on it. When the Creator's planet was abandoned his race lived aboard their fleet and perished before they could find a new home. I hope it was enjoyable.The True Moon is actually a giant spacecraft, used by the Creator to travel across the universe as he uses Crystals to conduct experiments on the evolution of life. ((It’s been a while since I’e written a journal for Haruka, and since I’ve been ill and unable to write anything because of the fog in my brain, I used this time to sit and think about her character. Especially not with my disappearance on the horizon. Neglect is not something I wish on anyone, and especially not those two. Such things will have to be rectified, I believe. I fear I have been forced away from my responsibilities to both Suna and Ai. We talked that night, walked down to the beach and ate and looked at the stars. She took me around, showing me what she had done thus far, which, on her own, was quite the achievement. When I saw it recently, I had been absent for some time, only seeing her on occasion when, by chance, I found her name in a log book. She seemed to not with to bother me with matters such as this, so focused as I have been on finding any other method of finding my family. She was doing so at night, when I was out investigating. That is another matter than has been on my mind: Suna is building a house. She is after all, building a house in Shirogane, and I am unsure if she would wish to endanger a life there without true meaning. I am unsure if Suna will wish to enter with me combat is her specialty, and I am unsure if infiltration, the long term gambit, is truly something she would wish to participate in. This way, I shall only have to face foes on one front, only need to fool one group rather than two.
I have already made plans with Ai for a way to divert the Sekiseigumi, should matters come to a head inside. I have a plan, but it will require preparation and every skill my father pressed me to learn that I was perhaps too stubborn to understand why. This will be a task easily as difficult as that of entering the Castrum with Suna for that small tidbit of information. I have determined that, to discover where my father’s family – my family – is located in Doma and where my father’s killers are, I will have to do something I was hoping to avoid: I must infiltrate the Garlean Embassy in Kugane, discover where such information would be kept, and retrieve it. It is not helpful in this case, I do not think, so on to business.
It is not only here, but with Suna and Ai, as well. I am not sure what has made me so introspective of late.
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And yet, he rarely had a kind word for me, rarely said I did well without instruction for how to further my technique. Even then, after Katsuyori bonded to her, took her name, and settled in Gridania, she harbored doubts about his original intent for attempting what she called “foolishness” with reddened cheeks. My mother would occasionally tell stories of him when he would leave me with her of how he attempted to woo her. Rare was his tone not deathly serious or filled with dire instruction when he spoke with me. My father would have been disappointed in me “written thoughts allow one to think,” he would say in that chastising tone he always had. It has been some time since I have written aught but notes in this little journal of mine.
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