[AUDIO) We begin on a space station, hearing the hum of the slow turning engine. The room is large and nearly empty.
ARCHIVIST: Welcome to the Archives. Our final pre-selected record for review will be from section 27: Historical Worlds. Today’s sample is from Venlor 2, the larger of Par’s habitable moons. Please note that any opinions expressed in these samples belong solely to the speaker on record and do not reflect the views of this station, the archival union, or the Collected Archives itself. If anything in this review causes listener distress or confusion please report to the nearest attendant for assistance. Potential sources for distress include mild cursing, mention of warfare and battle sounds. Please also note there will be time for questions and observations once the sample has concluded.
[AUDIO] [At the sound of an electronic swoop, the sounds of the space station fade away, replaced by the sound of a quiet landing platform. Night sounds, a distant hum from the city and slight wind can be heard faintly outside. The area echoes as TRAST works and speaks.
TRAST: Oh! Damnit!
AUDIO: A clang as metal hits stone, a few footsteps
TRAST: Spoiled. I’m used to having another set of hands around. I hope he’s settled in sir. You know your business, but he’s my son and he likes to worry. Get his hands busy and he’ll forget I’m down here for a little while. I shouldn’t need longer than that.
[AUDIO] Cloth rustling,a few soft impacts
TRAST: Sure am glad we didn’t ship all the part-stores along. Can you imagine me trying to fix this with what my partner has at home? Plumbing tape, thread, some really stale bread the birds haven’t gotten yet. It’d be like one of those survival adventure shows where they use their shoes ascooking pots and somehow come home whole. And you know this ship’d never forgive me for it. Every time we took off there’d be that cough saying “remember when you patched me up with bread? Hope you like turbulence you cheap bastard”.
[AUDIO]: A couple of metallic clangs, a spinning click, more rustling. Small fidgets and clanks continue as TRAST speaks
TRAST: Everyone’s out of the atmosphere. Stars, it’s amazing to look at. We’ve never had all the ships together like this before have we? Well, all the ships but mine. Usually what? It’s patrols of three or solo scouts. Even the big missions only take a squad or two. There must be something pretty compelling up there to get us all ordered into space.
And it’s quiet down here. It really shouldn’t be. Not like we’re the bulk of the population or anything but I guess everyone’s glued to their news feeds or watching the sky. There’s no traffic sound either, almost all the ground shuttle pilots are up there with you and I guess no one has anywhere to go. Almost peaceful.
[AUDIO] The rustling and tinkering noises ramp up here
TRAST: Hey, when whatever this is is all over and we get back down will you do me a favor sir? Don’t tell Tef I spent half the operation on my back in the dirt? He worries, just like our son, and if he hears something was wrong with my ship, I’ll hear about it every launch. He’s already talking about retirement. He has all these ideas to visit parts of this place we haven’t seen, the neighbor moons, even some of the planets nearby and it all sounds… really good, but I’m not ready. I don’t know how to explain that.
[AUDIO] Two clicks as switches are flipped
TRAST: Looking good up there sir. Thanks for leaving a spot for me on the end. Just need to get this line changed out and do a launch test.
[AUDIO] Another spinning, clicking sound, fast and ringing. More tinkering clicks as TRAST continues
TRAST: I mean, every time I try to explain the DF to him I sound like a damn recruiting video. My family’s been Defenders since the Ihven Charge, since before this moon even had people on it, and I guess some of the rhetoric soaked in. That’s what he said when Losek joined up. Well, that and a lot of things I’d rather not put on record sir. He’s a good man. He just doesn’t like us- and I quote - “flinging ourselves face first into every bit of danger in the universe on a whim”.
[AUDIO] Aftew a few clicks, a staticky boop of acknowledgement
TRAST: Aha, here’s the split one. Let’s just….
[AUDIO] A few metclic clinks
TRAST: Ugh. Got it. Now where’s that replacement?
[AUDIO] Small metal objects clank and roll as TRAST rummages through them, mutter-singing to herself.
TRAST: Right then. This is the fiddly bit so…
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AUDIO: A series of twisting ratchet sounds, clicks, gears, and a high ting end with another less staticky acknowledgement_
TRAST: There! Now just… closing up.
[AUDIO] A metal door thunks as it closes, followed by the sound of shifting fabric and a person moving. When TRAST speaks next, the echo is nearly gone
TRAST: Ok, now to test it.
AUDIO: a high electronic chirp followed by a repeating sound, a series of pulses getting gradually quieter before beginning again. This continues as TRAST speaks
TRAST: And while that’s running, I’ll pack. Hopefully there’s room left in here. Tef let the little ones stuff one of my bags with snacks.
[AUDIO] Buckles jingle as a bag is dropped on the ground. More bags thump as TRAST speaks.
TRAST: I keep telling him there’s a weight limit for scout ships and a weight limit for Scouts but he always tries to feed me extra when I’m home. Did that Collected fleet give you any idea what was coming, or how long we’d be up there? I may not be ready for retirement, but I do like coming home.
AUDIO: The click of a switch being flipped. The packing sounds resume.
TRAST: Test is looking good sir. One more cycle to go. I’m a little surprised there’s no one else on view yet with how urgent the orders were. I half figured we’d be fighting by now, or at least staring down some kind of invaders. It looks almost as quiet up there as it is down here.
[AUDIO) We begin on a space station, hearing the hum of the slow turning engine. The room is large and nearly empty.
TRAST: Sir? Are you… Stars, I know you can’t hear me but I hope you’re seeing this. How did they just… Where did they come from? Long range didn’t pick up a thing! Damnit I need more time!
[AUDIO] A low, approaching rumble
TRAST: There’re so many…
AUDIO: A quick rising electronic swoop. More approaching whooshes, coming in faster.
TRAST: Ground support, are you seeing this?... Yes I know. My ship wouldn’t launch. I’m down here doing repairs.
… LIke ants. You’ve got t- … What do you mean all of them? We put the Surface Defense up there too? … Well we need to call them back, those ships are coming Here!
I… I know you don’t. Just find someone who c- oh.
AUDIO: Low, almost soft thumps, the sound of several distant impacts. A new alarm joins the rest of the noise.
TRAST: Oh… I… I know these ships.
What?
Oh stars...
[AUDIO] Amidst the impacts and far away whooshes, and the alarms sounding, a low rumble grows, louder and louder until it’s all we can hear. It ends in static.
There’s a moment of silence before an electronic swoop again signals a change. The sound of the space station returns.
ARCHIVIST: Today’s sample was salvaged from the wreckage of a small scout ship after the Great Glitch. There is no record of the identity of the invaders. The moon’s inhabitants and its orbiting defense force were completely destroyed. Work is still being done to rebuild a settlement on both of the Venlor moons, as the centuries of work on the surface’s soil is too precious to lose. Both moons will be repopulated shortly and will add substantially to the food capacity of the Collected Worlds. Meanwhile, the search for the invading force continues.
This concludes today’s record, and the list of records pertaining to your inquiry. If you have any questions or wish to comment on today’s experience, please visit an attendant and they will happily record your response. I am afraid I cannot stay. I wish you wisdom in your decision, and luck.
Thank you for hearing us.
MUSIC[ A sparse, lonely repeating motif with a sound like crystal, a shifting bed of strings underneath.
CREDITS: The Last Echoes is written by Trace Callahan with editing by Evan Tess Murray. Direction is by Evan Tess Murray. Sound design and music are by Trace Callahan. This episode features Ishani Kanetkar, Chijioke Williams, and Trace Callahan. We are so glad you’re here to share these stories with us. You can, find us online at Lastechoespod, on Twitter, the Fediverse, and Tumblr or visit our website lastechoes.com. We’d love to hear from you.
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