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 Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 9:13 pm
Entry One - The Way The World is Now
I want to start this off by saying that this is not normally the kind of thing I would do. However, I can't help but feel that someday, someone will find
this journal, and will need it.
As you are no doubt aware, there was an apocalypse on the planet of Alternia, and only a few trolls survived on an asteroid that inexplicably found itself orbiting a planet in another galaxy, perhaps even another dimension altogether. The strangest part of it was not that, however. The strangest part was that there was another asteroid that appeared simultaneously orbiting the opposite side of the planet that the Alternians orbited.
The people native to this planet were strange ones, but they were only strange in demeanor and appearance, whereas the race on the other asteroid was strange in their serendipitous similarity to the trolls of Alternia, except that they were much more peaceful. Physiologically, they were the same.
I only say this, because I have no idea who may read this, or what may transpire after I write this.
There is currently a tenuous peace while all three races weight their options, and decide just how much of a threat the other races are. I do not believe it will last if someone does not take action.
The apparent leader of the Beforan trolls, as their planet was known as Beforus, is a Fuschia blood, as is appropriate according to the Hemospectrum, but he wants nothing to do with either race, and refuses to even speak with the leaders of the other races. It is generally considered amongst us Alternians that, in order for trolls to survive, we must make peace for the first time in... longer than living memory. There is no record of a time where there was peace on Alternia, but it is something most of us are willing to try if it means our race's survival.
There are just enough of us to survive long enough for the new Mother Grub to lay the eggs of several new generations, but war now would mean the mutual destruction of all three races involved. The humans outnumber us to an incredible degree, but our weapons technology is much more advanced, and the Beforans would be over in a day if there were war.
One voice of reason is, amazingly, an Alternian Indigo blood. Against everything that I have read about his blood color, his voice is the strongest one for peace. He claims the same as I have, though his voice seems to reach more people.
This is all I have time to write for this entry. I expect that there will be much work to be done for a lasting peace. Peace. How strange that it is such an alien concept to us Alternians, and yet the humans, whose past has more wars more deadly to their own kind than any of our own, are always clambering for peace, and these Beforans have never even known anything but peace. It might be a nice change.
-The Olive Watcher
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 7:00 pm
Entry Two - The Messenger
I met a very strange person today. She claimed to be from years in the future. Normally, I would have disregarded such a statement, but... she said it with such certainty, and her aura did not waver in the slightest.
Her story was quite troubling, especially if it is true, which I believe it is. She claims that about a hundred and eighty years from now, our descendants, along with those of several other important figures, would be the only ones who could save all three races from the coming apocalypse. I asked her why those of us whose descendants would be there couldn't help, and she claimed that it was I who told her that, over a hundred and fifty years away from my perspective, but a few days ago from hers.
I feel I must at this time explain why I believe her, despite her outrageous claims. I have an ability called Vision Fivefold. It allows me to see someone's emotional state. This allows me to see the subtle changes created in one's emotional state when they lie. With her, I never once say her lie. I got only the sense of urgency with which her words came.
She said that I had approached her several days ago with a plan, that she had to come back in time to tell me. A plan that would ensure that our descendants had a world to grow up in, and potentially save. She didn't know if they would succeed, as she had been forced to return to this time before she could find out.
The plan she claimed I had given to her was insane. It involved the death of certain public officials who were against the Peace treaties that were being written.
She said that the plan will work, or had worked from her perspective.
She said there was a man on Beforus who I needed to contact before she could tell me anymore, though. He was a troll of Cerulean blood. A highblood who opposed his leader's views about the Alternians. I had heard of him before. He was a long winded troll. He seemed to love to hear himself speak, and his voice alone was often enough to silence anyone else in the room.
I will need to speak with this troll and recruit him before the Messenger will tell me anything else.
-The Olive Watcher
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 12:26 am
Entry Three - The Mission
I have been unable to write an entry in this journal in several days. the last few days have gone by in a blur. I can barely believe everything that has happened.
In my last entry, I mentioned that I was going to go speak with the cerulean blooded Beforan. He already had a plan he needed help with to ensure peace between the races, but his plan was tantamount to treason for him.
He had a contact. One who specialized in... well, assassinations.
The spokesman had me track down his contact, as he had been unable to get a hold of him for this job. I have to say, his ability to play with people's minds was quite good. He was very hard to track down. His plans were very good.
It took me roughly twelve hours to track him down. I was mildly surprised when I met him. He was Beforan, and that seemed an odd profession for a Beforan to have, but that wasn't the strangest thing about him. He was a Jade Blood! I'd never seen a male Jade Blood in my life, let alone one who had not taken up his duties to the Mothergrub, like the rest of his caste.
He explained to me that his job was to protect the Mothergrub by ridding the world of threats to her, since there was only one for all the Beforan trolls, and there was no egg when it died. This was not something I had been aware of, and I feared that my own race might be in the same predicament.
In any case, the Jade Blood agreed to meet with the Spokesman, and discuss the job I had described in more detail. I led him to the rendezvous destination.
The plan was fairly strait forward. The Jade Blood would make the Fuschia blood 'disappear', and I would use my contacts to ensure that it was covered up, and blamed on natural causes.
The plan went off without a hitch, and no one really even seemed to care that he was gone. In fact, it is likely that the Humans made more of a deal about it than the Beforans did.
I was amazed that it went so well. This could be the start of a long peace. I hope that this is the case, but I will likely spend my entire life keeping this peace alive.
The Messenger approached me again after all was said and done. She told me that my work wasn't done yet, but that I would have several years before I had to enact the next stage of the plan. There were pieces not on the playing field yet. She would contact me again when the time was right.
And with that, she was gone. I doubt I will hear from her again before it is time.
-The Olive Watcher
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 11:31 am
Entry Forty Five - The Project
It has been a human decade since I last heard from the Messenger, and she does not aged a day.
As I have said in some of my previous entries, the Alternians and Beforans have adjusted to the human terms for time measurement. It took many of us a while to adjust to, but it's hard to measure sweeps when the planet takes less than half that long to orbit it's sun.
The Messenger came to me again today, and she told me to come with her. Of course, I did.
She took me to a research lab on Earth. The lab was being guarded by the Jade Assassin from ten years ago, who I haven't seen since. He allowed us to pass with no protest. I don't think I could win in a fight against him if I needed to, so this was beneficial, but it made me wonder what could have been inside for him to be guarding it.
The Messenger took me down several floors in an elevator. We were now deep underground. She told me that what was happening here was important, both for the continuance of the peace treaty, and for the survival of all trolls.
What I saw down there was an array of gigantic glass tubes filled with a viscous, clear liquid and... things. I couldn't accurately describe what they were at the time, but it would not be long before I found out.
The Messenger introduced me to a Beforan scientist. She was of yellow blood, and about five years younger than myself. She looked tired, and exciting at the same time.
She introduced herself as the head of research at this facility. She was very sociable. She explained her project, they were attempting to clone the Mothergrub! This came as quite a shock to me, at first, but then I remembered something the assassin had told me.
The scientist proceeded to explain that the Alternians were, in fact, facing the same dilemma as the Beforans, and this project was equally funded by both parties, and was housed on Earth to prevent religious nutcases from messing with their work.
It was at this point that the messenger told me the next stage of the plan.
There was a certain Troll who was causing trouble for the scientists, and needed to be reasoned with. This was a slightly perturbing thought, as the troll in question was a Subjugglator, and they don't tend to listen to reason.
I am on my way to address the issue, because the Messenger assures me that this plan works. I really must stop trusting this woman if this doesn't work.
-The Olive Watcher
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 8:16 pm
Entry Forty Six - The Last Subjugglator
I mentioned this in my previous entry, but Subjugglators aren't know for listening to reason. That being said, this one seemed fairly receptive.
She seemed more stable then the records said about those of her station. Maybe it is because of the great change in political climate between the old days and now, or maybe she just had more sanity in her blood than most of her station.
She had been witness to most of the decline of the glory of Alternian culture, as she saw it, and seemed to have given up much of what the Subjugglators once held true according to their religion. She had been using her position to guarantee herself a nice cushion on which to sit when the Alternian way of government crashed down around her, never once breaking any law of any government that could potentially have sway over her in the future.
It was not nearly so hard to convince her to give up her antagonism of the Mothergrub cloning project. I only had to promise her that I would do everything in my power to ensure that the project was a success, she did not want to be on the loosing team, it seemed.
After I left her hive, I wandered around the area contemplating my current role in life. It seemed my purpose had shifted from ten years ago. My musings were cut short by the arrival of a young troll, a Cerulean blood child, not even of naming age yet, who dashed between the alleys in the bad neighborhood I had wondered into. I thought it strange that a Cerulean blood of any age would be in such a neighborhood, so I felt I had to investigate.
I followed the child's track, she had not been good at covering them, and traced her back to where she had been hiding. I was slightly stunned at what I saw.
The child was living out of a cardboard box. I couldn't help but take pity on the child. I asked her where her Lusus was, and she said her Lusus had died years ago. I asked her to come with me. I have no idea why I did this.
She's asleep now. I've... decided to take her in. I've often wondered what the human parenthood was like. I guess I will find out now. It has been a long a trying day, and I will likely be busy tomorrow. I do not know when I will have time to write another entry.
-The Olive Watcher
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 11:03 am
Entry Forty Seven - The Child
It has been several weeks since my last entry. I would have made one sooner, but things have been a little crazy lately.
The child I took in is a curious one. She seems to find everything about my hive fascinating, most especially my lusus. She has given my lusus no end of grief since I brought her to my hive. To be honest, I'm surprised my lusus hasn't retaliated yet. She is normally much more territorial.
Taking care of the child has been quite the undertaking, as well. She has, apparently, never had any sort of formal education. I have been trying to organize things to home school her, at least for the essential things she would need, but it is difficult keeping her in one place long enough to teach her very much. She seems to have a very short attention span. And I have had her take a couple of simple intelligence tests, and she is very bright. She'd have to be to survive for a few years on Alternia with no one to look out for her.
And on top of taking care of the child, there has been some legal issues to deal with. It is not a normal custom on Alternia to adopt a child. Such a thing has only been heard of once, and even then most people believe that it was just a rumor, and nothing more. Too much of our history has been lost to us. In any case, I have been needing to jump through a ridiculous number of hoops to make this legal, and the contacts I have made in the political system can only help so much.
The Messenger said she would not contact me again for several years. I have no doubt that a time will come when I hear from her again, but for now, I have other things to worry about. Like making sure my lusus doesn't eat the child. That would be a bad thing. I get the feeling this child is going to amount to something, someday. She has unlimited potential.
-The Olive Watcher
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 10:09 pm
Entry Sixty - The Plan is Coming Together
It has been another decade since I last saw the Messenger, and she returned to me with another message. She still has not aged a day. This woman now defies all logic, other than that she really can travel through time. And she has yet to steer me wrong, so it must be true.
The Mothergrub cloning project has finally born some fruit. A fertile Matriorb has been created. It will take at least a year for them to create another, but this is great new to trolls everywhere.
The first orb will be given to a Beforan to care for until it hatches, since their Mothergrub has recently fallen ill.
I was not surprised when the Jade Assassin was chosen. His ability to protect the Matriorb is unquestioned, and no one would dare question this judgement since it came from the highest ranking officials on both asteroids.
The child I took in has grown to be a confident, strong young woman. I was right in thinking she had great potential. Once I devised a way to keep her mind occupied during our tutoring sessions, she took to it quite well. Her knowledge of the physical sciences now rivals, and likely even surpasses that of the highest paid scientists in the world.
Last I spoke to her, she was working on some kind of instant transmission device, that would transport matter from one location to another. I will have to ask her again sometime how that is going.
The next stage of the plan the Messenger has told me involves mostly planning for when a few people are born in a few years. There are pieces not yet on the board, apparently. I am not sure which game it is we are playing, but it seems to be a drawn out one.
The Messenger did tell me that the teleportation technology would be important, but she didn't say why, and I can't help but wonder.
-The Olive Watcher
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 12:35 pm
Entry Ninety Five - Jobs for Everyone
After two decades, the Messenger has finally returned. She continues to not age in the time when she is not around.
She told me that this would be the last time I would see her for nearly a hundred years.
I was somewhat saddened by this news, but that was not the only reason she came to me, as it never is.
Another one of the pieces in the game we were a part of has appeared. The young human heiress to a popular computer company just came of age, and it is time for her to play her part in all of this.
There were a lot of people, human, Alternian, and Beforan, who were out of work in this age. It came down to my ward and myself to enact the next stage of the plan.
We proposed a joint venture to the young heiress. A plan that involved using her company, the funds of my connections, and the technology my ward had been working on to create an intricate meteorite defense gird, to ward off potential meteor storms.
We explained that, if it worked, which it would, it would improve her company's standing with both groups of trolls, as that is how both of their home planets met their end, and it woul also provide quite a large number of the unemployed currently floating around the world with gainful employment, and it would give Pineapple Corp access to a vast satellite grid that could be used as means of improving the existing network infrastructure on which the company relied, potentially spanning the gap between races, and making her company the most powerful computer company in the world.
Needless to say, she saw no down side to the proposal, and plans were set into motion to make sure that it all happened as it was planned.
-The Olive Watcher
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 5:27 pm
Entry One Hundred Ninety Four - The Last Pieces in Play
The Messenger has returned. It has been a hundred and seventy years since this all started. The Messenger says that there are now only ten years left before everything happens. Before all of our plans, plots, and intrigue come to fruition. To be honest, I am filled with anticipation.
The last members of our group are still young. Barely having come of age by now, and in addition to that, the group that we are trying to ensure are successful have all been born.
The Messenger has decided that she will stick around from now on. There is much to do in the next ten years, and we may need her help.
I approached one of the last two members of our group. A young human female. She was cautious around me at first, but she seemed eager to talk to me after a while. She told me about her life. She lived in one of the colder climates on Earth. It always amazed me how willing humans were to subject themselves to such extremes.
She seemed very knowledgeable about the treaties between the Humans, Alternians, and Beforans. More so than I would have suspected from someone her age. She also was aware of the weaknesses inherit in the documents.
We discussed many things, but it is not her job to do anything yet. Her job is different. She will not aid us against the coming meteor storm, which the Messenger claims to have seen herself before returning back in time. Her job is to accompany the group who will be... saving the world? I really don't know. It's one elusive bit of information none of us have been able to turn up. I'm sure I will find out in time, I always do.
After my discussion with her, the Messenger came and found me again. She said that there was something we had to do now. We had to make sure the gifts we all had got to their recipients. The Messenger has been working on a locking mechanism that wil ensure the boxes all open at about the same time. Most of us have prepared what we will be giving them already, but there were two I had to get now. One for the young Fuschia blood, and one from the last of us who I have not yet met.
-The Olive Watcher
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 11:30 am
Entry One Hundred Ninety Five -
For whatever reason, the hive of the last Fuchsia blood has remained untouched all these long years. It was mostly empty, anyway. The troll had had a terrible gambling problem, and had sold most of his possessions to pay off his debts. Not even being a Fuchsia blood saved you from gambling debts, apparently.
The was only one thing in his hive worth anything, really. Only one thing that he had not sold. It was this that I took to give to his descendant. I will... have to write a note to his descendant, now that I think about it. I don't really look forward to that.
After I had stashed the item back at my hive, I set out to speak with the last person to help us support the group that would be doing... whatever important thing they would be doing. I have been doing a lot of research on the matter, and I can't turn up anything. It is quite vexing. I have never had this much trouble finding something out. It's like no one anywhere knows what is going to happen.
The last of the players in this game is a young human male, about the same age as the girl I spoke to the other day.
He was aware of my presence before I even knocked on the door. It was... mildly unnerving. My movements have generally gone unnoticed in the past until I wished to be seen. His awareness was more keen than the average human or troll's. We spoke at length, about everything that had been done, and still needed to be done. He listened intently as I spoke, and didn't say a word until I was done. He told me that he knew what he had to do, and that he would carry out his part without complaint. When I asked him why he accepted my story so easily, he said that it 'just felt right'.
After I left his home, I heaved a great sigh. This was it. This was the end of my job. I've spent more than half of my lifetime hiding in the shadows, coordinating a group of complete strangers with nothing in common to support a group of children complete a task that none of us can even describe. I have no idea why we have been called to do this, but I am glad to finally be done. I can spend the next decade simply doing what I do best. Watching, and waiting. Watching these children grow up to become the people they need to be, and waiting for the day when all of our plans come to fruition. I am tired. So tired. So tired of the lies, and the secrets, and hiding from the world what is going to happen, while we secretly plot to stop an apocalypse that we have no real guarantee will come.
-The Olive Watcher
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 12:01 am
Entry Two Hundred - The Final Day
This is it. This is the last entry I will ever write in this journal. Today is the day. The children, many of whom are now young adults, have begun their journey. I sit, now, outside the hive of my own descendant. You. I know now who I was always meant to give this journal to when I was done writing it. I will be giving it to you.
The meteors came as no shock to us. We had been expecting this. We delayed the activation of the grid just long enough for all of you to vanish from this world. I have come with you, of course. I will not be here to guide you. I simply want to see this world you have come to. I have lived too long in peace, and my Alternian blood craves conflict.
It was always the plan, though I never knew that until today. Everything happened the way it needed to happen. Perhaps, our world will be saved by our actions, I do not know. All I know is that there is truly nothing left for me there. All of my plans are done, and I will outlive many of my friends who helped me throughout the years, and those you will outlive me I don't much care for, anyway.
So, now, I leave you to explore this bleak world we have come to. I leave you with just two things. This journal, and an old trinket. I do not know it's true name, but I have always called it the Star of Truth. It is an amulet that allows me to see the truth of things. It has kept me from making many bad decisions throughout my life, and now I hope it will have the same use to you.
Take care, and be successful. You have grown to be a fine Troll, and I am proud of you. Perhaps we will meet in person soon, I cannot say. The future is not mine to know, and I am finally free of the knowledge of what has yet to come. My decisions can finally feel like my own again.
-Amelia Tarapt, the Olive Watcher, your Ancestor
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