Tuatha Intelligence "Badb" Fomorian Rifle

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Good Morning, Sir. I trust you are well and I hope that I have not disturbed you too greatly contacting you so early. I think you will find interesting what I have to say.

You can imagine my mood was less than sunny when I was awoken in the cold pre-dawn by a call from our CIRODA Center. As I walked across the pavement to the building's doors, I confess that I harbored some murderous thoughts to our boys crunching intel and data in CIRODA. But they've really come through, sir. I know that their Tuatha project has mostly been to satiate the war hawks in politics who really think we should have let General Thomes off the leash during Operation Gypsy, as a way of saying we're keeping an eye on these strange aliens. We all would like to know where their bases are and why they are skulking about our cities and infrastructure, but they clearly aren't interested in a fight.

Well, we've found something interesting, and I am not sure we really understand the full implications of it. I appears that after Gypsy was closed down and we stuck CIRODA on watch, some sort of signal started. We don't know where it is coming from, and we aren't sure who all it is being directed to. We might not have picked it up at all if Operation Gypsy had not flushed out some of the frequencies the Tuatha use. We still haven't cracked their encryptions but we've gotten better at detecting their comm chatter. And this is some large-scale multi-system wide communications we've just picked up.

The strangest part? Something on earth seems to have answered. Nothing alive mind you, we think it’s just an automated handshake protocol, but we've managed to track it down. It’s from an old, derelict building in what used to be the Soviet Baikonur Cosmodrome. If this is what we think it is, then these Tuatha had contact with humanity... well, before anyone else. Before us, before Centauri, before we even had encountered Aelves. The Tuatha have at least been in contact with Earth for a long, long time. What else do we not know?

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"Moving on to latest in business: Mars Corp, one of the biggest names in both Defense Department contracts and in the colonist outfitting industry, has announced a new diversity focused hiring initiative. According to a company press release, the growing immigration of non-human species or newly emerging human mutation offshoot species resulting from colonial expanse has presented an untapped pool of labor and expertise that Mars Corp is hoping to capitalize on as they look to expand their warehouse districts on Luna to accommodate their recent expansion into Centauri markets. Particularly, they are hoping to target the influx of Aelvish refugees coming out of the Perseus Arm. The HFECC classifies Mars Corp as an equal opportunity species employer. Now back to your planetary channel for the weather."

 

It may seem strange, to reach out to those you were fighting not so long ago. To the Fomorians, and to the younger Tuatha, it may be hard to understand. But for most Tuatha, our memories are as long as our lives. A moment does not eclipse a mind that has seen centuries. Though we have been in conflict with the Fomorians for so long, all Tuatha must learn that we do not fear or hate the Fomorians. These emotions control, they eclipse the mind with their strong feelings. Our long lives do not give us the luxury of giving into these primal emotions. The Tuatha must keep their eyes open, their minds clear, to see the path forward. This is how we have stayed alive, how we have stayed hidden, and this is how we have stayed ahead of the Fomorians. When we give in to fear, we lose our advantage. When we give in to hate, we are no longer one step ahead.

The elder Tuatha remember another time when we have sought the help of the Fomorians. There was a time when an unknown threat nearly stole Terra from us all. We saw it, because our hidden nature necessitated the advance of our observational technology beyond the Fomorians. We saw when the terror of the stars found its way to Terra's moon. We had not realized there was anything for us in the stars yet, and so we had no way to walk among the stars. The Fomorians, however, were locked in an intense stalemate among themselves. Two of their greatest nations intensely postured for dominance, like two rams lining up on a mountain. Each trying to be as threatening as they could without starting a fight. As an extension of this posturing, they competed to walk among the stars, for no reason other than to say they could. In secret we contacted one of these posturing Fomorian rams, and arranged transport to Terra's moon. Together, alongside the Fomorians, we extinguished the invading terror.

Then, we did what we have always done best. We made the evidence vanish. Evidence of the terror, evidence of ourselves, and evidence of the Fomorian craft. Unfortunately, this meant that the Fomorian nation who helped us lost its competition. There was no evidence that they walked the stars first, and the other nation took the victory.

This too, the older Tuatha know. That we have always done what we must to hide and protect our people. But only a fool would say that all we did was wise, all we did was right, and that all we did was necessary. We will never know where the Fomorians might be if we did not meddle so. But now the Fomorians know we are here, the time of Tuatha living in the shadows is over, and maybe one day a lasting alliance will rise with the Fomorians.

For now, though, it is simply enough to ask for their aid again. To ask for their aid as we seek to contact these... "Aelves" who live among them. Beings who look like us, but do not know us or remember us. They do not speak the elder tongue. They have no deep memories. To know who they are and where they come from, we need the Fomorian's aid. Even now, they come to Terra's moon where once so long ago we fought alongside Fomorians. We hope to meet them there and learn who these "Aelves" are.

 

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