Speaker 1: Hello there, inner galactic explorers, lovers of lore and fans
Speaker 1: of tensions so thick you could slice it with a
Speaker 1: laser blade. Welcome to the Insentment ser Rise of the Trympikens.
Speaker 1: This episode is packed with revelations, action, and dare I
Speaker 1: say a little bit of will they won't they? Energy
Speaker 1: from our favorite galactic duo. Let me paint you a picture.
Speaker 1: We've got ancient secrets so juicy they'd make the stars blush,
Speaker 1: a battle in the Grand Hall that could be its
Speaker 1: own light show at Coachella, and a cult of radioactive
Speaker 1: Zelots who are way too into their golden idol. Oh,
Speaker 1: and don't forget Rylex are brave historian and Selmont, the
Speaker 1: space druid with serious leadership vibes, are trapped in a
Speaker 1: decaying bust, surrounded by these creepy Trimpikens. But it's not
Speaker 1: all doom and gloom, because every time these two share
Speaker 1: a glance or a whispered word, the cosmos itself seems
Speaker 1: to hold its breath. Is it friendship? Is it something more?
Speaker 1: The only way to find out is to keep watching,
Speaker 1: So strap in star gazers, because this episode is going
Speaker 1: to blow your galactic sucks off.
Speaker 2: Deep within the shadowy recesses of the cloister, a sanctuary
Speaker 2: steeped in history and birded by the past. Rity stands
Speaker 2: alone before the pulsing core of the Addocks. The weathered
Speaker 2: walls bear the carvings of ancient symbols etched by hands
Speaker 2: long ago, their meanings whispered only in the wind. The
Speaker 2: air is thick with the scent of stone and faint
Speaker 2: metallic tang of the Yaddox's power. Cloister thirteen, once a
Speaker 2: place of reverence and connection to the space Druids, now
Speaker 2: feels like a hollow echo of what it once was.
Speaker 2: Marity approaches the central crystalline interface of the Addocks. Her
Speaker 2: hands tremble slightly as she reaches out, the Covenant band
Speaker 2: on her wrist, faintly glowing.
Speaker 3: The Addox shire I'm here. I don't know what I'm
Speaker 3: supposed to ask. I don't know what I'm supposed.
Speaker 4: To do, Marity, daughter of Verona. The time has come
Speaker 4: for you to learn the truth.
Speaker 5: Verona? What's Verona? What truth? You always speak in riddles?
Speaker 4: Not this time. You are on the precipice of destiny.
Speaker 4: Two will come, and with them the Turning of ages.
Speaker 4: But first you must understand the legacy you carry, the
Speaker 4: scars from which you were born, scars.
Speaker 5: I don't understand. I don't know what you mean.
Speaker 4: Then listen, I will tell you the story of Verona
Speaker 4: Outpost and the bloodline from which you descend.
Speaker 2: The hum of the Attock's deepens, a faint glow illuminating
Speaker 2: the chamber. A Shire's voice grows steadier, carrying the weight
Speaker 2: of centuries.
Speaker 4: Verona Outpost was founded by Shire, a space drude who
Speaker 4: defied the great ceiling. She rejected the isolation that others
Speaker 4: deemed necessary and carved a sanctuary from the chaos beyond.
Speaker 4: Verona Outpost was a vision of unity and innovation, its
Speaker 4: towering white walls a testament to resilience. Yet it was
Speaker 4: not without its challenges. Within those walls, the Mantcusing capulates
Speaker 4: two great families struggled against the rigid rules of the authority,
Speaker 4: and their rivalry simmered just beneath the surface. Still, Verona thrived,
Speaker 4: a beacon of strength and hope for those who dared
Speaker 4: to dream of something more.
Speaker 3: Montague's cabulets, I've never heard those names before.
Speaker 4: They are part of the history that shaped you, But
Speaker 4: there is one name you must know above all others. Rosalind,
Speaker 4: your ancestor. She was among the finest of the womb
Speaker 4: of the Covenant, a woman whose wisdom guided Verona through
Speaker 4: its most turbulent times. Yet her story is one of
Speaker 4: both triumph and tragedy. Mercutio, a man consumed by ambition
Speaker 4: betrayed what was sacred, and from that union came you,
Speaker 4: a living symbol of both pain and perseverance.
Speaker 3: I I am descended from someone like that, from someone
Speaker 3: who who suffered so much.
Speaker 4: You are than their pain. You are their hope. Rosalind's
Speaker 4: strength courses through you, and the spirit of Rona lives
Speaker 4: on in your veins. But the time for learning is over,
Speaker 4: the time for doing is near.
Speaker 5: What do you mean what's coming?
Speaker 4: Two will come, Mary Tea. They will bring the dawn
Speaker 4: of a new age, But only if you are ready.
Speaker 4: The legacy of Verona is now your burden to bear.
Speaker 2: The light from the Yaddocks dims slightly, the hum fading
Speaker 2: to a whisper marriage. He steps back, her breath unsteady,
Speaker 2: her mind reeling from the revelation.
Speaker 5: I don't know if I can do this.
Speaker 4: You must, but you will not face it alone.
Speaker 2: The truth has been unveiled and the stage is set.
Speaker 2: Marity has learned of her lineage, her scars, and the
Speaker 2: weight of her destiny. But now it is time to
Speaker 2: delve deeper into the struggles that shaped the world.