Traveller Supplement 1: The Ephemeral Glades
I’m scanning Mithril’s Glade Cosmos a dull crusade I’m a Bright Face drone I wondered endlessly Cosmonic vagrancy On a two-faced clone Cascading amongst the stars Relating through avatars Invading deserted moores Transmitting across the planes Enduring the frozen rain Cascading amongst the stars Professor's Guinea Pig Abandoned mining rig He’s the last in line Knife of the Frontier Wars Free Traders’ merchant whores It’s his finest crime Cascading amongst the stars And hiding behind the scars Acquired in frontier wars Straight out of the Neutral Zone Abandoned the merchant clone Cascading amongst the stars Past the mining zone Mission straight to Rhylan Seized your weapons on the ground Vice of Median Breaks the range of silence Crossed this space but never found
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
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You’re the surviving son On Mithril’s dead-end world Hiding with the chasers underground Snow-clad amphibians all feasting on the swirls Freezing on the surface of the sound Riding on the surface of the glade With the hostile purpose to invade It’s my only sanctuary way down here A sad alternative to fear Wearing out the surface of this world The Professor's purpose is inferred Scanning the galaxy for Vargr life Genetic nightmare only comes to life
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
I’ve wasted all this time down here Beneath this vagrant atmosphere And when the frozen soils recede Upon the floral shoots I feed When I first fled the Sword World’s maze Escaped the Federation’s gaze A race of hybrids still intact All for a mining rig’s contract The pool’s the key to my escape As plants spring up and creatures mate Temperatures freeze, and seal me in Conceding to Professor’s whim
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
From the Spinward Marches I can see their eyes Through their shining Reflec Fails to disguise To the Mines of Nippan To unfinished Moors Pools of liquid metal Rize from the shores In the Mithril Starport Running out of range When abandoned cargo Fails to exchange No Psionic menace Penetrates its shores No Zhodani squadron Rangles the Spores I traipsed across the Iceberg’s cage Magnetic fluctuations rage From the lower levels Of the Scout Ship's lock Lies the human treasure Cast in a rock For a wise professor Standing at the gates As his splintered mind’s eye Tangles with fate I sought the squadrons metal gates I fought the hands of mental fate
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
Pirate ships with one-way sirens Crossed the frozen shine Victims of Psionic violence Surface from the mines Monitors on Zeycude’s surface Through Zhodani shields Dis-inclined and void of purpose Burnt ephemeral fields Survey points on Vargr circuits Drifting through the sound Wisdom shines on through the surface Leading underground
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
You thought your mission failed you But now you reign anew Another kingdom in decline A survey of your mind’s eye A strawman fallacy For students of your fractured mind Freezing on the surface of the sound Holding in your fortress underground Bleeding out the galaxy for Vargr life Wretched evolution holds the knife Magnetic fluctuations Of ice shelf weaponry Imagination is your guide Outdated star charts lead you Through ancient galaxies From Mithril Starport far and wide Hiding on the surface of your mind Another giant step for humankind Clearing out the atmosphere with of Vargr blood Through your mind’s eye revelations flood
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025