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Sous nos pieds meaning in english. Voyage sous nos pieds l'épiderme de la terre arte. Voyage sous nos pieds youtube. Sous nos pieds. Source: RUST LUCUS PLANUM EXPANSE MARS Tectonic groans shake the surface. Apollinaris Mons had been bellowing pyroclastic clouds for two days before the quakes doused its ambition. They shattered the volcano's southern slope, sending the landmass shelves that supported Apollinaris' caldera into freefall. Volcanic lightning forked illumination through plumes of soot over the cascading landslide. The face of Mars shed, and with it the glint of a treasured age was laid bare; grit-polished bone that hung among the alloy-flaked basalt cliffs like trophies in an iron case. Fresh Martian storms cut red into the sky. Oxidized sandscape stretches for miles around the broken mountain, bent into multiple sloped creases that had cupped Apollinaris' base before the fall. Their fracturing borne spillways down the volcano's banks, as if loosed from between the fingers of fallen Ares, lost to time and waiting to be exhumed. Dunes migrate outward from the ruin, carried forward on strong zephyrs?each ever distant from the last. Under the windblown sands knuckled patches of basalt are revealed like fossils carefully brushed into sunlight by the breath of Aeolus. Wind, now unfettered by stony resistance, roars across open wastes, unfurls through the salt-encrusted yardangs that sparsely pock the surrounding desert, and rejoins the currents. Dust and ash follow. Thirteen salt-form opalescent spires encage the approach. They had ribbed inward against the caldera’s deluge; soot-ash frenzy staining them of burnt bones. Within the storm, a glow refracts. A red-sea pyre. Coals still warm. A sojourner’s welcome. Ana Bray traverses the newly sunken expanse, wrapped in mixed layered garb that forms a pseudo-duster and trails her frame in scruffy shawls of loose thread. Jinju glides in front of her and spins a thin Light barrier to buffet away the scouring winds. She halts at the shore of the caldera, Apollinaris Mons’ wide crest vies for dominance over the horizon as it presses the borders of her vision. Resonators embedded across her custom SN0MASK hum and disperse dirt from her visor. “You were right about the storm, Jinju. It’s not going anywhere. ” Her voice crackles through her respirator. Jinju chirps sassily and rocks side to side. Ana scoffs. “Where’s your sense of adventure? ” Jinju pointedly focuses her iris on the lengthy distance they’ve already traveled, then on the remaining distance, and back to Ana. “Yeah. It didn’t look this far from the air. ” She shifts a bandolier of pouches over her head. 18 Kelvins tight to her hip. Her augmented eyes twist and focus to the cliff-face installation across the caldera. Braytech. Solid and unyielding in its form; a cenotaph to the progeny of her line. Ana’s hand finds the snap-lock on a bandolier pouch, pulls a locational tracker from it, and switches it to life. The screen pops dull-resolution green, and a rhythmic ping pulsates some distance ahead. Warsat Spike Integrated Distance: 31, 739 meters *Output: 51 GWh?* Geiger Reading: (! ) 67 ?Sv/y (! ) Biometric Activity: Negative Network Uplink: Negative Broadcast Signal: Negative Time: 12:04 "No Hive, no Cabal. Either they're stretched thin or we got here faster than I thought. " Ana cycles her sulfur-stained respirator filter with a new one. Jinju cheeps excitedly at the lack of hostiles, “About time. ” "Right? " Ana looks back to the tracker. “That’s a lot of power, whatever you are. ” Jinju slowly emerges over Ana’s shoulder and emits a duo of low hums. “Geothermal makes sense. ” She nods towards the center of the caldera. Ana commits the information to memory before stowing the tracker. “Good readings. Nice shot, Red. ” A synesthetic tone ripples marmalade hue through her helmet in response. “You’re welcome. ” Their descent to the roof of the exposed facility entrance had been the cleanest route. The trio's position atop the tunneled arch oversaw the caldera, with the installation's entrance causeway far below them. Jinju scans a cylinder protruding from the corroded roof, years caked around its metal frame. Ana kneels beside her. She scrapes oxidization from the cylinder's riveted label with her boot knife. Cranial Node S-0319 Ana runs her glove down the cylindrical node, brushing dust and oil grime from its metallic shell in search of a seam. "Hello Cranial Node S-0319. Nice to meet you, you sneaky bastard. " She guides the edge of her knife to chip away rust and expose the discolored metal underneath. How long did it take for rust to bleed tarnish into the steel's luster? She wipes her palm across the enclosure circularly, smearing ash progressively thinner until it blends like cloudy wax polish. Ana exhales, rolls her shoulders and continues chipping away. The knife's blade finds purchase in the crease of the node’s access panel seam. Ana pushes an impulse of Light through the blade, busting the access panel cover free from its rusted locks. AUX ACCESS REDLINE-1-OPERATIVE SUBSET ?PILLORY #9 BRAYTECH™ SERIAL ? 1012058112-CLVS-9 "Auxiliary panels. Why would they put these on a closed system… outside? " Jinju cocks her shell to the side as if to shrug. “Hard to say. ” "Nothing in the archives? " Jinju shakes her shell left to right: No. Ana shifts. "You know what this is, Red? ” Discordant tone ripples indistinct expressions that fade against her visor. "We'll see if you remember anything after we hook you into the mainframe. ” Ana kneels and looks over the exposed node panel before replacing the cover. “Maybe even something on Atlas. ” Words sent forth to die in the storm. Atlas. Clovis Br? her grandfather's mythic journal. Its obscurity had proven far more challenging to overcome than anticipated. Ana's determination, however, was a resilient creature. Here, she would find answers. Jinju chirps and bobs toward the setting sun breaking through the edge of the storm. Thunder booms. Ana rocks back on her heels, letting her momentum tip her into a seated position in the dirt. Her eyes follow rusty drifts across the conquered spillway. A red front swims from the clouds overhead outward, kilometers away, nearly cinching off Sol's pale light. The star is a frail bulb. The delicate few petals of warmth that escape settle on Ana’s face: pollen sunk to surface. She lets it soak?a momentary basking. Night creeps from the horizon, and with it the cold of darkness. She wouldn’t stay long enough to be exposed. Ana eyes the causeway beneath. A reinforced blast door, rough with erosion, was blown agape at some point. Jinju peers over the hundred-meter drop and descends steadily without hesitation. Ana pulls a dual-line cord from her bandolier and embeds it into the stone face. She lets her center of gravity teeter and fall, catching herself on cushions of Light to slow her. Her feet find ground, Ghost beside her. She anchors the other end of her dual-line in the causeway steel and clamps an auto-lift to it. Ana revs the auto-lift and runs slack out of the line. Jinju turns to Ana. Iris meets eyes. “Think anybody's home? " Ana dips her head toward the entrance. Flavored tone ripples cinnamon, and the scent washes across her visor into a dull whine. Jinju chirps and nods towards something behind her. Some distance from the opening, a detached sign lay exposed: CLOVIS ? 9 Ana's eyes sharpen, adventurous and keen. “Nine? Here I thought we’d found all the sites on Mars. ” End Patina CLOVIS ? 9 APOLLINARIS’ CALDERA The splintered blast door wheezes. Licks of wind spill over the caldera and whistle through ragged gaps between metal-shed fragments. The blast door had been peeled away; curlicues of high-density Plasteel gnarled into dead spider legs. Ana focuses her eyes on the damage. "This door. It's built like a vault. Something punched right through it. " Jinju draws a scan over the door, frame to frame. “They’d need a lot of power to penetrate that much Plasteel. ” Heat discoloration, frictional wear, and vigorous application are printed throughout the vault-style door. Channels like neon paint-spatter radiation scar the metal's face, gilded in veins of copper-teal patina. Tarnish concentrates along the strips that once formed the center of the door, while the surrounding shore-like edges, still largely intact, remain swollen and fused to the archway framing it. Ana steps closer to the blast door and runs her hand along the steel. She swats to silence the resonators on her visor. “I didn’t see this from up there. I thought it was just pitted but look at these markings. ” Jinju floats squarely above Ana’s head. Her iris traces the spiraling patterns within small indented pits in the metal. Together, they follow interlinking connections that flow from the door’s center, outward, carving symmetrical grooves only micrometers in depth. “So… not punched. More like pushed. ” Jinju zeroes in on stress fractures in the metal. The damage was applied delicately, as if someone had split, bent, and smoothed each individual protrusion with meticulous intention. Ana scrapes corrosion into a sterile receptacle with fingertips clawed in pointed Light and stows it in her bandolier. Jinju chirps. "Damage pre-dates the eruption?by a lot. It’s a miracle it wasn’t flooded. " Ana nods. “These patterns look like… wavelengths? What do you think, Red? " Aurelian honey-dripped tones wash through Ana’s helmet in luxurious fashion. “Something Golden Age. Sure. " Ana massages her palm contemplatively. “Biometric scan still says it’s empty. Whatever did it, they’re gone now. ” Jinju flicks a light on and shines it into the door-hole puncture. “Guardians first. ” Ana scrunches her face at her Ghost. “You know, normally it’s the lackey that goes in first. ” “Yes, ” chirps Jinju. Rasputin hums a resplendent and authoritative purplish rhythm through Ana’s helmet. It pers

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Sous nos pieds luxembourg. Sous nos pieds bande annonce. [ first] [ prev] [ First Appearance] [ next] TOP SECRET - NOFORCON - NOXENOCON SIGMA (BLUE LEMUR) // 50 // CONFED Kteshaka'an was an Unified Outer Rims system halfway between the Great Gulf and the Unified Inner Systems, firmly in the Unified Out Rim. It was an agricultural system with moderate resource extraction. Three planets firmly in the green zone providing food for nearly 200 systems, the great gas refineries and the asteroid extraction and smelting facilities providing raw materials to the great factory worlds of the Inner Systems. For two thousand years the lemur who evolved on the middle planet of the Green Zone had been pacified. The birthrate had been controlled through genetic engineering, their numbers diminished to sustainable levels so that after their system resources were collected the species would still survive according to the Unified Science Council. The Lanaktallan had ensure that the species would be a net contributor to the galactic system rather than net consumers and for 2, 000 years had carefully nurtured the system so they could harvest the fruit of the largess of the system. Then the Precursors had came. The Lanaktallan had fled the system or entered shelters to protect them until the Precursor machines left. Even worse, the humans had arrived right after. The Lanaktallan had watched from their shelters and from their ships as the Terrans arrived, clashed with the Precursors with a fleet that kept arriving during the battle, getting larger and larger as time went by, and refused to withdraw even after taking more than 10% casualties. Finally the Terrans drove out the Precursors and began landing on the planet. Massive dropships that disgorged robotic soldiers, Terrans in heavy armor, tanks, artillery, air defense, and many other craft and personnel. Ustelet was a Hakanian, one of the small people who had managed to evolve on the middle planet of the three in the Green Zone. He had been raised to care for the Overseer's gardens outside of their luxury apartment. When he was done tending the garden, he received his rations for the day and was allowed to return to the burrows that the Overseers allowed them. He had watched the Overseers enter their shelter, stood there in the garden and watched as the doors closed and the tube had retracted into the ground with a hum. For a long time he didn't know what to do, so he went through the manor and cared for the plants. When darkness came he went back to his burrow. There he heard others repeating the same thing. Many were worried, no ration coupons had been given out and the dispensers would not give any food without the coupons. Ustelet and his warren-mates had huddled together, worrying about the lack of food. The next day the houses were still empty. Ustelet wandered around, caring for the plants, then went and stood in front of the computer terminal that was supposed to give him a ration coupon. It was dark, silent, even when he risked touching it a few times. He and the rest of his warren-mates went to bed hungry. The next morning Ustelet had been walking to his place of employment. The shuttles had shut down, just sitting in the street, when he had spotted something new. A group of Hakanian females, all walking down the street, holding infants, leading children, looking around with wide eyes. Ustelet had run forward, stopping and looking at the female. She had stared at him, fascinated by the way he looked. She was a house servant by the name of Elleft. She and other female house servants had heard crying and investigated. They found infant and child Hakanians in a building and had rescued them. Then they had started walking, looking to see if anyone had food. In desperation Ustelet had opened an Overseer food box, handing out the food to the females. He waited for an Overseer to rush up and chastise him, maybe even hurt him, for opening the box, but nothing happened. That night, many of the Hakanians did not return to their warrens. Instead, they sat out in the green places, where there were trees, bushes, plants, and pools of water, and watched the bright flashes in the sky. They oohed and ahhed over the flashes, the streaks, the patterns in the sky. The next morning they began to leave the cities, streaming out into the fields and farms and great sculpted parks. They ate what they could, drank from they could, as they left the cities. Ustelet stayed in the city. He painted arrows to where food plants were, to where water was, and wandered the empty streets. On his travels he found a display screen. On it he managed to puzzle out the meaning of the pictures. The pictures were asking if he needed help. If any of the Hakanians needed help. He pressed the icon that he needed help. The icons asked if someone could come in to help him. Looking around the empty street, where litter was blowing around despite his attempts to pick it up, he wondered why someone would ask that. He pressed yes and forgot about it. Two more days, searching the city during the day and watching the flashes in the skies at night, and he met a creature. It was big, black, made of some kind of metal that was dark it almost hurt his eyes, that seemed as if it should gleam but did not. It was bipedal like him, only it stood straight up and was huge compared to him. It had glowing blue eyes. It knelt down, and using Overseer speech, asked if he needed help. Ustelet answered that he was looking for lost females and immature Hakanians. The big one promised to help, then began to follow him around the city. Ustelet saw other bipeds, some as big as the one that followed him with thudding footsteps and the faint sound of humming, others smaller but harder to see, as if their clothing was blurring into the background. Twice he encountered females holding children being loaded into vehicles. He worried, until he was allowed to accompany the vehicle. The vehicle, driven by two of the smaller bipeds, took the females and the little ones to the farms outside the cities. There he saw the smaller bipeds, with the larger ones standing around, handing out food, blankets, water, toys, and in some cases even helping out by giving females and little ones medical care. Ustelet went back to the city, helping the search. On the fifth night, the flashes, began a crescendo and then slowly stopped right before dawn. That day he still searched, eating when he could, drinking for the stale tepid water when he found it, but found nobody. He headed toward where the ships came from the sky and looked around. He had always been curious about it, but had never been allowed near it. There were no Overseers to chase him away. He sat on some boxes and stared at all the wondrous things. He slept inside a mass transit vehicle, for Overseers not for Hakanians, then got up to wander about the massive building. He found abandoned luggage, rotting food, and litter scattered everywhere. A roar got his attention and he ran to the window to see what it was, his natural curiosity getting the better of him. Ships started landing. The Overseers began to return. Tubes of metal raised up out of the ground, doors opening, and Overseers came out. The tubes rose again and again, more and more Overseers coming out. He ran out to the big black biped, who's eyes were still glowing blue, standing next to it and watching as the tubes came up and the Overseers exited the tubes. "They left you here to die, " the big black biped rumbled in Overspeech. "They went away, " Ustelet replied, half agreeing. Ustelet saw his own Overseer and the family leave a tube. The female trotted over, reaching down and grabbing Ustelet's ear. "Why are you not tending my garden, slave? " Madame Overseer harrumphed. "You will docked ration coupons for every wilted leaf. " "Release him, " the big biped ordered, stepping in between them. The Madame Overseer gave a blubbering exhale of shock, clopping backwards. She motioned to the nearby Security and Social Police. Four of them came trotting over, three holding sting-sticks, the fourth holding a thing that Ustelet had never seen. "This, this... creature, interfered with my discipline of my slave, " Madame Overseer harrumphed. "Teach it a lesson. " "This system is under Terran Confederacy Martial Law, " the biped said, the words vibrating Ustelet's fur. "Kneel down and put your gripping hands behind your head, " an Socio-Police Overseer stated, galloping nervously around the big figure. "Or be prepared to be negatively stimulated. " "An assault upon one is an assault upon all, " the big biped rumbled. "There is no need for violence. " The Overseers jabbed the big biped with the sting-sticks. Ustelet closed his eyes, not wanting to see the big biped fall down and foam at the mouth. He wished he didn't have to hear the scream. "This is a violation of Terran Confederacy Martial Law Statues, " the biped rumbled. Ustelet heard more sting-sticks go off. "You are assaulting a member of the Confederate Marine Corps, a duly recognized and bonded authority during this period of Martial Law, " the biped said. Ustelet opened his eyes just as the Socio-Police Overseer with the strange thing lifted the long object to its shoulder and pointed it at the big black biped. More Overseer Socio-Police had shown up. Ustelet could even see LawSec and CorpSec surrounding the biped, that had moved away from Ustelet, who was now forgotten. "Do not, " the biped started. The long thing the Overseer was holding gave a loud crack and a line connected the biped with the object for an eye-watering second. The biped still stood there, a light smear on its chest. "First violation. Transmitting to Command and JAG, " it stated. Several of the Socio-Police and LawSec drew their weapons. Ustelet had seen the SocioPolice and Corpsec use those weapons to kill unlucky Hakanians who had been accused of violations of the Social Order Policy. He winced, but watched, as he had forced
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