Saturn's End

And The First Soul Of Ink

I suppose it is only fair that before I summarize my story, I tell you who I am.

I am Beorvosoparna Nasocivina Quadepahiorvo, a Saturnian from the 27th cloud cluster in the uppermost band of the southern tropics, prisoner 52-F in the Gaian run Saturnian Hurricane Facility Damien, hidden away on the asteroid 511 Davida. I was captured on (Saturnian Local Date for March 8, 2427) when enjoying a day amongst the clouds with my friends: Baorvovoorbe, Sopardepaso, Devasovogadepar, and Hivivaviso. I remember the day clearly, the winds were howling in such a wonderful way such that even with the most half-hearted extensions of our fins we would soar on that endless cerise tide, soar and dance adn laugh amongst the clouds engulfed in the ecstacy of being alive. The stresses of war were felt by all of us, but we felt we were safe on our homeworld.

I never noticed when the gaian capture ships broke atmosphere.

I doubt it would have mattered if I did.

Time in the facility passed in silence, nothing particularly changing from day to day aside from the meager excuses for meals the gaians gave us to keep us just barely functional. If I never hear the sound of a ticking clock again, it'll be too soon. The elders warned us about the hurricane facilities, the Silent Steel Eye, they called it. They said it was designed for isolation, windless that we would be largely immobile, slicked in such a way that even if we could move a fair distance, we'd only careen into the nearest wall.

Days honestly were simply forgettable, at least, they were for me. Occasionally, we would be brought out to the various apitheaters to be experimented on -iterations of what would eventually become my vinped suit were what I found myself being thrown into most often- however, I had heard stories. Sopardepaso told of crueler machines, ones that sought to extract that most vital essence, and while our blood is blue, they told me an inky black substance is what they were seeking to extract. They described this substance as similar to human ink, but said in its irridesence it contained stars and wonders. I believe the substance to be the same one worshipped by the Mercurians.

We all felt the cold darkness as it crept in, one by one, step by step. With each among our kind that fell, us that remained would feel an unsual sense of liveliness spark forth, one only the elders could describe mournfully as "the soul of Saturn becoming one again". Oh how I wish I'd never found out what that meant.

And now, only I hold the Soul of Saturn.