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So You’re Going to Die on Nexus

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As the ancient Eldan proverb says: All things that are must one day cease to be. What is now shall be past later. And as we say at Eternal Vigilance Acres: Now is the time to prepare for later, with new ceremonial plots on the planet Nexus.

Naturally, everyone wants to know what happens if one doesn’t make it back from their journey beyond the Fringe. Accidents happen. People age. Realists make bold yet obvious proclamations. That’s why we at EVA have prepared this Funereally
Asked Questions list just for you, Dominion citizen.

IF I DIE ON NEXUS IS MY SOUL LOST TO THE GODS?
Dying on Nexus poses many unique problems for the spiritually minded, and we at Eternal Vigilance Acres have anticipated them all, and cleared any sticky religious issues with the High Sentinel herself! And rest assured, as it is the lost planet of the gods, your immortal soul could not be in a safer place upon departing your physical body. If it was good enough for the Eldan, it’s
good enough for Dominion citizens!

WHAT IF I AM NOT CASSIAN AND MY CULTURE HAS ITS OWN DEATH RITUALS?
Ha! That is really very funny. Of course all cultures of the Dominion are part of the Vigilant Church, and may participate in the church’s death rituals as a matter of course. However, Eternal Vigilance Acres recognizes that not all citizens will be comfortable with this arrangement, so we are happy to announce full support for Draken ancestor rituals, Chua disintegration chambers,
and Mechari disassembly chants.

WHAT IF MY BODY CAN’T BE RECOVERED?
We at EVA have never met a body that couldn’t be at least partially recovered, even if what was recovered is little more than a few isotopes and atoms. And that’s all it takes to arrange a proper burial, whether your eternal rest takes place in a wooden coffin, a ceramic urn, or the cold vacuum of space.

CAN I JUST HAVE MY BODY SHIPPED BACK TO CASSUS/BEZGELOR/MIKROS/OTHER HOMEWORLD?

Of course you can! But be advised, such a prospect can be prohibitively expensive for all but the wealthiest citizens. And we at EVA would urge anyone thinking along these lines to consider this: the emperor himself has declared Nexus the new capital of the entire empire. There’s no need to have your body sent anywhere else – you’re already home.

I’M AN EXILE. CAN EVA HELP ME?
Yeah, that’s going to be a no. Please don’t write in again.

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Rare Fauna of Nexus Vol. 4

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[Professor Cornelius’s masterwork of xenobiology has become a go-to reference for Dominion science students and anyone looking to quickly get up to speed on the many strange creatures of Nexus. Its accuracy may be inversely proportionate to its popularity, however, and recent editions have been filled with updates and corrections written since the author began carrying out more detailed fieldwork on the planet.]

CELESTION FLAME FICUS
Like many plants native to
Nexus, this hardy plant appears to have an adverse reaction to common scan frequencies, the sound of sapient speech, or even being looked at in a surly manner. And like many plants native to Nexus, the Celestion flame ficus’s reaction is to burst into flame!

Perhaps, given the name, that is less than surprising.
[Continued in section 47]

STARFACED MUMBLEWEED
This unusual plant, a non-mobile relative of the semi-sapient (and very mobile) veggies of Nexus, emits a
sound like a mumbling Cassian child when any fauna larger than an insect is near. This is believed to be merely a defense mechanism and not truly an attempt to speak language. They bloom with five-petaled “starface” flowers twice a year. Mumbleweed gardens can be quite noisy during the blooming season.
[Continued in section 59]

CARNI-VEGGIES
A mobile relative of the Starfaced Mumbleweed and the various Veggies species which protect sources of primal life energy, carnivorous Veggies are
extremely rare on Nexus, but also extremely dangerous. Their bites carry enzymes that spread into organic bloodstreams and trigger sluggishness, sometimes even unconsciousness. This allows the so-called Carni-Veggies to consume their prey at their leisure. Given their tiny mouths and bodies, they rarely finish a meal of that sort before it turns. [Continued in section 77]

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Tomorrow’s Listings

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[A summary of the many holoentertainment options available to authorized users of this Exile entertainment device.]

7:30 Nexus Mean Time

Network 22
NEXUS CRITTER JAMBOREE with MYA CUDDLEFUZZ
Today’s critters include an adorable baby jabbit, a hungry baby chompacabra, and a whole lot of unexpected childhood trauma! Parents, be sure to tune in with your children for this very special NCJ.
MYA CUDDLEFUZZ…..Herself
CHOMPY THE FRIENDLY
CHOMPACABRA…..Himself
JABBY THE BABY JABBIT (DECEASED)…..Himself

Channel 701
FLEET NEWS MORNING
All the news from the Exile Fleet and beyond, without the Dominion propaganda. Join host JILLIAN MOONCREST for interviews with movers, shakers, and newsmakers. Whether they’re flying high in the arkship Gambler’s Ruin or breaking new ground on the new Exile homeworld Nexus, Fleet News is there!

9:30 Nexus Mean Time

Spectrum
66-77
GALAXY’S FUNNIEST STARSHIP CRASHES
As your host, retired flying ace Captain “Skyhook” Fellstrand, likes to say, “It’s time to laugh at tragedy!” Because if you can’t laugh at tragedy, you can’t heal. And starship crashes are also funny, it turns out! This week: A can of bingberry jam triggers a catastrophic engine failure aboard a private star yacht; a friendly game of Blast-the-Asteroids turns into a hilariously deadly game of Bounce-Your-Ship-Off-the-Asteroids-Until-
You-Impact-On-the-Surface; and we answer the age-old question: can jabbits fly? Yes! After a fashion. But not very well, it turns out, and landing safely is utterly out of the question. A 24-segment holo-pictorial!
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Tracking the Moon Beasts

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-Malverine Hunt Day 1-

This marks a truly historic moment in the history of Nexus. The day that I, Hexaldimar Thorne, set out to hunt down that most treacherous of creatures: the fearsome and mysterious malverine. Be he, or they as it were, beast or man? Or beasts or men as the case would be I suppose. Blimey, I really should go back and delete that bit oughtn’t I? Bloody voice-to-text software. Regardless of technological and grammatical challenges, I plan to answer that
question or questions.

Let’s skip to the real question, all right? And that is this: are malverines, as relatively recent legend might have it, merely humanoids infected with a primal disease of some sort that turns them into gigantic hairy killing machines?

I plan to find out.

I have come equipped for the task, and then some. A matched pair of Killian RM-2 mag rifles with a dozen rechargeable auto-load capsules each on stylishly crossed bandoliers. My custom mag-ammo
has been primally tuned to the malverine’s life pattern, causing it to home in on the beast’s center of mass with unerring accuracy. Across my shoulders, plate-armored trench coat sewn from the hide of a deadly Shafnerian yak I took down on the Melting Steppes of Tharlo Sigma – it keeps the rain off and the mind-bullets of high-minded.

I got another bandolier of throwing knives treated with knock-out poison from Bezgelorian skunk slanks. I mean Chua. I bought the poison from Chua. Not
Bezgelorian skunk-slanks. That’s impolite, ain’t it? I’m really not going to be able to use this journal at all, am I? Ah, I’ll just find me some editing software, what?

As I was saying, poison throwing knives. And of course Lavernia, the best multi-purpose hunting, skinning, adventuring, and camping knife available on the market today. And now they’re paid back for all the equipment and they can STOP SENDING THREATENING HOLO-MESSAGES.

Moving on.

-Malverine Hunt Day
2-

Oh, bloody hell. Ow. That really hurts. I should never have – oh no. Did you hear that? Who am I talking to. The bloody voice-to-text program on the bloody datachron, that’s bloody priceless, Hexaldimar. Well, there’s only enough charge to do this once, and since I failed to bloody open the bloody emergency transponder, instead opening the bloody bloody damn hell that hurts! [Unintelligible.] No, don’t – don’t eat that. I need that! I – no! OOOOOWOWWAARRGH –

[Recording failure. Intelligible language failure. Please reboot your Protostar Data-Valuated Speech-to-Text Recording Software. From Protostar.]