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In 30,000 years, The Reviled will destroy the multiverse. You probably don’t believe those words. Unfortunately, such unbelievable things as The Reviled DO exist. My colleagues and I do not want this incomprehensibility to exist any longer. To summarize a long and winding explanation about why this letter has reached you, you have been chosen out of every individual in the multiverse to help us stop The Reviled for good. Don’t ask why; I can’t tell you. All past efforts to contain The Reviled, including my own, were only temporary successes. Every cage was broken, every lock bypassed. Every failure required the expenditure of countless resources and lives to prevent certain destruction. I must repeat this: The Reviled is a threat to the entire multiverse, and we have only been able to contain its power so all in existence, including you, can draw another breath. So long as The Reviled exists, you and everything you know are in great peril. We only have one chance to stop it. As you

Credits in the description. (LINE BREAK) The crack in the old observatory’s walls allowed a tiny glimpse at the brightening sky. No one took the chance to look that way, though; the place’s current, mite-sized residents were content with the darkness for their business. A few rats skittered along the floor of the abandoned location, a place of stargazing looking at the city growing beyond itself. The inner spaces were coated in dust and some mold, clear signs of abandonment and decay that the rats did not understand. What used to mount a large telescope, pointed up towards the clouds for the eyes of any curious stargazer, was now a pillar and set of stairs not used for decades. The instrument in question had left, never to return. The domed roof sported cobwebs and moss as decorations for the bats that called that space home. Next to the pillar, a single metallic, human body lay on its back atop a pile of ripped newspapers. Sunlight eventually, inexorably, climbed along the floor

Credits in the description. (SECTION BREAK) [UPLOADING TRANSCRIPTED AUDIO MESSAGE…] [MESSAGE LOADED] [CODE 39-25-01-AL] [MESSAGE SENT TO: Galactic Federation Station Overseer Kelsig GFP Station Umel-13, Vermil Sector] [MESSAGE BEGINS] “Begin transmission. This message is being sent by Bounty Hunter Samus Aran to Commander Kelsig of Galactic Federation Police, leading officer of Station Umel-Thirteen of the Vermil Sector. This message is to be treated as insurance for the consequences of my current bounty assigned by the GFP. Station Umel-Thirteen is the closest GFP High Command outpost in range to my current location, ergo this message is being sent here for expediency. Seventy-nine standard hours ago, I was assigned by the GFP to track a rogue black-market arms dealer, the human Gerald Scorna, hereafter referred to as “the target”, and bring him alive to the Federation Headquarters at Daiban for trial. The target was issued the bounty for dealing with the Space Pirates, or

Credits in the description. (SECTION BREAK) [UPLOADING TRANSCRIPTED AUDIO MESSAGE…] [MESSAGE LOADED] [CODE 39-25-01-AL] [MESSAGE SENT TO: Galactic Federation Station Overseer Kelsig GFP Station Umel-13, Vermil Sector] [MESSAGE BEGINS] “Begin transmission. This message is being sent by Bounty Hunter Samus Aran to Commander Kelsig of Galactic Federation Police, leading officer of Station Umel-Thirteen of the Vermil Sector. This message is to be treated as insurance for the consequences of my current bounty assigned by the GFP. Station Umel-Thirteen is the closest GFP High Command outpost in range to my current location, ergo this message is being sent here for expediency. Seventy-nine standard hours ago, I was assigned by the GFP to track a rogue black-market arms dealer, the human Gerald Scorna, hereafter referred to as “the target”, and bring him alive to the Federation Headquarters at Daiban for trial. The target was issued the bounty for dealing with the Space Pirates, or