Transcript of telepathic recording transmitted via aetheric comm. Ethan Rex walks the Plateau in search of the Pylon. Transmission intercepted by my custom Aetheric Monitor for reasons unknown. When I inquired with my superiors, I was told that no other Reality Patrol device received this report, including the secure channels established specifically for communication with Senior Special Agent Rex. My subsequent instructions were to continue to keep an eye out for such transmissions and forward them immediately. -- T.Q. Sandstorm finally over. Ninety hours if synchronometer is right. Force-dome buried in gray dust. Only a manhole-sized patch of clear night sky. Eyes drawn longingly into interstellar depths after nearly four days constrained to the dome's twelve foot radius. Can't hear anyone by radio comm. Can't even transmit. Backup aetheric comm can't receive but seems to transmit. Bad interference lingering from the storm though. Not looking forward to opening this dome. "Fearless he strode alone once more out onto the Plateau, armed against the worst that man or beast can bring, and died under a pile of dirt." A little mental math. Trying to envision exactly how it will fill this space once the dome vanishes. Depends if the new dune I'm under is flat. Depends how this dust flows. I think I'll be ok. I pack away my camping gear in d-pockets. Fasten coat, hood, respirator, goggles. Stand looking up into the space between the stars, raise my hands over my head just in case, and cancel the dome. Not bad. Waist-deep in a saucer-shaped depression a dozen yards across. I drop my arms. Hauling myself out is awkward. Not much else to report. Respond if able. Rex out.
And that’s our first report from Senior Special Agent Ethan Rex of the Reality Patrol, who (as you may recall from Chapter 2) was sent to retrieve the magic-rune-covered pylon that Baraka Monster abandoned somewhere out on the Plateau of Leng (as you may recall from Chapter 1).
See you next Wednesday,