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On the other side of the mirror is, apparently, a hexagonal corridor with a metal grate for a floor, unnaturally harsh white light shining up from beneath it. The walls and ceiling are paneled in some stranger black material. The air smells…weird. He feels lighter, as though his body is suddenly a third of its usual weight, because in fact it is.
Within seconds of his arrival, an alarm goes off. “Intruder, level four,” says a disembodied voice in a language he doesn’t recognize at all.
“What the fuck?” he says, in Taldane. He didn’t really mean to say it in Taldane but it came out that way.
"I apologize for not having been able to warn you. Is this spell not commonplace here? I think I must be from very far away, if this is a ship it's very different from any I've heard of."
“Spells aren’t real.” The language he’s speaking insists otherwise. “—well, they’re not real here. Where…are you from? Are you actually human or are you just choosing to look that way?”
"I am a human cleric of Iomedae from Cheliax. Which is on the continent of Avistan. ...on the planet Golarion."
Possibly both he and this guy are insane, but, one, if he is, then dealing with that is someone else’s job; two, enough impossible things have happened already that it seems worth investigating the possibility that they aren’t.
“We don’t know of any planet called that. I’m guessing that, if we’re both in our right minds, you’re in fact farther from home than you knew it was possible to be, if you’ve never seen a spaceship before.”
“…you’re currently aboard the Donnager, a warship of the Martian Congressional Republic Navy, under the command of Captain Theresa Yao,” he adds, because it is actually legally obligatory, if he might not already know. “You are a prisoner on suspicion of illegally infiltrating this ship, though if you did not do so intentionally, you have not committed any crime and will be released as soon as is feasible. Did you in fact intend to board the Donnager?”
"No, I was traveling on foot across Cheliax and was attacked by a monster of a species unfamiliar to me which appears to have teleported me here. A space ship? It goes... between planets? Stars?"
“Between planets—it could also get between stars, in theory, but it’s against the laws of physics as we understand them for anything to travel to any but the nearest stars in less than a human lifespan. That’s one of a number of reasons why your story is impossible from our perspective, but it probably is the most prominent one—what is a cleric and who or what is Iomedae?”
"Iomedae is the Lawful Good goddess of victory over evil and triage. A cleric is someone empowered by a god to perform magic, like the spell I just used - there are other kinds of spellcasters on Golarion and relatively speaking we're specialized in healing and support but if you don't have any casters here I'm not sure how meaningful that is."
“Gods, like spells, are something we have the concept of but are mostly agreed not to be real or at least not to have visible effects on the world.” Though it’s not impossible for there to be aliens with sufficiently advanced technology and bizarrely familiar tastes who kidnapped some humans to another planet sometime in prehistory, it’s just insane—
“Shit!” he says, this time not in Taldane.
“The ship is under attack,” he says to Blai. (This is in Taldane.) “You need to follow me.”
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