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Part Two.
THE TRAPS.

Paramonia and Scrabania are desolate in their own independant senses, and whether or not you had people with you din't matter.
the tranquility of Paramonia is rarely broken by speech, even the worst outlaw respected the ancient forest enough to keep quiet.

I was travelling alone, but in a turn from my typical nature, I had a vehicle.
The FPH140 Tranekar was a long, narow vehicle optimised for straightforward travel, it was designed for flying and ground based travel, and I wasn't going to waste the flight fuel in Paramonia.
The roaring engine was indeed obnoxious, and I felt angry for breaking the tranquility.
None ht e less, it had taken me well over a month to reach the land on foot, so a three or four day Traneride was the least of my worries.
I needed to reach that monolith, I knew if I could get one piece of the outer shell, I would never prospect again.
And so, with a bandana draped around my mouth and a pair of goggles on, I made my journey.

I was within several miles of the Monolith, but something was wrong.
I knew the impact caused a shockwave, but for roughly 3 miles around the machine, the ground was pulled up, torn apart, and generally rough.
I stopped and examined it.
Very slowly, almost invisible to the naked eye, rocks were vibrating, significantly moreso within feet of torn up ground.
I picked a rock up and threw it.
SPLACH!
It erupted into a series of small, dusty particles.
I was, to say the least, slightly intrigued.

PART TWO part two will come later.