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Duncan Fields was the founder of the Earthsavers and believed to be a true prophet by his followers due to the horrific nightmares he experienced that were filled with visions of monsters from beyond the stars, waiting for their chance to destroy Earth.
Biography
For a long time, Duncan had kept on the move from city to city, town to town, even shuttling between his island home and the continent. long ago, he had been a paunchy adjuster for an insurance agency. Unmarried but with prospects, pleasant to look upon in a dumpy sort of way.
His nightmares changed him. They weren’t normal night dreams he believed from the beginning. Nightmares that repeat themselves over and over again, day upon day, week after week. Not long after the Earthsavers commenced he began to fear sleep, but while his mind was strong, his body was weak, and needed rest. So Duncan Fields slept, and dreamed, and awoke screaming.
He tried therapy, sedatives, exotic herbs, soothing music, good herbs and questionable pharmaceuticals. Nothing prevented or mitigated the nightmares. It took a while, but eventually he came to a sober if extraordinary conclusion. His nightmares must reflect a reality. There was no other explanation for their exceptional clarity, for their frequency of recurrence, for the exactitude of their imagery. What they portended frightened him. To be rid of them, a weaker man might have committed suicide. Fields decided to fight back. Not only for the sake of his own future, but for that of his fellow human beings.
The horrors that were recorded and interpreted convinced more than a few hesitant recruits to join the organization. Some were geniuses who could give form to the fear, creating visuals that wielded at least some of the visceral terror. That they had tapped into Duncan’s psyche so effectively was nothing short of amazing. It was enough to make him believe in telepathy. It was enough to influence a small army of converts. Those who were reluctant were sometimes ushered into his bedroom to hear his screams for themselves. Sometimes they had to be physically restrained by fellow converts, lest they themselves try to run in terror from the bedchamber. Perhaps it was his ordinariness that helped him persuade so many others to join him in his crusade. Perhaps it was the fact that he sought nothing for himself. Not wealth, not property, not fame, not sexual gratification, not the unblemished adulation of a multitude of followers. His cause was entirely altruistic and his rallying cry as simple as could be imagined. "Oh-tee-bee-dee. Out There Be Demons."
Appearances
- Alien: Covenant - Origins
- Alien: The Roleplaying Game (mentioned only)
- Colonial Marines Operations Manual (mentioned only)