Rockhome. After two days of travel, I finally reached the promising place. A system, mostly uncharted and being the most dangerous place in the Omegas, as the few pilots who survived the recent raids use to say. But it's a matter of the point of view. But who am I to judge that? I haven't even wasted many thoughts on how my family could have reacted on my false farewell letter, which was one of the necessary means to justify my final disappearance - death even. Everything went as planned. The last days have opened my eyes and it felt like I've just got reborn. I've never really been alive, but dreaming. Everything got so clear and the memories of my earlier life seem to slowly drift away.
It all has changed, as if my whole body got replaced, except for my soul. Now that all the puzzle pieces got put together, I got rid of all those doubts and fears, being able to realize the plan as a whole, behind the scenes. Life as I used to know was an illusion to protect us from the truth. Being tools of our own, we fought the enemies of ourselfes. Unsuspecting humans we were. This universe isn't ours. Sirius is theirs. We're intruders, and we shall not stay here. We've disturbed their peaceful sleep and the humanity will receive its punishment soon enough. For that they'll never forget what they've done. We're their sword of justice.