[Date: 01/09/824 A.S.]
[Personal log of John Blackwell: #011]
[Title: Freeport 11...]
Recording.
Log number eleven. Log number eleven...
*The speaker takes a few deep breaths, and then there is silence before he begins. He is clearly shaken.*
January ninth, eight twenty four A.S.... Freeport 11 was destroyed by The Core.
They took a bomb to the station, and assaulted the Zoner forces there. I came to help... But it was a bit to late. I saw the station detonate as I arrived at Omicron Delta.
I rushed to join the fleet and help. A little late, but at least we could save some wounded.
The core stopped attacking when Nomads showed up, and... I don't know. It was chaos- I did the best I could to help the others.
I fought along side the legendary Arcadia. We had hope. But then... These massive nomads showed up. We couldn't fight them off. I was finally shot to pieces- The Kitfox's engines were torn to pieces, and I was drifting. Gladly someone towed me away, and back to Omega 55. I'm having the Kitfox repaired as swiftly as possible. I'm going back to Omicron Delta to help anyone left there...
The nomads... They attacked in... Opportunity? The Core weakened us all, and because of them we were vulnerable. The nomads were just doing what their instincts told them.
As if that day couldn't get worse...
I'd never seen the massive Nomads before... They tore through the fleet. Arcadia had to jump out of the system. Anyone who didn't run was shot down.
I was one of the lucky few who got out.
I can't stay in this base any longer. I have to get back to my ship. There has to be something else that can be done.