Log 6: Sorry
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I'm a dead man.
I just sent information to the Outcasts. The Out. Casts.
Gallia, I am sorry. For you, I do this. I will never forget what you have done to get me this far, just give me the chance to earn my goal and the powers to go with it. If something is to happen, I will save you, my dearest love.
Directeur Lucas Gerald
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[color=#00CCCC]Ship Captain: Directeur Lucas Gerald
Ship Helmsmen: Anton Giles
Operation status: OF, Tau- 37
Ship crew: 35
Total population: 37
Fuel: 80%
Supplies: 82%
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Log 7: Truth
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Never again will I look upon the worlds the same.
I have broken Gallia laws, murdered, smuggled. And now I have been escorted by a wing of Outcasts and met the Guardians, and the one I've been seeking who's name I now know. I don't believe I can go back to Gallia anymore. My sweet home-space isn't a place for me. I have no place.
Foster's words hit home on something I've been struggling with for a long time now. Everything we humans do is pointless. Utterly pointless. The Guardians seem to understand more than we know. Now people have listened to them, like Monsieur Foster. I believe I am the next to listen. They make sense. More sense than the King has ever made, than any Sirian or Gaul has made.
Curse us for being this stupid. We ruin ourselves by ourselves, and we ruin all around us. My mission is not lost. I have Gallia to think of, but not what I saw it as.
Before I saw the great jumpgates and tradelanes, the space ports and stations. The populated worlds and thriving people. Now I see what Gallia is. It's the beautiful space, the suns and stars, the nebula and moons. All of the latter is plagued by us. This is my new mission, or rather my old mission redefined.
Gallia, I still do this for you.
Lucas Gerald
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[color=#00CCCC]Ship Captain: Directeur Lucas Gerald
Ship Helmsmen: Anton Giles
Operation status: OF, Orkney
Ship crew: 35
Total population: 35
Fuel: 68%
Supplies: 73%
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Log 8: Ruins
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This planet and that star. They are both dead and raped of it's resources like a butchered animal. The star feeds everything around it, and we take this energy and kill it's children. We swarm them like lice, change them to fit our needs, and damage it.
The vast empty space is cluttered with useless trash. Smog clouds, debris fields, and worse. How could we let this happen? This is terrible. None of it should be here.
I'm in distress. I should not be willing to let this happen. We do not allow this.
We do not allow this.
We do not allow this.
Lucas Gerald
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[color=#00CCCC]Ship Captain: Directeur Lucas Gerald
Ship Helmsmen: Anton Giles
Operation status: OF, Kyushu
Ship crew: 35
Total population: 35
Fuel: 85%
Supplies: 89%
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Log 9: Dismantle
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We did not allowed it.
Done was the deed, the start. The actions are done, and the wheel is rolling. My Gallia will be it's former glory soon enough.
How I was confused before. Whispers? No, it's My Gallia speaking to me. I can not believe I am the only one to listen to her. The words started to form, connecting my thoughts and helping me understand. I now know what I have gone to learn from meeting Foster and the Tundra. I learned the truth about what is wrong.
Humans. We are united in death pain, but we do not share it. Truly we are individuals and cannot unite under one being, one banner. How I miss the days when I thought the Royal Police was a fit, clean organized group of officers. How I was wrong about that as I am wrong about every other person alive other than those who open their eyes and listen to the stars around them.
People do not listen though. They destroy and remove it as they wish. I believe I hear it calling out, its distress as it sees it's children slain before it. It's an unbearable noise, which hits my heart strong. I feel the pain of it, and know what I must do. My task is clear.
Listen to the Stars. Listen to My Gallia. Listen to the Children.
I found it distressing to listen, but they gave me no reason to doubt them. They were being harmed, I had to do what was asked by them. When they call upon be again, I will be ready to do as I am asked.
Let me reach out my heart to them, feel my tasks done. Pray I did as you wished.
Lucas Gerald
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[color=#00CCCC]Ship Captain: Directeur Lucas Gerald
Ship Helmsmen: Anton Giles
Operation status: OF, Kyushu
Ship crew: 35
Total population: 35
Fuel: 72%
Supplies: 73%
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