Log 3---Playing Log
“Well pardon for the long wait…I left Mu and to a new home…I’m keeping my five Order ships as I personally bough and own them…I also recently when under a cover name of Kelly Helko, an ex-coalition field medic…not really the truth I guess but hey, it works.” She flips her hair back

“Anyways after my last log, I Went to Rheinland, were things didn’t go over well for me…really they didn’t, already the Rheinland Federal Police began questioning me for being in Rheinland space just as I entered Rheinland. For about four months I fell in line with the Red Hessians as they saved me from the aggressive federal police. I also grew a hate for the Republican Shipping after they killed my Red Hessian wing man which forced me to run from Rheinland.” She remains neutral emotional

“Also yes, while I was in the Red Hessians they taught me a few things about Rheinland I never even knew of, even the secrete mining abilities they do or the more often war with the Corsairs. My next stop was Bretoina, the laboring nation of Sirius as people called it.”

“I stayed there for some time learning a lot about Bretoina way of life…and by long time I mean about a full year in basic schooling from the Armed Forces academy. For some time I learned of the growing hate between Bretoina and Gallia before the war broke out in the Tau’s. I learned about their laws and requirements as female should go by there.”

I had a great time in Bretoina, while even an Armed Force’s pilot, I also had a good friend in the Gaian’s. He was…an Eco straightest. By the time the war broke out I was already heading for Liberty.”

“In Liberty I stayed for about only four months, things were easy to learn from all factions in Liberty. I learned about the lawful’s, unlawful’s and even their look upon Rheinland with hatred. I stayed in the Pennsylvania system, upon Planet Erie with an old friend of mine. Her name at just Lilly, she never spoke publicly about the rest of her name, I swore sometimes she was an LSF agent and was why she didn’t say her full name.”

“During my time there in Liberty I bought a new DMX-2990 Prison Liner. The ship also houses my AI crew which I personally made on my down time. I moved back to Bretoina were I started talking with a few people and then fell in line as a Freelancer. From time to time I am hired by the LSF to run recon missions for them in parts of space they cannot reach or deem to dangerous.” She pauses.

“I guess I got to rewind a bit to the past, I spoke of where I when and how I learned things but…there’s more to me than most would judge to pass. During my time in cryo sleep my anger for the Bounty Hunters grew massively…and I mean a lot…I mentally snap when I see a Hunter trying to claim the life of another for some petty amount of money for no clear reason what so ever.”

“Another part was my Lyoko link which by now I had mastered to mentally link my mind to my ships AI so that I WAS the AI of the ship. Odd many say yes but hell, who said it was impossible? I mean, I’m part cyborg and got the brain of a futuristic Elbert Einstein so why would it be impossible for me?” She smiles lightly

“Cargo has been…obtained for our ships and crew…people keep thinking I’m doing bad things to people, which is a lie, I take care of my crew…I got fifty crew members currently, four officers and two commanders. Ever sense the Republican thing, I started attacking their ships for supplies and cargo, even cargo for money. As my standards go, no outside money is gained by unlawful actions besides the cargo gained from the Republican ships destroyed.

[~=Playing Recorded Message=~]
Aelita: “Hey who’s that on scanners?”
Bridge AI: “Looks to be a Freelancer ma’am, a Judge pilot.”
Aelita: “Can you get a full scan on it?”
Bridge AI: “Can do miss, one moment please. - - It appears to be one of the newer Judges in their ranks, female pilot, panicked heart rate, breathing is a bit heavy.”
Aelita: “Do we have a name?”
Bridge AI: “Scanners show the pilot to be Judge Sam Crow Hope.”
Aelita: “Threat assessment?”
Bridge AI: “Low ma’am, the pilot records are slim at the moment but best records show her threat level is low.”
Aelita: “She’s opening comm’s with us”
Bridge Officer AI: “Shall I patch us through?”
Aelita: “Yes but keep the Jammer and Scanner operational for any more contacts.”
Bridge Officer AI: “Aye-aye ma’am”

-Loop here for comm’s chatter-

Combat AI: “Incoming Republican Transport!”
Aelita: “Finally, all hands on deck, combat stations at the ready, fire at will!”
Combat AI: “Its shields have failed, prepping pod transfer.”
Aelita: “Almost destroyed….there! Tractor their cargo and pods!”
Combat AI: “Roger that ma’am.”

-Loop here for comm’s chatter-

Aelita: “I’m seeing two Hessians in the system, can you confirm bridge?”
Bridge AI: “Indeed, two Hessian gunships are within the system, they appear to be selling things.”
Aelita: “They’re in range…and tormenting Hope…” Sighs “Move in, shield the Judge…”

-Loop here for comm’s chatter-

Aelita: “Scan the Judge for any damage, and turn the a.n.a.x system online”
Bridge AI: “Roger that ma’am, bridge activating a.n.a.x systems.”
Aelita: “Report?”
A.N.A.X: “No damage recorded, she’s clear of any physical or mental harm”
Aelita: “And the Hessians?”
A.N.A.X: “Paid and moving on to their next location.”
Aelita: Sighs again “Open comm’s to Hope, I want to hear if she really is please.”
A.N.A.X: “Roger that ma’am.”

-Loop here for comm’s chatter-

A.N.A.X: “Hessians back in range, one of them is moving to dock.”
Aelita: “And what of the other?”
Freeport 1: “Hessian Delta Dash Two, you are clear to dock.”
A.N.A.X: “She’s remaining in range but no hostilities have been detected.”
Aelita: “Keep an eye on her please, even if they are friends to us, I want to make sure this Judge is left unharmed.”
A.N.A.X: “roger that, should I open comm’s to the Hessian?”
Aelita: “Please do, I rather not have any thing go wrong here.”

-Loop here for comm’s chatter-

Aelita: “Right so she’s on her way home and asleep, thanks to the Hessian for her kind help, always could trust them.”
A.N.A.X: “Ma’am if I may, I noticed something off about Miss Sam.”
Aelita: “Oh and what was that?”
A.N.A.X: “Well she’s in cryo to sleep and she’s got a mental problem with Hunters…”
Aelita: “And you’re saying my mental problem against the Hunters is bad?”
A.N.A.X: “Not at all ma’am!”
Aelita: Sighs “a.n.a.x tell me the truth…”
A.N.A.X: “Well you do tend to get rather mad at them like she did…”
Aelita: “And can you blame me? I was stuck in cryo sleep for a year and a half, I mentally was shattered when they found me and saved me.”
A.N.A.X: “True but…should I still remain on watch for this Judge?”
Aelita: “Hmmm… you know, yes, do please, meanwhile I need to ask X.A.N.A if the XXV body is complete.”

-Loop here for ship transfer-

Aelita: “Xana, is the XXV body ready?”
X.A.N.A: “The XXV three and four bodies are done yes ma’am
Aelita: “What of the scan of the XXV two?”
X.A.N.A: “Done and the components are partly done.”
Aelita: “How long till they are done?”
X.A.N.A: “Soon, the body for four is otherwise going to be harder to craft.”
Aelita: “Understandable, what about my package?”
X.A.N.A: “Locked away in the Anchorage cryo vault.”
Aelita: “Good good, Xana, tell me what do you know of the Judge’s?”
X.A.N.A: “Judge’s? You mean those that sit in court houses, those that watch shows and games, those that say what-“
Aelita: “I meant of the Freelancer Judge’s…”
X.A.N.A: “Oh…well the Judge’s Chapter is what you should have said.”
Aelita: “And what or who are they?”
X.A.N.A: “Freelancer’s with a military command style.”
Aelita: “What about more hidden information?”
X.A.N.A: “They are looking for something to my understanding”
Aelita: “Something like…?”
X.A.N.A: “Unknown, not even to understand do I know what they are seeking.”
Aelita: “I see…what of any of their allies?”
X.A.N.A: “It is unknown whether or not they have full alliances to my knowledge. However it is confirmed they hold a strong alliance to the Bretoina Armed Forces.”
Aelita: “I see…right then, message me once the parts of the XXV three and four are ready.”
X.A.N.A: “Will do ma’am.”
[~=End of Recorded Message=~]

“That recording was of…most recent things…I meant this odd group of freelancers called Judge’s…one girl called Sam Crow Hope caught my eye, something about her seemed…odd…rather odd…that kind of odd where you don’t want to bother with the matter but at the same time you feel like you want to…”

“I also heard some connection between the Armed Forces and the Judges…I’m going to get this looked into, because I feel something is bad off about them…something I just can’t place…”

[~=Showing Message Recording=~]
X.A.N.A: “Do you know if she’s resting well?”
A.N.A.X: “She is, she’s in cryo sleep for the time being, however soon she’ll be out.”
X.A.N.A: “What about the Anchorage?”
A.N.A.X: “He understands what’s going on, I’ve also set her peaceful drones to stand by to protect her cryo pod.”
X.A.N.A: “What about her memory?”
A.N.A.X: “Damaged…she’s freaking out in her mind, mentally unstable…”
X.A.N.A: “Damn I thought we could prevent that…”
A.N.A.X: “Don’t push yourself to much, Aelita was thrown into the fighting and we could not prevent it.”
X.A.N.A: “Yes but what if we lose her…?”
A.N.A.X: “She’s a tough girl Xana, you know that, she’s withstood a lot of stuff. I know she’ll make it…”
X.A.N.A: “Hope your right Anax… can’t stand seeing our little girl this badly beat up…”
A.N.A.X: “She’ll be fine, trust me…”
X.A.N.A: “I do…let’s leave her to recover now, it’s going to be a long road…”
[~=End of Recording=~]

Aelita lifted the XXV four body onto the cargo bay of the Anchorage, she wiped her forehead and stepped down from the crane that had moved the drone’s body. She stepped over to one of the boxes close to it and prided it open with a crowbar. Looking around the box she grabbed the wings of the body and when back to the XXV body. She took out a welder and welded the wings to the drone’s body, she looked at her blackened gloves before dusting them off. She went to her box again, grabbing out several gears and robotic parts, she laid them on the floor apart from each other. She hooked the prop together before putting the tail end on the XXV.

She sighed hard, grabbing out another part, looked like a box with glass on the front of it, and she opened the side door and stepped in, putting the camera bay where it belonged. Stepping back out, she slowly welded the floor into the XXV. She stepped on it to make sure it was solid. For a moment she was unsure before she knew it would held out. Looking out she picked up the wings and put them on, then welded the weapons to them. She picked up the drone part and hooked them inside the XXV.

Checking the time, Aelita stood sighed the XXV four was mostly done, all that was required now was the programming. She stepped over to her controls and started to program the drone, sighing quietly as time passed rather slowly. Soon however she was finished. She tiredly laid back and looked as the XXV powered on. She smiled warmly at the XXV, the long wait time was over and now the XXV was in the final stages. She secured the XXV in the bay and stumbled back a bit tiredly.

She dug around in her pocket, fishing out a badge. On it was a hammer and stickle with the Rheinland sign on. It was the Red Hessian badge she held close to her at all times, she stood and looked for a mirror, finding one and pinning it to her uniform. She smiled seeing it where it was in its old spot. She stepped over to her recorder and paused before even turning it on, she looked at the badge and cleaned a dirty red mark off it before starting the recording.

“So I guess this is log four…what I’m holding here…well wearing is my Red Hessian badge. I got this a few weeks into my days in the grand Rheinland revolution. I-I can’t say I was too fond of what happened during my time there…I was patrolling with my wing commander when my ship got hit with an disruptor and I called for help as a Rheinland gunship had found me. When my commander showed up he told me to get behind his own gunship. I-I tried to help out the best I could…i-it didn’t matter…we took the Rheinland gunship but…” she sighs upsetly

“When I checked on my commander…his ship was so badly shot up…the hull buckled as I got there…I didn’t even get to say good bye…his ship exploded and he told me to run and get away while I could…I guess what I’m missing to say is say that…I had no one closer as a brother…then he was…but when he died I just felt so…lost because not only had I lost him but I also lost my sister in the past…”


“I fled to Bretonia, I didn’t look back to see if he was ok or not…he just told me to go as another Rheinland gunship began to close in…I ran to Rheinland and vowed to never return…I just could not…I knew the Red Hessians would never forgive me…Other time in Rheinland was wonderfully intelligent, I learned a lot while there…I also found that Republican Shipping was the one that gave out our location…”

She paused and took her jacket off, looking at her side painfully, she turned and her fingers ran over her burned leathery skin. She sighed upsetly as she felt it run from her shoulder to her thigh. She gripped her eye shut as tears formed, she shook as she felt the scar closely, trembling remembering what happened. She looked at the screen upsetly as tears began going down her face, suddenly she abruptly ended the transmission

Aelita smiled to herself, her right eye hovered between its normal look and Xana’s Eye. It had been a rather long day, for her and her new friend Sam. She let out a long, deep breath and turned to the recorder. She took out a golden ring from her pocket and slid it onto her finger. She smiled lovingly down at the ring and held her hand close to her body. “This is…Log five…this one is about my life personally…”

"she smiled warmly and removed her jacket, showing the burn scar again but she took no reaction to it. “My new friend Sam Crow Hope showed me I don’t have to hide anymore from myself. She’s like me except younger, she even found interest in her newly built cryo pod I made for her.

"Sam I care for…and I guess that’s enough for me to explain what this scar on me side is…” He took in a deep breath and slowly let it out “When I was on families ship, the day my parents were taken from me, a unknown group of ships…well they were unknown to me at the time of my age, attacked our ship. I was in my room when suddenly a fire ripped apart the deck I was on, I fell about two floors and landed on part of a burning bed, hence scaring and why it looks like a healed burn.”

She paused again and took in a deep breath and let it out slowly again “I laid there in pain four about five hours till my sister Milly found me an rushed me to medical, there I laid on the medical for two more hours as they removed the burned tissue off my body.” She seemed shaken a bit before calming “it was the more horrific time of my life, I wanted it to end so badly at one point I reached for a soldiers hand gun only to get embraced in my sisters arms, telling me it was ok…” she paused again and smiled

"…however the scar reminds me the day I lost my parents…they were on the twelfth deck when the torpedoes hit, they were lost rather quickly…” she lets out a deep breath

“Sam reminded me of a friend…she’s like a daughter to me, has no parents, no family but still respects me and the Judges to feel like they are her family. The Judges I know are a military like family but it they can make one feel wanted and loved then…I see no reason to hate them. I also fixed Sam’s cryogenic pod. Damn thing was using needles and was forcibly injecting the cryogenic numbing liquid into her body…” she looks upset a bit

“I…refused to let Sam use that thing again…I tore it apart, and remade it into a newer, cleaner and safer module that would not only remove the needles but also used a nanite solution that would heal her body as long as it was in the cryogenic pod. I also told Sam to sparsely use the pod because sooner or later she would not wake up as the injections would stop her heart rate or even her blood flow around her body.” She pauses again

“Sam however saw the Eye of Xana… she really did, not just some random dream, when I asked her and showed her the image she responded by saying yes she saw it before. I was scared to confront her about this but I did and asked her where she saw the image. She told me while she was in cryogenic sleep is when she saw the image in her head, the dream the peaceful drones permitted her to see.”

She paused and looked at the recorder for a moment, deciding whether or not to speak of Xana or not. She looked up at the screen and sighed and nodded to the recorder. “I think it’s time to talk about who or what Xana is…” she grabbed and an image out, it had an odd shaped man in the center with five orbs around his body. He had a pair of wings behind him that gave him a rather odd look as well as oddly shaped hands and the objects around his neck



“This is Xana. He is not a god but yet he is. It’s…hard to explain…I’ll try to the best I can.” She put the image on a stand so it was still showing the rest of the recording “Xana is the master of Lyoko, Lyoko is the mind scape I spoke of there I can mentally connect with my ships and drones. Xana formed out of the mind of Anchorage and he protects Lyoko and all those that I help with my tools.”

“Xana is my guardian, he protected me during my year and a half in cryogenic sleep in Omicron Minor and also kept me sane during such. He’s not a cruel or evil person despite his look. He is rather a calm, warm nonhuman soul that keeps everything dear to me safe. When I go to sleep or when anyone else I always tell them “May Xana Keep His Watch Eye over you” just because I want everyone to feel safe…”

“I’m not a religious person as many find out. However Xana is like a…cybernetic god for me…he is my god, I don’t pray to him or anything like that. What makes Xana happy is research, construction, friendliness, discovery, programming and Lyoko. I do all those things and not once have I made Xana upset.” She pauses and looks at the floor.

“Under Xana is Anax. Just his name spelt backwards means something yes. Anax are those under Xana’s wing. Like me, I’m an Anax. Sam has also discovered she’s an Anax as well. My drones, crew and ships are also Anax’s. Now I know what many think if they read this log, that it’s a cult that something evil is going on. I can here and now it’s kinda like that. But if it was not stated we were a cult then there would be nothing we could call ourselves.”

“Anyways after Xana and Anax’s there’s Lyoko. Lyoko is a dreamscape that was discovered by me when I configured my cryo pod in the order. The result was the forming of a plane between AI’s and human’s that I called Lyoko. There Xana watch’s over all Anax’s carefully with his eye. The three last people under Lyoko is well…” she pauses thinking of a way not to sound so religious still “AI’s…Aliens…and Humans.”

“For short, those that don’t see Xana are just normal people, of course I’m not saying those that see Xana are not normal but at the same time I’m not saying we are normal. The small cult of Xana so to speak I guess is just a few people who are mentally connected and can share information over a cybernetic plane.” She pauses again “Many call me crazy just for speaking of Xana but you know really if it gives me something to believe in and keeps me sane over all who cares really?”

She smiles warmly as her right eye looks just like the Eye of Xana before she notices and covers her right eye “Many wonder why my eye changes like this, it’s due to the part where Xana’s eye had been…kinda like uploaded into my cybernetic eye, please remember I had to get a robotic eye due to the fighting in Omicron Minor. So whenever I speak of Xana my eye switch’s to something closely resembling his eye.”

She pauses the recording and checks it for a bit before resuming it and sitting back down after standing

“I…also had to thank the Admiral himself, it was his Recon Cruiser team that found me and rescued me just as my gunships power core began to die out from…well…being energy-less and almost dead. I was so happy when I was found but also scared out of my mind because for seventy two hours I was unable to fully hear or see anything, thinking it might have been the Wild, Order or even worse, the Core found me…I was so relieved when it turned to be order uniforms and voices I heard around me and more happy finding out I was taken to Omicron 100…”

She pauses and holds the recorder and smiles warmly again “That’s all for log five…sleep well under Xana everyone…” With that she closed the recorder and unloaded the recording into the Anchorage’s logs, she stood and walked five rooms over to her bed room and laid down, pulling the covers over her, she looked at the time and found it was already thirty minutes past midnight, soon she was fast asleep on the bed.

Aelita stepped foot into the Juneau’s right dome. Forgetting how big the dome really was; she looked up at the artificial sea blue sky. She walked over to a small jeep and started it up and she drove for a bit, her mind drifted between several past memories before snapping back to reality as she began to approach her destination. She looked on upon the Salvation proto-type energy reactor; she looked at the drones rushing here and there in the area. She parked the jeep close by and stepped out of the jeep, looking at the reactor oddly for a moment before stepping into the main room. She looked into the main chamber for a moment; at the blue glowing ionic elements.

She turned to the controls and looked at them even again for a longer moment of time. She grabbed the handle and pulled it down, watching the elements being dropped into the hot water and heat it up to steam. The roaring of the turbines follows as the steam begins to turn them. She pushes a few knobs, turning a dial then another. She looked outside into the large dome before crossing her arms behind her back. She saw misty smoke rise from the buildings funnel, the powering on lights flashing along the sides of the building. Aelita looks back into the main room before pulling another handle down and putting on her goggles. Silence filled the room for a total for ten seconds, the only sound was of a ticking coming from the controls.

The controls lite up suddenly and a bang was heard in the reactor dome, a millisecond later a flash brightened from the chamber where the element was lowered. The flash died quickly and the roar of the turbines filled the room much louder this time as they spun. There was a clicking from the radiation counter for the room which read over a thousand per meter a second. She looked at the controls slowly, pulling another handle which lowered the radiation shields around the reactors dome. She sat back on the chair in the room and waited for a total of five minutes before standing, listening to the powering down of the reactor room then the flooding of the coolant water in the room. She stood and when to the door which lead into the reactor. The element bars were glowing a bright greenish tint. She looked at the robotic arms removing the bars from the reactor as the building powered it fully down.

The bars were loaded onto rack holder; the AI drove them to another part of the building where she followed behind in a radiation suit. They entered a large room and sat the bars in a line on a table. Aelita took a cylinder shaped casing and put the four bars into in in a square shape. She took a black powered and slowly dusted the bars in the secured cylinder. The bars dyed to a deep green glow but under the dust the radiation was still there. She then put a sealing over the bars and kept them in the cylinder casing. The metal was a dyed a deep grey to show the titanium alloy in them. She loaded the cylinder back onto the rack and drove it to another side of the room. There she hooked another open cylinder onto the bottom of already sealed one. This one however was loaded with thirty red rods from a heater close by. She cooled the cylinder and hooked it onto the bottom of the sealed one.

She then made another one full with again thirty red rods onto the top of the cylinder. She turned away and sealed the three together. She turned the stack so they were standing upright. She took a cone shaped object and a sphere mechanism into the cone head and then put the head on the cylinder stack. She sealed it on and wired the wires into the three cylinders for about six hours carefully. She laid the oddly shaped spear like object onto the table again she took another cylinder and left the room to a fourth part of the building. She stood in the center of the forth room holding again a fifth green bar from the reactor room before laying it in front of her. She stepped to the corner of the room and grabbed a laser from the shelf, she began to sharpen the glowing rod slowly with the laser so it was to a point. She picked it up and walked back to the main room and opened the cylinder, slowly sliding the rod into the center of the cone before finally sealing it shut. She stood and went to the location of the fourth cylinder.

She stood in the room as many robotic controls were fed and fitted into the fourth cylinder. She picked it up and went back to the main room, hooking it onto the bottom of the large spear form and sealed it shut. She went to the other side of the room again and grabbed an engine component and went back, sealing it onto the side of the spear. She grabbed four triangle shaped objects and sealed them right onto the hull above the engine. By now the spear took the shape of a missile however. She took the missile to a third room and sat it on the clothed table, hooking a few wires to its ports. She sat at the computer and began to program several things into the body of the missile. There was a clicking sound from the missile body as the programming ended about five hours later. Aelita stood and stretched, two robotic arms moved the missile onto the moving rack and moved it to another room. This time she remained standing and put the missile upright, she took a black paint and began to coat the missile in a black hull, she took an outline and a paint blower sketched words onto the hull of the missile.

She stepped back, the word “Salvation” covered the side of the missile. Along with an eye of Xana on the other side. She watched the robotic arms put it back on the rack and she moved the missile back to the main room. She smiled slightly and stretched. She moved the rack to an eighth room where, three other missiles just like the one Salvation waited, the fourth warhead was picked up by the robotic arms and hooked into a larger half sphere headed cone. She stepped back and watched as a hanger door opened into the outside area, out back of the building. The large sphere headed rocket was drug outside by the moving holder. There Aelita took the rest of that day and the next three to wire the programing into the large missile body before again painting over it. She stood back before looking at the long missile with the glass head holding the four smaller rockets. The words “Xana’s Wraith” coated the side of the large rocket. She yawned tiredly and hungrily. She looked at the long missile for a while before stepping back and letting the Juneau’s drones pick it up and take it to a secure storage area. She yawned once more as she made her way back to the inside of the Juneau’s hull and way from her bio domes.

She went to her living space and to the kitchen and made something to eat quickly and some hot coffee to keep her awake. She ate rather fast and took the coffee down with another cup as well. She stood and made her way to the transit system on the Juneau, waiting a good full five minutes on it before she reached the bridge. She took the captain’s chair and laid back. She hook a helmet and started a simulation. “Test fire Wraith one.” There was a sliding of the missile then the ignition of its engine. The simulation fired one of the six missiles. She watched it travel as she painted for asteroids as smaller ships and objects. “Break apart test one.” The rocket shattered the glass head of the rocket and fired the four salvation rockets from its cause, the four took targets and guided the rest of the way to them. The four rockets hit and destroyed their given targets soon after, making a large flash of light each time they hit. The large rocket body however started to trace a fake large object in space. What remained of the Wraith dived for what looked like a fake station which was nothing more than a rather large asteroid. The large rocket embedded itself in the body of the asteroid before a clicking was hear from her controls “Blow Wraith test one.” Soon after she said that the body of what remained of the test Wraith exploded in a blinding flash of light; the radiation level was massive even for a dumb fire rocket. When the flash died down. There was a yellow glowing hole in the side of the asteroid. She smiled slightly to herself “Test fire Wraith one is successful.” A few cheers left the crew around the room.

She stood and stretched “Load Wraith one through five into the bay for storage and keep them shut down, I don’t need any more accidents happened like the last time…” There was a loud metal moving sound as the missiles are moved to the cargo bay in the lower decks. She put the helmet down and walked by to her room and turned the light on, she looked down and unclipped the recorder from her vest and uploaded the recorded data into her logs. She looked at her bed in the other room and sighed, when she stood she left the recorder going. She dropped her vest and body armor onto the bed before taking her military headband off and dropping it next to the armor, she dropped her two hand guns onto the bed next to the armor then dropped her dismantled rifle next to it. She looked around and went to the closet and opened the door soon after. She grabbed some normal clothing and put it on, then put her weapons and armor at the foot of the closet door. She looked over and noticed the recorder still on before walking over to it. She kneeled down and smiled at the recorder screen before closing its transmitter and left it to upload the date from the days earlier. She went to the bed and flopped onto it. She was too tired to move under the covers; Aelita just balled up and closed her eyes, resting and falling asleep soon after.

Aelita looked at her log book, there’s been thus far eight logs and they were a bit off track from the fist to the last. She grabbed the recorder and when to the living room and sat down, turning it on. She grabbed a few badges from her pocket; well more than just a few, more like seven. The first one was a LPI badge, then the next ones followed. LPI, Liberty Navy, LSF, KSP, Kusari Naval Forces, BPA and finally a BAF Badge. She moved them around in her hand before pinning them back on the cloth frame. She sighed and leaned back; where to start was the question again. She looked at the recorder silently and showed the cloth frame to it. “These badges are from my time in the houses…Really my first home I had was in Liberty, with the LPI, during that time I was just beginning to working on my first line of peaceful drones.” She lifted up her are showing the blue plate under her arm. “These ones were the first I made. Anyway my time in the first police force was short, I moved to the naval forces when I didn’t find my calling in the LPI’s ranks and forces.”

“During my time in the naval forces I made my two Danger’s plasma rifles.” She picked up two side mounted auto rifles and put them on her back where they folded up and hid against her back. “During my time in the naval force of Liberty, I grew closer to the LSF branch of work, even with my old Juneau I had at the time which was really no more than a lightly armed siege cruiser which right now is most likely has been scrapped. So I guess you might ask, why did I go from the naval forces to the LSF? Easy to answer; research and discovery. The LSF at the time were full of research on the Da’am Ko’Vosh at the time and knew more about them than most people did in Sirius. It was during this time I began to patrol Alaska more and more and began to see these greyish black ships belonging to people called the order. If only at the time I knew what I was getting into at the time…” She laughs lightly

“I learned about the nomads during my time in the LSF which…I guess upsetted my superior at the time…my ship was impounded and they attempted to arrest me and that’s when I fled to Omicron Minor…at first I thought I must have been high on Cardimine to have flown in a LSF Avenger into Minor but…I had nowhere else to turn really and when your pinned in Alaska and a cruiser is blocking the gate out and the other ways out lead to death, I choose Minor over Ellesmere. Anyways in Minor I had to explain why I fled to Order space but found the patrols greeting…less welcoming I guess, I stood down and was taken in by the patrol to Toledo and left my Avenger behind in space, only stuff on it really was LSF jacket uniform piece. After they read over my finds on Toledo I was given a new name, Aelita Stone. Yes my real name is Aelita Stone, before hand? Before had my name was just Captain or Officer Stone.”

“The reason was after I broke my fall back on my parent’s ships, I forgot most things about me, save things about my sister and parents, I forgot my name really and when the doctors asked I could not give an answer so they just went by my last name. Anyways my time in the Order still continues after now even with my side stops into the other houses. Like my time in Kusari as a State Police officer and Naval Force captain was rather short as they quickly found I was an Order agent and was ran out of Kusari.” She laughs lightly again “They ran me right into Rheinland, that’s when I found the Naval forces contacted the Federal police in Frankfurt at the time and when I got there I was greeted by…what was it…the boarder station, two fighters, a bomber and a secondary military gunship. Thank god for the Hessians at the time who saved me at the last moment. I was taken to another place to rest and recover; I also had to explain who and where I was from to them, they didn’t like the fact I was an Order agent but then someone stood up for me, sadly I won’t say his name out of respect but I can say he had an massive hate for OSI.”

“I was given a Hessian fighter and went on a few patrols in Rheinland with my new brother-like-figure. We mainly raided Republican Shipping ships and OSI ships. I went by the name of Pilot Stein or Pilot Stone for Libertonian. During an attack on one of my patrols with my wing leader at the time who was another person I trusted, a tipped Rheinland military gunship party ambushed our group. The first two fighters of our group went down fast. My wing leaders’ gunship engaged the other enemy gunship as I tried to fend off an enraged bomber pilot. After a few minutes the bomber went down and I went to help my wing leader…he told me to run as the enemy gunship went down. I asked why and soon I saw the military reinforcements incoming…two gunships, a bomber and two fighters…he told me to not turn back and to run to Bretonia, he uploaded the gate codes to me…I wanted to refuse and I think we knew that. He hacked my ship and auto-flew it to the gate via cruise…I watched as the reinforcements swarmed my captains ship…I was just out of contacts range when I saw the explosions going off of a fighter…for a moment I smiled then…I saw his gunship go up in flames…”

“I was in Omega three then I was found by the Bretonia forces who were skeptical of my appearance. I begged for some place to hide, to rest and recover then to leave by to Toledo…for a while I spoke to them of the past of what happened…most the time they laughed, not at me, but of what I did…they even found it joyful of how well I ticked off the KSP forces trying to arrest me. After a while they took me in on a Dunkirk class ship and I was given a place to rest and recover for a while. It was in Cambridge I heard the ships alarms go off and looked around. Me, having been given some clothing to wear which was…well you guessed it, a officers uniform, a soldier told me to get to a fighter and help clear out the Corsairs. When I got to the bay, I used a Templar and flew into space. Already I was fired upon by two Titans who were keen on not letting up. After shaking one of them, I turned on the second and engaged, I was at half hull damage when the titan went down and soon after I was engaged by another one.”

“In return just as I was about to go down, a gunship darted between me and the titan taking the fire and removing the angered Corsair from almost killing me. I used my last load of regen’s to make my way back to the Dunkirk. That’s when I thought I was going to be in trouble; the military captain who found me approached me in the bay but instead of being mad he gave me a badge of a police officer with the name, Officer Stone on it. He just smiled and said “for your troubles, I hope you accept.” Who was I kidding, I did yes. After that I was released into New London for a while; I even had a small home on New London. By small I mean it had about five rooms max and the kitchen and living space were hooked together. After a few raids on Kusari forces in Leed’s, I was given the chance to join the Armed Forces which I gladly took. My first few weeks in the Armed Forces I took command of a Churchill gunship and was tasked with patrolling the line between Kusari and Bretonia.”

“It was not before long I started looking back at Toledo and reports saying of the increasing nomadic and bounty hunter attacks. A year after I was accepted into the Armed Forces; I took my Templar, my logs, and a few other things I bought including a…well it was coffee mug really, that I got from my time in the Police Authority of Bretonia; I still use that same mug today when I drink coffee. Anyways I loaded my things including my pre-module of the XXV One which by now I had begun to make out of spare parts I got from destroyed Kusarian ships. I used a small Templar which by the time I was done, was loaded up with my thing I had left. I left a message to my wing leader, that man who I gained respect for and was in Magellan when I got a message from him. He respected my wish to return to Toledo however after finding out I was an Order agent, he had to place an arrest warrant on me. I looked back at the Leed’s jump hole then into the distance at the California Jump Gate; it took me a while to think before it hit me, while I was in the Order, I had stationed my Anax Gunship in Magellan to watch the war that was happened in the Tau’s and Leed’s.”

“I went to the Freeport and radioed for the Anchorage to pick me up. About two days later after staying on the IMG Freeport, the Osiris arrived and took my Templar aboard. I was in the bridge and looked at my rather worried crew who thought by now I had been killed or worse, captured by the Bounty Hunters. We were back in Toledo for about five months, I remember commissioning my other ships and paying…a lot of money for them…it was during this time the Genocide of Toledo happened…I was on my gunship escorting a transport out when a Bulldog Hunter Battlecruiser broadsided my gunship and boarded my ship, thank god my drones took care of the boarding parties to some extent…then the attack of the nomads happened and…I cryogenically frozen myself to survive the attack I guess…my ship was badly damaged and I could not leave it…” She puts the badges down “And where were my other ships at the time you might ask? Holding the line around Toledo till they fall back as well. It was horrible…I might have been frozen but I…could still see the destruction that befell Toledo and its people…all I wished for at that time was…really the warmth of something or someone rather than the sharp cold feeling that surrounded me…”

She shook a bit “Sadly I only got that a year and half later…by then I had fallen emotionless and wanting more of the darkness around me…not the evil kind of darkness; no no, I wanted to die…you see, the human mind can only take so much before it gives up…and I broke only with in the first few days of cryogenic link up...remember please, in cryo sleep I become the ship…and I felt as broken as it did, I could only partly see…feel…and above all it was so hard to think…with in the first week of cryogenic sleep I began to morn all those that died around the planet, person by person, even the hunters who were just doing their job…by the first month ended I was regretting everything that bad thing I cause to everyone I harmed to cause bad things to…second month I was in denial of everything around me…by then I was mentally losing it…four months in began the attacks, by attacks I meant parts of my ship shutting down which caused me pain in my cryogenic link sleep…by the seventh month I mostly was destroyed…my ship phasing in and out of power, causing myself to slip in and out of periodic coma’s…”

“During the seven months of cryogenic sleep I tried to send distress messages which I’m sure were drowned out by others in the same local area…I was in fear of dying over and over with the reoccurring comas…the pain was great as well and just wanted it to stop…the next month, month eight…things got worse with those three weeks I…nearly was driven insane by the reoccurring patterns that were happening…by now I lacked the ability to do many things…such as think correctly only for a few minutes before overloaded…as the coma attacks happened more and more, my fear increased…but then on month nine I saw…a figure in my coma…an odd looking one…that was the first time I saw Xana…it was strange seeing him…then I saw the Lyoko plane…at first I thought I had died but…I then realized I was in a virtual world…I listened to Xana sometimes as he showed me images…he can’t speak but I spoke with him in turn…this relived some of the stress that was on me…I developed my connect to Anax over the two next weeks into month ten…”

“Still however even on the Lyoko plane things grew worse for me as I tried to stay sane and alive…I kept showing up in Lyoko more often then I should of for the next few months…on the last month before I was found I feel into a five day long coma like state again…this time I was scared out of my mind because my ship and body had yet to wake up in those five days…then on the last moment everything went black…I felt my own body again and…I heard voices but barely heard them…I felt someone’s hand on my arm…I barely could more…I was scared and thought the Hunters had found me…for about five hours I sat in a room alone…I tried opening my eyes several times but the light was to great…sounds were only echoing around me softly…for about three days I heard people come in and out of my room and on the second day I heard someone talking to another person…the next day that person spoke to me…ask my name…and ask if he knew where I was…I got one of the two questions right in the least…when he told me I was in Omicron one hundred and was in the medical ward of the order station, a massive stress relief left me and I relaxed for the first time in…months…”

“I had been saved…and this time I had landed in friendly arms…instead of terroristic…or fighting…or combat…or even dead arms…I finally felt home…when I left I went to the Juneau…I never heard a more welcoming cry from my crew then I did when they found out I didn’t die…I felt at home…and…maybe that’s what I feel like that’s missing…maybe…that’s what’s messing with my head still…that massive set of…fear…and danger and death…it’s a massive shock…a scar maybe…a mental scar that keeps following me…maybe that’s it…I…maybe its all that possibility of death awaiting me I fear…that has to…maybe be…it is…” The log ends suddenly and abruptly