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A Writer's Journey - Leveque - 10-21-2024 Ah, my dear home. Your lush forests, brimming with radience and wilderness. Your vast seas, ever so chaotic and merciless. Your cities, colliding in pearlescent carnival at every rotation around our sun. Your people, oh so sophisticated and dignified. Will my journey display remorse for parting ways with you, even if briefly? Or will I find inspiration, something worthy of being included in our culture? Such is the allure of adventure - a protagonist may only know the path that they embark upon, while the writer knows it all. Alas, whether if fate pre-determined all the twists and turns for my journey, or if all the encounters in my upcoming travels shall occur by mere chance - any will remain unknown to me. And that is the intrigue of it. Today, I send myself off to see the sights of the Sirius sector - its beauties, its atrocities, its wonders, its horrors. Witnessing it all is a sure way to gain inspiration for my final novel. Having gotten acquainted with the travelling advisory guide, I have charted a course of my own. A risky venture, for sure, yet space travel on its own is a dangerous affair. The first destination on my route is Rheinland. As it stands, it is also the only way to reach the Sirius Sector for any law abiding citizen, but I hope my one-off travel permit is soon on its way. In all honesty, I have barely ever left Saint-Denis - the only shape in which I know the rest of my space is through holographic imagery or video recordings. Today, this shall change. Ah, but alas, the first Gallic world I get to witness is the nest of dissidents and traitors - Marne. RE: A Writer's Journey - Leveque - 10-26-2024 Marne. Forever a lily brand upon the shoulder of my heritage. One shudders to perceive the magnitude of hatred that I posses for you. The dissidents that spawned out of your greasy carcass have driven my house into indignity, almost cost me my career as a writer, for I would never romanticize proletariat and paint the Council in good colors. And as the disease spread throughout, the outsiders whom we once considered as "allies" were quick to capitalize. In the end, as Gallia came to a reunion, your attempt at splitting our nation has became obsolete. Yet war could erase neither the stain from your soul, nor the brand that you have placed upon the tender yet valorous bod of my homeland. It is only in my hatred, in the moments when my muse abandons me, in the moments of deepest despair that I shall ever desire to meet you, for you serve to me as a reminder that even in my hardest of perils there may yet be something far inferior. Fortunately for me, I am a stranger to those predicaments. And thus, I shall never have to meet you again. And as I leave behind this treacherous world of labour, a view of inexpressible fascination is laid out before my very eyes. Unfathomable, infused with color - Cosmos. When the mankind first began to look at the sky at night, they wondered if they could ever reach the star. And as we finally crawled out of our cradle - an indefinite. Even the ill-mannered speech of that insufferable simpleton whom Rheinlanders refer to as their Keiser has almost made me wish to hang myself in shame for wasting my dear precious time on that occasion, I am still more than intrigued to see how the house looks like. I have been made aware of an ongoing working class uprising and of their utterly barbaric methods, so I will do my best to avoid any potential spots of gathering of such individuals, or their routes. Another word of warning was regarding the usage of hyperspatial anomalies, commonly referred to as Jump Holes. I dare not endanger myself nor my precious Comtesse, thus my route is laid out purely through the Trade Lane and Jump Gate network. And as such, I conclude my thoughts for tonight. While Zurich proved to be a hospitable place, time has come for me to see the world outside. RE: A Writer's Journey - Leveque - 11-02-2024 To say that my visit to Rheinland was a disappointing one would be a kindness. Immediately after entering the Alsace Passage, I was greeted by nothing more but a system with yet another refinery and a rumored high criminal activity. On my way to Stuttgart, I was greeted by a sight of one of their "proud" behemoths. Do Rheinlanders find joy in commanding spacecraft with such sharp angular structure? It is no wonder they have lost nearly every war that they were a part of. The absolute difference in sophisticated design of our Jump Gates and Lanes and theirs is honestly mind boggling. Not once have I seen something that had only "function" in its name. By all means, this is not even minimalism! It's plain, unsophisticated, and of all orientations, they chose the vertical axis. And I have a whole route of this ahead of me. I already miss my dear home. Poetically and ironically, Cologne is a perfect mirror of Champagne in that regard - a poor sight, bearing scars of former weaknesses. I would much rather have the Alsace Passage to be a grand alley for tourists and corporations alike. Instead, it is nothing more but a commerce corridor, enveloped with unprocessed scrap on both sides. I weep for the days when my house had a mysteriously beautiful junction into Kusari space through the Crow nebula. Alas, I could never see it for myself - only through imagery. My first stop in Rheinland was to be Baden Baden - a famed planet-wide luxurious resort. If there is one thing I have to commend the Sirians for, it would be their prowess in leisure. Despite of all the crowds who I found to be most despicably mannered, the beaches always remain clean. Normally, I find beach sand to be irritating and coarse, yet this smooth silken texture was nothing I would ever come to expect. Yet not all was without an inconvenience. I deny myself no opportunity to sunbathe under a real sun, yet I could not spend an hour without unwanted attention. Is it considered normal in their cultures to block the sunlight with their bare figures in an attempt to gain a lady's attention? Some were even audacious enough to attempt to lay by my side. Do the Sirian ladies find some sort of appeal in those flirtatious moves? Such a barbaric approach. To my fortune, their tastes end on the visuals - it would only take me to remark their rotten origin for me to earn my privacy back. To summarize, Baden Baden was a lovely time with some inevitable yet not unforeseen problems. However, that would be the only time I descend planetside in Rheinland. The frigid climate of New Berlin would be most inconvenient for me, and I hold no interest neither in Stuttgart, nor in Hamburg. My next point of interest lies in the no man's land - the Sigma-19 system and its crown jewel, the Hawaii. RE: A Writer's Journey - Leveque - 11-08-2024 A joy beyond compare, to bask in your vast, frigid, azure embrace, oh the Crow Nebula. The elating sensation of traversing through your beauty of which mankind could only tell folktales and legends before harnessing space travel. To see your fruits nourishing the Sirian colonies. Yet to your flower, there is a thorny stem. As beautiful you are, there are no doubt those wishing to use the dimness you provide and strike upon the innocent for their good and wealth. As the vast seas of the Caribbean on the ancient Earth, so beautiful, with a promise of virgin land, so do you contain pesky pillagers and persons of questionable morals. To my fortune, of that I know only from words of passing merchants and forewarnings of travel advisors. A tendency I would enjoy to have preserved. And indeed, right there on horizon - the Edge. A vast emerald space, the cold frontier. Indeed, even as one would gaze upon the stars from my home, the Edge nebula would be a sight of note. Yet, as grand as it is, it is a land of no law. A land where man's worst tendencies surface and manifest. A land where survival can only be done with combat proficiency. A land without civilization, without culture, where synapses in one's mind come to short-circuit, where any cognitive activity is expunged by survival instincts. And as an accommodation to this brutality, the despicable freaks from Malta that attempted to poison my culture with their drug have also emerged from this veiled meadow. Though it deserves not the hatred that I possess for Marne, the Edge inspires only one feeling in my heart - fear. And as such, I would do my utmost to avoid it, along with its residents. Gladly, it is as far as I allow myself to deviate from the global trading route. My next destination is set in New Tokyo. My uneasy feelings about the Kusari government and military aside, it has been my long-time ambition to immerse in their culture. For it is not the towering sights that I desire, but fashion.