To: Ansel Xavier

[Camille Gabriel]

Marechal,

I'm aware that it has taken me some time to send this transmission. Perhaps longer then is reasonable. Nonetheless, I hope you can forgive the delay. I had hoped to get my thoughts in order, to provide you, and I, with a clear report of what I saw. The more I focus on what happened, the more unlikely it seems that I will be able to do so.

I'm unsure how much of my fighter's log, or what survived of it, you've reviewed. There has been little enough recovered intact, from what I have seen. There's something there that the records can't capture. When- Whatever it was I saw out there communicated, it spoke directly into my mind. Suddenly, I'd be thinking thoughts that weren't my own. It just swept my consciousness away like sand before a tide. I must sound crazy, but that is the best way I can describe it. I couldn't make sense of most of what it said, if it said anything at all.

Whatever it was, it's been watching us a very long time. I think it means to keep watching.

I've attached what I could salvage from my Caracal's logs. Perhaps the field disrupted recording. If, if, you know what that thing was, I would be very grateful for an answer, Marechal, because I have none to offer.

Camille Gabriel
La Légion Étrangère Gauloise

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[Rodent]

Comms ID:Grand Marechal Ansel Xavier
Comms Encryption: High
Comms Priority: High

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Ansel appears on screen, his face contemplative and his hands folded behind his back.

Camille.

That happens to be an area I've done a fair amount of research in. That was a Nomad you saw. An alien species, properly known as the Slomon K'Hara. Long before I joined the Navy, I left on a Sirius-wide expedition, to know more about these creatures.

They appear to be ancient guardians constructed by a sapient species, the Dom K'Vosh. The K'Vosh disappeared millions of years ago living very little trace apart from a few derelicts and wrecks. The Sirians awoke them during the course of scientific research in the Edge Worlds....You can imagine how the Aliens might have reacted. It was their home long before any human arrived here after all. A war resulted, with them nearly winning but being pushed back by the actions of an organization called the Order.

[He narrowed his eyes, turning his face sideways for a brief moment before focusing intently on the screen once more.]

They still survive, although in a diminished capacity. Royal Navy pilots haven't had much contact with them, and we're working on figuring out if these Aliens are a threat. Early contact with them yielded mixed results. And your experiences with them may prove valuable in moving that agenda forward....but that information is best not shared over this comm channel. A face-to-face meeting at some point would be best.

[He nods, face relaxing from grim intensity into merely a focused gaze.]
Xavier out.

[Camille Gabriel]

Ansel,

I heard of the Order while I was in Liberty, briefly. A top-secret group of agents hiding in the the shadows, they sounded like a conspiracy theory dreamed up by a five year old at the time. I suppose this throws a new light on things.

The one I met didn't seem like a guardian. It felt too aware.

[She paused, composing herself.]

As you say, it's a matter better discussed in person. I'll be aboard Oubli, finalizing a few things for Trident for the next two days.

Camille Gabriel
La Légion Étrangère Gauloise

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