Journey of the heart

[Machelvanius]

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Encryption: JAasc823Personal
ID: Jari Aalto
Target: Private Logs
Subject: Not Specified
Location: Freeport 11, Delta

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823 A.S., 6.14

Battlegroup Auxesia. Now, it’s all I’ve got left. The old crew in Omega 49 still leave me messages, but that life isn’t for me anymore. There’s a cause behind this . . . a drive, a passion. I’ve been assigned to the Logistics division. Seems I have a knack for shipping. Of course, that comes with the territory . I’ve been getting quite a bit of feedback from Hunt, lately. He promoted me to Guardian today. It was a good feeling to be appreciated.

These long hauls are rather lonely without the Hussar escorts. The worst of it is getting here to Freeport 11 and finding the dock-master in charge of repairs knew my parents. He showed me where they were found. I left a memorial for them hanging from a light fixture. No one will probably notice it, but I remember them. The kindest hearts in the galaxy . . . destroyed because of greed and territorial chest pounding. It’s a shame and a tragedy.

I see that the current contract is going to be quite a meticulous one. I had to fly completely out of the way to make a decent profit for the return trip fuel. We have to put something in those coiffures or there will be hell to pay. I heard about some passengers looking for passage out here from Newcastle. I think I’m going to check it out. Maybe they’ll liven up the trip a little.

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THE IMBALANCE OF POWER is a construct of THE MIND systemic to the reactions between the subjects of the system. POWER is given by those who acknowledge such power. REFUSAL to acknowledge power removes that power for THE REBEL; however, it produces anomalies in interactions throughout the system. These ANOMOLIES cause the UNPREDICTABLE nature of the system that all users CRAVE.

[Machelvanius]

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Encryption: JAasc823Personal
ID: Jari Aalto
Target: Private Logs
Subject: Not Specified
Location: Barrier Gate, Coronado

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823 A.S., 7.2

I was promoted to Templar last week. Moving up doesn't seem that hard here. There's still some things I don't understand, but I'm just a simple zoner learning to cope in a crazy world after all the chaos. I've managed to procure a nice fighter. The Eagle is quite fun to fly, but I managed to get my hands on a Switchblade. I have to work on my percision with that one.

I've been finding good routes lately. Mostly boring ore runs but they help feed the machine. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one dedicated to logistics at this point, save for the occasional Hussar or two on security detail. Hopefully, we'll see some more convoys before long, that's the way I prefer to fly.

This afternoon we had a trip out to the Omicrons. There was a probe that had sent back some readings in the Delta system of some obscure and peculiar readings. A couple of wings got together and we went to discover if indeed there was anything of note in the system. We got to a strange cloud, full of some gas. The others called it Azurite gas, but my instruments weren't capable of detecting it. There were some incredible structures that looked formed by intelligent creatures.Then upon looking closer one of the wing found what appeared to be a doorway. I was so enthralled by the structures that I hadn't even noticed the comms about it. Eventually, we were called back to Freeport 11 to secure the samples that were taken.

I was sent with a wing to look into some reports from Omicron Lost. We found some Iridium there, but nothing else. It appears to be a good moniker for that system. We headed back to Omicron Delta and while we were there we discovered another of the Ingenious Research Group, this time it was Herr Von Goeben. He went with us back to the cloud where the structure was and we had the time to explore a little more. The inside was absolutely deadly and marvelous.

As I flew around inside I was suddenly aware that there were silent turrets all along the walls slowly eating away at my shield. At first I thought it was part of the rooms allure but then I realized there was a hypnotic effect in the way everything was laid out. We were met by a Nomad Battleship and an Interceptor at the site, luckily the Von Goeben made it away before the hostilities ensued. We were ordered to fire on the Nomad Interceptor, but the Battleship was just too much. They were spurting off something about 'light', 'lies', and 'we know your mind' or some other such incoherent blurbs, but we all managed to make it out alive. The flight to Coronado was uneventful. Quite a day.

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THE IMBALANCE OF POWER is a construct of THE MIND systemic to the reactions between the subjects of the system. POWER is given by those who acknowledge such power. REFUSAL to acknowledge power removes that power for THE REBEL; however, it produces anomalies in interactions throughout the system. These ANOMOLIES cause the UNPREDICTABLE nature of the system that all users CRAVE.