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Hussaini · 10-19-2017, 08:25 PM,

::Log One
::Audio Playback
::18/10/824

"And so it came to be that we slipped into the shadows once more. The Illuminated brethren are disseminated and dispersed over the sector, each one working on their own, or as part of smaller cells. The final cycle is to be completed, before we become free of cycles altogether."

"Our fleet is mothballed and sequestered among dark places, the darkest we could find. The agents move about of their own volition. Communications ceased, the relays that buzzed day and night lay silent. I know little of what became of Nomak; Much less of the Doctor's fate. Dispersed to the fullest, scattered - but not destroyed. Though this is only for a time. It may be weeks, months, even years, but we will be reunited again. We are always reunited, the indoctrination is thorough and deep, they will feel the call when the time is right. Solve et Coagula."

"The shocking developments in the theater of Maltese politics have proven the timing of this decision to be quite apropos. And while I would much like to claim some sort of foresight on my part, or on the part of the other two corners of the pyramid - it remains just that; An opportune fluke. A miraculous evasion of consequences. I dread to think what would have transpired had we remained active and in plain sight during this shift in allegiances. They can have our empty fortresses, what good that will do them. But we'll get to that, in time."

"Right now, I have to look out for my own immediate interests, and that of my daughter. I've arranged temporary accommodations, though I'll have to find a more permanent solution, sooner rather than later. I'll need to find a fitting angle to play - though prospects are hardly short, in this time of turmoil."

Spoiler

"I wasn't prepared for this sort of...tolerance. It seems that during the assault of the Gallic lion, the eagle either fails or neglects to notice the serpent. The modulation of my cloak engine by the Terminus techs was quite fortunate for such occasions, as it now allows for the concealment of my ship's peculiar characteristics and ever increasing growth of biomechanic matter, both from the scanner and the naked eye. And while I have no interest in money, the favors sound useful. Depending on their form of course, a gallic victim here and there might just be an acceptable price to pay."

"It seems I'll be staying around Liberty for some time longer. Find some new contacts...visit old friends; See what sort of gain I could extract from the chaos. All patiently - and in good spirits. The Light shines the way."

Hussaini · 10-24-2017, 10:10 PM,

::Log Two
::Audio Playback
::24/10/824

"My efforts proceed at a languid pace. I've not been able to latch onto anything of import. And even though there wasn't a shortage of hostile pilots crossing my path, I haven't been able to hunt down and execute any Gallic aces. They always move in packs. Smarter than anticipated. Very frustrating; I might have to rethink my focus. Perhaps an investment in the Rogues' human trafficking ring? They have been awfully quiet, their transports infrequent - be it credits they lack? I guess I'll find out, soon enough."

"I have to keep myself occupied, that much is clear. Between waking boredom and nightly dreams of darkened skies, blood rains and the ghosts of the dead from my past, I find myself without a focus. The lack of affairs to manage is taking a toll on me, so much that even Sara senses it. She too complains of extreme boredom, of loneliness. One of the men I paid to keep an eye on her reported her sneaking out of the quarters I arranged for us. Resourceful, but disobedient; I'll have to correct that. Perhaps I could buy away some of her discomforts? A pet? An android companion? We shall see."

"I wonder about the fates of the others. Nomak, Synk, even Ossari, for some strange reason, has been appearing in the back of my head. It might be prudent to break the protocol in favor of contacting some of them. Perhaps my fortune would change if I had someone to delegate to the more menial tasks; Someone to cover my rear. Perhaps...even Them? They could certainly help, but...no, I've already asked for and received too much. Best save the best for last."

Hussaini · 11-15-2017, 12:40 AM,

::Log Three
::Audio Playback
::15/11/824

"A welcome change of pace. Much has occurred during the past month. In between the usual roaming and skulduggery, I've finally managed to secure a concrete arrangement with the powers that be, or rather a power in Bering. Cardamine will flow again, at a reduced price to be sure, but flow nonetheless. May the profligates inhale deep and multiply, fill our coffers and serve our purpose when the hour comes. All pieces fall into places, sometimes even all by themselves."

"Nomak and Ossari have both been officially reactivated; Ossari himself admitted into the ranks of the triumvirate as a replacement for the good Doctor. Temporary or permanent? That remains to be seen, depending on Synk's fate. For now, he will serve us and the Great Work well, his ambitions seem to be in sufficient alignment. As such, the vow has been renewed under a burning sun, and the pyramid has its cornerstones restored. Only the apex remains, the missing piece that must come soon."

"I will continue to work and strive, in a roundabout way, but with that goal in sight - always. First things first, a gentle approach to the local politics and black market. I will force Dunn out of whatever vomit-covered den of degeneracy he's hiding in, and put him in charge of the Euphrates. The old transport still has a role to play in the grand scheme of things. Other transports could join it along the way, but I doubt that will be necessary just now. All things considered, they are more likely to be reactivated when the signal goes up for everyone."

"And when the illuminated signal is released into sub-space, all will hear and behold. The stars themselves will dim in anticipation of what is to come. The wake-up call is coming, and soon. "

Hussaini · (This post was last modified: 07-26-2018, 09:21 PM by Hussaini.)

It slithers and coils.
Render unto the Serpent its desire.

::Log Four
::Direct Mindstream
::03/03/825

I've neglected this. But then again, its been a busy time. We've restored some semblance of security, and resumed our fight for what is right. The resurgence is now complete. Complete, yet far from the end state; The ambition that drove us this far must be fed with more, always more - it's never enough. [Information corrupted, memories reform and collapse on themselves.]

As for myself, I've been looking outwards. And in looking outwards, I've gained understanding of the inwards. I've tended the seed planted in this ship under the purple haze of Moros, and the vine that sprung has grown according to the effort. The pure crystal seeps through the profane metal, and the melding brings out beauty. Light from darkness, Perfection from imperfection. Odd, almost as if it's more beautiful for being hideous in the past. The form will soon be complete, and the shroud that concealed it until now will fail. After that, destiny will guide and fate will determine.

I can no longer ignore, it has a will of its own, and it compliments mine.

Hussaini · 03-14-2018, 11:11 PM,

The Serpent is weary.
A cold rock to rest under.

::Log Five
::Direct Mindstream
::14/03/825

I've arrived in Alpha today. After a short chat with Doctor Tumicelli - whom I was rather pleased to see - I made my way towards Santa Verna. The hollowed out moon of Carinea. The refuge for the silenced and disenfranchised, out of sight, out mind - in the depths of the Siniestre. Full of mad prophets, self-proclaimed messiahs, gurus and political prisoners. Of secrets, confusion and...beauty. Most people would describe this place as eerie and maddening. But they cannot feel the all-pervasive, almost electrical crackling in its air. The chorus of directionless whispers coming from those who, through Cardamine and practice, brought their minds to the brink of transcendence. The nascent Light connection of those who on Malta would be considered 'insane'. Almost like newborn children, curiously exploring a newfound world. How I love this place.

But as much as I would like to explore, immerse and understand, I've far more important matters to attend to. The next step of our plans for Malta and its people has been set in motion. I must coordinate with my agents and push this operation more expeditiously. For now, more than ever, time is short. The window of opportunity has started, and we must exploit it to the fullest. The Light will guide us.

Hussaini · (This post was last modified: 03-30-2018, 03:51 PM by Hussaini.)

To soar unrestrained.
My soul and the cosmic winds - intertwined.

::Log ▗▓ ▟
::SYS:CORRUPT
::▚▒14/03/825▁░

The modulated shroud has failed, just as I predicted; The hungry crystalline vessels siphon the power core's energy. But I am not concerned. The time for hiding has passed. There is a fleeting sensation of comfort, even, that washes over me periodically. After all I had done; All that I saw, all that I built and all that I sacrificed, I've finally reached a milestone. I know that the Commune would perpetuate itself, even if I were gone. It is no longer a puppet construct; But a creature with a will of its own. I am no longer the Atlas on whose shoulders rests the world. But that does not mean my work is done. The opposite.

There is always more to experience and achieve. I see so much more. New possibilities open every day. I know now, that it was always my destiny to walk this path. The suffering received and suffering inflicted, merely the payment for entry into the realm of existence that awaits me. The prize that I am entitled to. I no longer fear my non-existence; For it is evident - either through the Matrix, or through some other means - I will never die. My path forward was written before all time. Eternity calls to me. It is the least of what I deserve.

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