Voice Log #13
Time: Day 20, 1800
Location: Sigma 19
*Dead air permeates from the playback for several seconds before a sad voice is heard*
So many events have befell me as of late... Some of which I cannot recall. The stockpile of Azurite A6 I once kept has been moved to open space for safety purposes, and despite my best attempts at disposal, it was not possible... I have contacted The Order Overwatch concerning my research, and the task of aiding me has been placed in the capable hands of Operative Lannox and Schultz. I have yet to advance the assets that they have provided, for my findings on this sample have been mostly in open space... It seems to have a mind of its own, drawing energy from the field, using three-phase power in random sequences, never repeating... I've done my best to create a static energy field around it, but despite forming a gravitonic, molecular, and positronic shield around the sample, it wasn't until I included electromagnetic shielding, thermal shielding, and nuclear shielding that the sample ceased to take additional power... That is until a strange nomad appeared today. Destiny's Eye... I can still see it clearly, haunting my thoughts... It was composed of this substance... of Azurite; and the sample seemed to know. It took all of the power in my ship to counteract it's ability to manipulate gravitational fields... I had no weaponry, and hardly had thrusters to evade Nomad energy blasts. The Eye jumped in wave after wave of Nomad forces, all to be fortunately destroyed by Zoner, Core, and Order vessels... It's power wasn't even close to depleted when it decided to leave... This is what I fear...
After the attack, I decided that I should go back to House space to bid farewell to those I could call "friends," to which I successfully was able. Raven spoke that she would be in the Omicrons soon, she sounded distressed, and her work accomplished in Liberty seemed transgression-filled at best. After much hunting, I found Kole; she was unwell, and another voice spoke with her... It was disturbing, but I had no choice but to trust that the voice would keep her safe. This was when I realized that so much time has passed since this project started... I feel empty, tired, and alone. I truly hope the Order has enough insight on this subject to at least use it for their benefit.
For now, I must rest, but I have to move back to Delta... This work is far from over... Damn, I miss you Markus...
*The sound clips out as the recording ends*
