Christopher Edwards, Battleship Akhetaten, New Berlin System, 812 A.S.
The first month went by pretty quickly. Our patrols were much more frequent, resupplies had to be done in half the time, for reasons the crew does not know we are in a rush. Its as if we were expecting something to happen, preparing for it, and now we are caught off- sirens are heard in the background, along with the Captain ordering all hands at battle stations on the radio. Chris turns off the video feed.
A few days later. . .
That was a rather interesting encounter. Neither me nor the crew know what we went up against. The... "thing" was a vessel, a semi-transparent purple-tainted vessel, nightmare material. Felt like the thing came straight out of some old bedtime stories. It had some sort of cloaking generator, we never saw it coming. The moment it was sighted, it opened fire, the fight was rough, but the "thing" ended up cloaking and leaving the sector shortly thereafter. The Captain appears worried ever since that encounter. Almost as if this thing was not the reason we came here for.... I can't help but wonder; if that wasn't the reason we were sent here, then what was?
The next day. . .
Today the Captain debriefed us on our recent... encounter. Command didn't think we would face this type of threat, not as early at least. They seemed to be called Nomads, and apparently there's a lot more of them out there than we thought.... The things the Rheinland scientists had inbound from the Omicrons? Nomadic Artifacts... We were sent here as overwatch. We are here to make sure nothing goes south. It all makes sense now. I thought the Nomads were gone for good after the Nomad war... God I was wrong.
Command wants us to remain on high alert.
A few months later. . .
Weird things have started occurring. Even I find it hard to believe my own eyes at times. Infested... humans. We have been raided by countless amounts of human-manufactured ships, controlled by... human-Nomad hybrids. The scientists studying this refer to these monsters as "Wild", and they are capable of insane things.
I'm starting to have my doubts whether we will ever be returning home... let alone returning home in one piece. The patrols get more ominous each day, and the emptiness of space is only making things worse. The attacks against us get more frequent each passing week. Sleeping at nights is getting progressively harder and the fear of an imminent attack is overwhelming.
