Restless Nights

[Caliban]

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-> 19th of August 828 A.S

[10:00 PM]

The Docking Bay's speakers spoke loudly. A mechanic voice announced the arrival of the Station's Owner. A Marauder slowly descends on the landing pad, followed by its engine to slowly shut down. The young man climbed out of the cockpit, then threw himself off the ship's short wing as he slid on it towards the floor. He took a moment to glance at the numerous droids working tirelessly to add structure to the Station. While far from done, it at least took a more aesthetically pleasing shape. A droid awkwardly walked towards Vincent, resembling the walk of a penguin. "Vincent! Why are you not responding to my messages!?I've explicitly told you to take your vitamins in the morning and after lunch! You did none of that!" it said with a mechanic voice, angry at the forgetful redhead. "Sheesh, you're really going at it. Calm down before you blow a fuse, man." he frowned as he replied to the droid before phasing out for a moment. He stared at the machine as it made erratic gestures with its hands left and right in anger. "I'll head to my room, I guess....'promise I won't forget tomorrow. he said as he walked away, leaving the droid to continue its chaotic movement even after he left.


[10:45 PM]

Vincent opened the door to his room. One filled with various posters pasted poorly on the walls, most depicting the Xenos, while some would depict the Nomads. The latter ones were mostly placed around the only table in the room. A metal table filled with trinkets, home-made gadgets, an old "toy" or two and a computer using mildly outdated tech. Vincent took his jacket off, hanging it behind the door before crashing into his creaky bed. Not the tidiest bed of the bunch, but nobody would expect less from someone with a chaotic mind. He picked up a voice recorder and pressed on the only button it had, followed by a red LED to brighten up at it's side. "So...ole' journal. I've done absolutely nothing again. Although I- oh, screw it. he said, stopping midsentence to gently throw the recorder in the trash by his bed - a whole cluster of empty junk food bags, soda cans and a bottle or two of whiskey. "I've got no more ideas on how to keep these recordings as interesting as they get. Whole operation's a mess. Damien knows about the expedition to that Ancient System. At least he's not mad...I think. I'm still not sure about Raven's condition and- I'm talking alone. Cool,
Vinny. Very cool. he continued before getting up.

He took a seat before spending a minute or two to calm down. Eventually, he grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper to write something down. And a poor writing style at that.

Finish building up Station! Ask Raven about her illness. She probably won't respond. Ask again anyway. Meet the Harbinger again. With proper questions this time. Get some food. Help Raven. Help Damien. Find a way to Alberta !!!Be a hero!!!

After writing down the list, Vincent took a piece of adhesive and pasted the sheet on his poster wall, covering half of a fairly well drawn Nomad Warform.


[4:00 AM]

It was getting late, and all Vincent had done was browsing through the pictures he took as of late Alberta, the Harbinger, Vagrants with different behaviors, Sunflare Anomalies and the Anomaly Cluster which mangled a Liner. He scrolled through them for so long that saliva began dripping out of his mouth onto his favorite T-Shirt, nearly falling asleep in the process. Eventually the picture shuffling stopped at the Collapsing Jump Gate, engulfed by the Dark Matter. Whether the Gate was slowly starting to cease absorbing matter or not is yet to be figured out. A glimpse of a vanishing blue cloud was spotted by the center of the structure, which would be associated with The Harbinger, yet as things tend to defy logic, so does the Harbinger in his actions and nature.

Unfortunately, the snorting noise was beginning to fill the room as Vincent fell asleep. Head leaned backwards against the chair, hands crossed with the remote controller clutched between them, and legs stretched towards the table - one over the other. All he could think of were theories that may or may not be real. And if asking Damien for aid was a slow suicide or the smartest choice he could ever do. Without Raven to be in a decent condition, he couldn't risk taking her in another dangerous expedition.

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