‘This tastes very rich.’ ‘It’s how it’s meant to taste.’ ‘Yeah, well I don’t like it.’
%%RECOVERED%% Repair Denial
REQUEST #914 DENIED //The trail goes deeper from here, and we must not stop until each transmission is dismantled.
%%RECOVERED%% Repair Request
EQUIPMENT REPAIR REQUEST {DELETION RECOVERED AT REQUEST OF S.J.} //Her reach extended further than any of us thought.
Postcard from Paradise
I told you I’d send you a postcard from paradise, right? To be honest, I feel like I left paradise to come here. I dream of it sometimes, being back on Amurin...
Flight Log #2980
A1: Ashen stars, I just want to go home. B1: Keep us on a straight course. Fleet's one jump out.
Flight Log #2877
A1: They’re mobilising us for what? B1: Parabus apparently. Commander has taken emergency powers, so they’re saying, and he’s sending us out to some Confederate outposts...
First Bullet
Now, when I say I shot first, I don’t mean a literal bullet. Well, actually, now that I think about it, it kinda is, but isn’t what you think. It’s a tad complicated. At least, it seems to be in my head...
Keep ’em Close
Piece of advice? Keep your cards close to your chest. You don’t know what anyone else has across the table, but they’re all wondering the same thing. Keep it that way...
The Gunslinger
You notice a tome of scattered pages that lies half buried beneath the rubble of what appears to once have been an air hanger. Kicking aside the debris, you pick up the paper and leaf through the handwritten notes...
Cell
The rock-slabbed cell wall felt cold against her back. Somewhere nearby, across the room that was akin to a pit sunk into the ground, a dripping noise echoed softly. It was the only sound that made its way to Vera’s ears...