My name is Lieutenant Lilian Quione, the last living crew member aboard the cruiser Cascadia. This ongoing log will be my final recount to the remnants of the Terran Accord, and a report of the AWOL Cascadia.
65 days ago, Terran Standard Calendar Date April 2554, we received the message from the Cosmic Navy. The final messages ordering us to return home. The war had ended, and Terra had surrendered to the Affini Compact. Within eight hours of that summons being received by the Cascadia, the decision was made among my crew that we would continue without the TCN. Our jump drive has taken us all across the Sol System, running aimlessly in hopes of finding fellow Terran loyalists, or at least buying enough time to decide on a course of action.
46 days ago, our connection to the Terran Cosmic Navy was cut, presumably due to its termination. This disconnect from home left half of our ship's systems borderline-nonfunctional, including the security measures.
34 days ago, two of my crewmates disappeared. No signs of a struggle, no evidence of an enemy ship. Merely gone without a trace.
After a week, only two thirds of us remained.
A week after that, only a handful.
Up until yesterday, there was no one but the captain and myself.
This morning, she was gone too.
There's enough supplies aboard the Cascadia to keep me alive for the foreseeable future. However, my time is now limited. I only have a cursory knowledge on piloting a Terran Cruiser-class ship, and I have no knowledge of any surviving Terran territory for me to flee to.
Eventually, I will die. Whether that be by starvation, a ship malfunction, or my capture and execution by the weeds that took my home from me.
Until then, I remain.
Lt. Lilian Quione
Spiritus Invictus.