#deradune

Two years ago, March 1st.

It has been a month since I recovered from the crash of Edge of Indominar and being one of the 15 survivors who made it out. I still mourn my captain and the crew but it has been a relief to travel to Deradune by request of Draken tribe for the hunt. While the tribe recommended melee weapons for the hunt, they made an exception for me to use firearms due to not physically acceptable in close quarters instead. Since I came to Nexus with little personal properties, at least that hadn’t been burned in the crash, I am just hunting with only my T-shirt, standard issue trousers, boots, gloves, and Fleet-Custom handgun. The two Pumeras, Spectre and Shadow, were declared as my first worthy hunt with confirmation from the two Huntresses, who saw me tracking them down and slaying both of them in three shots (Two direct hits, and a “mercy” kill). I returned to the Draken village with the skull of the two Pumeras and put them on the spike. Though one of the Huntresses prefer that I slew them with a spear, he was nonetheless impressed that a posh officer like myself can hunt on her own.

2 Years Ago, March 16th

The morning after the evacuation, I paid a visit to an anomaly where a verdant forest appeared inside a red earth of Savannah. The scientists were there and they were perplexed by it. I went inside and saw some sort of giant Aurin. Did the Exiles discover how to mutate themselves into hulks?

2 Years Ago, March 17th

I was requested by a local scout to look for a Lord who was kidnapped by the Marauders last week. I went there on my own with my armor and pair of pistols. Soon, I finally met him unconscious near the ship. Then I found the pirate leader, Poopdeck Magrac, which his name cracked me up even after he was blown away by an explosive shell. I took his bike and went back to safety.

Two years ago, March 14th

Attached to the journal was a letter sent by a Dominion official in the region.

“Dear Lieutenant Valeria Caesarius,

If you are reading this message, you must have discovered it with a package with a combat armor inside. I sent these two as a way to congratulate on your combat credentials since you arrived on Nexus. This combat armor is built to protect while preserving mobility that is utilized well by Voidcasters like you. Furthermore, the armor itself had been treated by sigil masters to provide protections to what rudimentary life support system (vacuum seals, built-in datachron, and temperature controls) to survive exposure to the void realm that is known to disrupt electrical sensors. I hope you are satisfied with it.

To the topic, you are to go to the local Vigilant-Blood Covenant Cooperation Commission located near the graveyard as it also acts as a staging area for your future assignment.

Your consolation,

Lady Penelope Calamus, Procurator of Draken Village“

Two Years Ago, March 13th

Once again, I went to a Chua field testing area to help them out with new gadgets like this aggressor. Also, I have to rescue the trapped interns and have to take a look at their newly bred Chompacabra. On second thought, I was to put him down but it will be quite difficult as it already killed the previous one sent to euthanize it.

Two years ago, March 12th

This is war, we have burnt one of their banners at the highest of their hill. I have convened with the Village Clanlord and the Chua group leader over retaliation plan for attacking the diplomatic mission and expressing intent to declare war on “ground walkers”. No quarters are to be given, their village will be razed.

Two years ago, March 10th-11th

I managed to write my journal today after an incident yesterday involving diplomacy with Falkrin. I never liked Lord Superbus, which his arrogance put me off. So I had to fight my way out and ask for help to rescue the diplomats and retaliate the Falkrins for their assault on the diplomatic party to Dominion. This will be my moment to write before we head out.

Two years ago , March 8th

The Draken Village is calling for aid against a Moodie tribe, who fought and routed from a raid against me and the hunting party six days ago. Fortunately, our expedition had returned from Terminid nest and sent me along with a few capable fighters in acceptance of their request. I and the unit found that the clash had already begun when a group Drakens and Moodies began skirmishes with duels. Our timely arrival with ranged weapons allowed the frontline to push further towards the Moodie tribe, which a full battle began as large numbers of sorcerers and warriors launched a frontal assault. While the gun line caused large casualties and a rout for the wave of Moodie spears, they were nonetheless successful enough to distract the majority of our forces from the flanks where their well-honed sorcerers devastated fresh Draken recruits posted there. This is when we realized that this Moodie tribe had some sense of tactics as they try to utilize their large numbers to surround us while thinning our defense lines. So the leader of the war party sent a few seasoned soldiers and me to sally out and harass the Moodie tribe while we’re still within that range. As I scouted ahead and prepare to raid, we discovered that the Moodie had conducted a ritual to revive long-dead creatures to aid them in their upcoming attack. So we quickly dispatched the Moodie and the ape-like skeletons crumbled without being fully made.

Night, March 8th

The raid had yielded more results than expected and the leader sent two more to end the battle. Soon, we discovered the lair of their leader from their sparsely defended village with their dwindled warriors. All of us made a coordinated rush with stronger warriors slaughtering the unliving beasts and the sorcerers while I tried to open fire at the head Moodie, whose rituals shrugged off my round. Then suddenly, a skeletal Garr appeared and charged at me but I rolled and fired off a charged round that killed it. Another one appeared but the Draken managed to block its bite with his blade before kicking its head. Then I quickly fired off all rounds to the ritual totems and symbols that weakened the shield enough for the regrouped warriors to quickly kill the head Moodie. The commotion alarmed the guarding Moodies and had to return to the main party, who decided to make a final assault on disorganized enemies. Soon the decisive victory was made and all of us returned home.