#pyemmarrie

SHIP LOG DATED 20th October, 3304.

It wasn’t too long ago when I called this place home. Just a few months ago I’d spend every second of free time coming in and out of that mail slot, assisting Noirceur and trying to make our little corner of space important. Just trying to leave a mark for myself. 

That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I want to be remembered. When I breathe my last breath and close my eyes, I want to be remembered. 

But that’s not how it worked out this time.

After months of hard work, working long hours for just a few dozen credits, this is what I’m rewarded with. A dying faction, left in the hands of complete morons, an empty station, and a psychotic child with messiah complex and a vendetta against my friends.

I suppose that’s what you get when you put all your faith into people like her.

We’ll overcome her soon enough. She’s passionate in her hatred, but we’re stronger. We’ll take this challenge as we take any challenge. Head first, with an army of allies behind us. 

The Reign, The Clan, The Unkindness, The Conroi and The Shoal. Alone we are nothing. Together, we’re invincible.