Firebrand, Day 0000+29
Captain's Log 8

Another mission completed, another night spent wondering where it all went wrong. I feel as though no matter what we do, nothing ever feels right or good.

People keep reminding us that the entire fate of the sector does not rest on our shoulders, so why does it feel that we get blamed for everything that goes wrong? Is it our responsibility or isn’t it? Why are our mistakes always made out to be so much grander than our successes?

We found a cloning facility underneath the dome in Promia. They were making Sevens, hundreds of them. The ones we found were “rejects” with no psychic abilities, planned to be destroyed with the entire facility around us. But we learned that there were 15 successes. 15 clones of Seven, all with powerful psychic abilities. “Michael” is dead, and we killed another in the facility, but that leaves 13 left to terrorize the sector.

Every day the chances of the sector surviving seem more grim than the last.

It seems that the Endless Cycle has also weaponized the Former pathogen. One of the “bug ladies” shot syringes at several of the crew members that caused them to immediately begin to turn. Theyrn was able to stop the spread with a quick amputation of his foot, and I was barely able to stop Joseph from transforming, but by the time I got to Remi it was too late to stop it. It was all I could do to keep her from losing herself.

We sold our revivitus sleeve to the Sister’s. In exchange, Remi gained upgrades to her eye, Theyrn got the bomb removed from his neck, and we received 500,000 credits besides. Perhaps we could have gone for more, but we managed to upset Mask in the process of negotiations so I did not want to press too hard. I hope we do not regret selling it.

John is threatening to leave again. He was not happy to see the Former population of our crew doubled.

He suggested we try to bring the sector’s leaders together to discuss banding together to stop the looming threat. I am willing to try, but we seem better at making enemies than friends.

I am worried about Mehiri, but I am reminded that my companions do not share the depth of my concern for their wellbeing. As captain I could give the order to go there first regardless of what the others say, but I cannot afford to have everyone upset with me.

Every day I feel more and more as if I just want to go home and wait for it all to end, but I am not even sure where home would be at this point.

Promia, Day 0000+26
Captain's Log 7

Tonight in dreams, the vision came again.

It is dark now, darker than it has ever been. The stars are gone. Remi is dead, Micah or Icarus is dead, Kin is dead. Mortdecai, Hachiko, and Spade are dead, and Wilson is there with a gun at their backs.

Aurora and Joseph are alive, but not for much longer. The wolves tear at them still.

And there I still sit, able to do nothing but cry as the galaxy turns to ash around me. I am different, but nothing has changed. It seems I am doomed to look on helplessly as everything I care for is destroyed before me.

The others had the dream as well, including Hachiko, who is here. She also revealed that the Banshees and the Seven Sisters are one and the same. It seems not even Aurora was aware.

It was mentioned that the Banshees/Sisters have eyes on Mehiri in the form of satellites that still orbit from when the planet had human inhabitants. It sounds like things are going well there for now, which is a relief, but the vision still worries me. In the vision, a shadow passed over Kin’s half-eaten corpse. It sounds like one of his own may turn on him.

Mask offered to have an operation performed on Joseph, something that would… “fix” his brain and make him better at relating with others. After a discussion, he decided he wanted to go through with it. I hope he does not regret it.

They made another offer as well. Mask wants a chance to observe the creation of a Former. In return, she would give Remi the advancements to her eye that she is wanting, and also remove the bomb from around Theyrn’s neck.

Remi wants to take the offer. She wants to become what I have become. I don’t like it; I don’t know if I can do what Kin did, and keep her from losing herself in the process. Nobody wants it to happen but her. I know I must seem a hypocrite for refusing to play along, but the situation does not sit right with me.

But it seems my hand may have been forced. Mask “threatened” to do it without my help if she must, using far less reliable means. And Remi seemed willing to go along with it.

I convinced her to at least wait until our mission is complete, but given we both survive I do not think I will be able to delay it longer.

Promia, Day 0000+25
Captain's Log 6

Promia has been a disaster, and I wish I could say it surprised me. It did not occur to me that walking into a building owned by ExoGeni would be a terrible, almost fatal idea. Of course they have a way to detect the Former.

When the alarm was sounded I tried to lead them away from the group, but it was too late, they knew we were together. It was only a chance encounter with an unexpected ally that saved us. Mask, she called herself. A member of the Seven Sisters, which are far more technically advanced than I ever suspected.

She brought us to their hideout where they tended to our wounds, and even provided sustenance for me (though they watched me eat and took notes, which was rather unnerving).

Joseph had a few choice words for me. He only just learned what I have become. I wasn’t sure what to say to him. I never expected him to understand my reasons.

Huxtable is here as well, a face I have not seen in a long time. He was not very thrilled to see us, but I cannot say I blame him. He wants to speak with us tomorrow about how we can finish our mission. For now, all we can do is rest.

Drill Space, Day 0000+24
Captain's Log 5

We are on our way to Promia. We gave been given a mission to scout out and possibly destroy a base belonging to the forces of the Endless Cycle. A suicide mission, though not our first.

Remi has recovered, and Joseph is doing well considering his previous state. He still does not know what happened. I don’t know how to tell him.

I watched Home disappear in the distance as we flew away. I will probably never see it again, or the people within.

I should have died on Telo.

Home, Day 0000+16

We’re living on borrowed time. There is no reason we shouldn’t have been executed today.

- Aurora

Home, Day 0000+15
Captain's Log 4, Supplemental

Mikoto is dead.

Seven murdered her, and left the footage for the Angels to find. Hachiko stormed off, after dropping Wilson’s second-in-command for making a heartless comment.

Good riddance.

Watching the video of Mikoto and Hachiko together made me ill. How many more lives will Seven ruin before we can stop him? We have gained nothing and lost much.

I told them everything. What choice did I have? They would have learned eventually. Mortdecai wanted me gone immediately, and Anya only let me stay on the condition I “prove” it. By eating the body of Michael.

I loved it, and I hate that I loved it. There is no denying that I have become a monster.

Mortdecai may never forgive me, and John is distraught. It had never even occurred to me how he might react, after having watched his best friend torn apart by the very I have become.


I only wanted to help, but I have done nothing but hurt two of my oldest allies.

I just wanted to protect people.

The voice is getting louder, more insistent.

I’m sorry.

[But not as sorry as you’re going to be.]

Halo, Day 0000+15 +

Today has been a horrible shitfest that refuses to end.

- Aurora Bohr, Communications Officer of the Firebrand

Halo, Day 0000+15
Captain's Log 4

We survived.

Joseph is in terrible shape, and Remi also needs medical attention, but we made it. We won.

I protected them.

We survived.

Halo, Day 0000+14
Captain's Log 3

The Angels are in a worse position that I feared. Vaas is already here, laying siege to Home with a sizable force. Even the Fallen Angel is having trouble holding up to their assault.

Aurora tried to convince Vaas that we were a simple courier vessel looking to deliver a message to him, but he was not convinced. I suppose he would not have risen to his position of power if he were a fool.

Mortdecai, Anya, and the King siblings are all well, to my relief. I pray that remains true through what is to come. It seems that Spade owes Mortdecai a large favor, which he is calling in for the coming battle. Spade did not seem the least bit thrilled about being dragged into this mess, but he appears reliable enough. Hachiko is also present, as well as Wilson’s rather unpleasant second in command, who refused to give his name.

We feared the worst when we saw the destroyed remains of Niles as we entered the system, but his humanoid form survived and is currently residing on Home. He will be an integral part of the plan we made for taking on Vaas tomorrow.

Niles will remotely take control of several small ships, and use them to make a hole in the hull of Vaas’ carrier. This way we can hopefully pull off the most dangerous part of our attack without any loss of life. The Fallen Angel and the other ally ships will face off against the carrier while me and my crew, along with about 200 Angels, board the carrier through the hole created by Niles. From there, we will get Spade into the ship’s system, then make our way to Vaas to take him out directly.

It is a risky plan, but our best chance at success. Sleep is difficult when I think of what is to come. Whatever happens, I will get my crew out of there alive.

Drill Space, Day 0000+8
Captain's Log 2

Today has been… enlightening. I learned much about the past lives of my crew. I would not leave their secrets in writing for others to find, but I feel as if I know them a bit better now. Some of them I have flown with for over a year, and I just now feel as if I am getting to know them. Perhaps the knowledge that death looms ever closer has loosened their tongues.

Perhaps that is also the reason for the sudden spike in sexual activity on the ship. Or was all of this always going on, and I was just unaware? Or maybe the previous crew took Captain Drake’s rule about no intercrew relationships seriously. Whatever the case, I keep finding myself in rather uncomfortable situations.

I suppose I’m happy they’ve found a way to keep morale up, but I’m having trouble understanding. I feel like I may be missing something fundamentally human in nature. Maybe in time it will start to make more sense.


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