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Frustrations and Ramblings

19 May 2020Cosby714
Commander’s log, 19th of may, 3306


Been a long ass time since I’ve logged one of these, suppose I should start again.

Frustration is a common word these days, frustration at the powers, the politicians, frustration that your ship just won’t jump that extra five lightyears so you have to find a station, frustration at galnet for going dark for months now, frustration...is common. I’ve grown frustrated now, our enemy has moved silently, as it always has, without the disinfectant known as the light of day that it so desperately needs. It’s been three years now, three years since they were brought into the open by Kahina Loren’s sacrifice. Now it seems nobody remembers, and just goes on as if nothing is wrong, as if they’re not being goaded into being bullet fodder. Or maybe they remember and think they’re the ones who survive, they’re the ones who will make it and bite back. I saw a lot of people die thinking the exact same thing, that they’d be the one to go home to their family and outlast whatever stupid battle we were fighting. Always a fool ready to charge into a fight thinking they’ll magically make it out unscathed.

But I’m getting off topic. Here we are, the coming terror of the thargoids looming, one faction of thargoids wants to use us as a meat shield, and the other...we don’t know much about, but we have to assume the worst and hope for the best. All the while a group who we should have immediately found and removed from power as soon as they were exposed...continues their work silently, letting all our effort go to waste so we can be nothing but a wall. All of humanity, all we’ve done, all for nothing if it just ends up as a few fragments of metal floating through space. The federation and alliance are definitely under their control, and as much as I hate it, the empire seems less controlled. Not that those imperial bastards need to be coerced, they’re happy to sit on top of their carefully counted stacks of money and let everyone else die, thinking they’re safe because they’re too good for it. Death comes for us all you prissy dicks, and it can’t be paid off to leave you alone. Meanwhile I’ve been working out of the spotlight, trying to find these bastards. Chasing false lead after false lead, spending days observing silently, waiting for something to happen. Either they’ve stopped for now, or are even more cunning than I thought.

Recently, I went out with a friend of mine, a certain commander Zedakiah (damn his name is hard to spell), to a ship out to the east, if you can call it that, of the bubble. It was an old science ship, another sent out secretly as part of some plan for us to “discover” what was out there. I feel sorry for the scientists who went on that mission, because one of them was a sleeper who killed the rest, then offed himself. Makes me wonder how many we haven’t found yet, or never will. Zed had known about it for a while, and I had known there was a locked sector close by too, which he didn’t. That ship found something in that sector, something we aren’t meant to see...yet, anyway. Something related to the guardians, could be their homeworld. Just nailed it in for me that we haven’t made any progress ourselves though, but mark my words I will find what’s in there.


Zed and I discussed all this when we went back to the eridanus bar, certainly our favorite spot for a drink away from prying eyes. Although, I don’t know how much alcohol affects him anymore, he’s more machine than man at this point. We like to talk theories and history, he likes to claim his ancestor invented the first hyperdrive, not sure about that though. Not that records are that good from back then. I know mine came from Ireland but that’s about it, guess we weren’t noteworthy. He mentioned some legend of a man named Caleb and his rather...diminutive companion, said it was some legend on his planet. We talked theories of raxxla, although it’s hard to separate what little truth there is in the legends, what little of those there are. At least I have good friends to talk to about all this with, I don’t choose them lightly. I also told another commander who was there, a man named Jav Marlo, about what happened with Kahina Loren. I hate that little name she came up with for herself, “Salome,” making it sound like she was some mythic figure. She was nothing more than a tool, a means to an end, and a murdering lying uptight...bah, forget it, I could talk about how much I hated her all damn day. Good riddance.

I’m at least enjoying getting to see Zed and some other friends more, it’s made the past few years bearable. At this point, all we can do is bide our time and let events proceed until we find something to work with. But this next part is addressed to those who are involved with this so-called “club:”

I’m coming for you, nothing you or anyone else can throw at me can stop me. You think yourselves invincible, but we are all human, and we all make mistakes. Mistakes I’ll find, mistakes you’ll regret when you’re finally excised and destroyed like the tumor on humanity you are. Enjoy your days, you don’t have many left. Sic Semper Tyrannis.

-J
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