Something in The Far Leys“There’s something out there, you know.” “Brother, there’s quite a bit more than something”, I spat back. Acolyte Arvid had a tendency to make conversations with him a bit tedious, but here he was, assigned to join me on this 3 month long expedition...
Squadron Leader ApplicationDiscord ID: bingo_bango Squadron: Order of Enblackenment Discord Link: https://discord.gg/RBr7Ya2 Inara Link: https://inara.cz/elite/squadron/1143/
CMDR Log 5: Whispers in Witch-SpaceO Great Annihilator, exemplar of awe, In the beating heart of the black expanse, you reign supreme. Your will bends space and time, Drawing all into your unfathomable depths. I bow before your might and mystery, For you are the devourer of all, ...
CMDR Log 4: The Codex of the Void Mission3 years have passed... 3 years since the war in Fortuna left me battle-scarred and humiliated. 3 years since I have been able to collect my thoughts on holo-tape... I apologize for having gone dark, but as my Brothers in the Order have shown me,...
Holy Missive 1: A Reflection on Humanity and The VoidIt has been made evidently clear that The Order of Enblackenment has many vicious foes, and while there is no doubt the Void will see to its own machinations as it pleases, it is important that our cause and beliefs be made clear, and that our teachings...
CMDR Log 3: Devestation and the Sparkle of HopeIt's been one week since Federation forces unleashed their fury on our homes. One week since I passed through the graveyards surrounding Smith Terminal. I passed giant slabs of sheet metal silently floating through the emptiness of space, as the smaller,...
CMDR Log 2: War, and a Call for HelpGrowing up I remember hearing stories of war. There were stories of heroes; stories of valour and sacrifice. Stories of underdogs holding fast against insurmountable forces. They sure do make for good stories. I was resting on my cot, watching the...
CMDR Log 1: The Realities of CombatThe lights emanating from Hobaugh Orbital glistened in the cracks of Zephyr's canopy as I gently guided her back towards the station. The small cracks and abrasions in her hull creaked and moaned with every minor correction I made. As the landing gear...
