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673 After Great Collapse
LN Insouciant
Captain's Log:
It has been 2 years since we left the warm embrace of Arxis, two long years traversing the vastness of space. This dreary Sector may be our home, but I have no love for it. I know the stars as if the're my closest friends, the great worlds their children who grow ever so much every time I visit. And when I was young, I would cling to any opportunity to traverse the void, to see my friends yet again.
But Carina is no long ours. The Council had us sit and watch as the xenos took their steps to becoming interstellar societies. The Doctrine may guide all, and my post demands that I sacrifice everything to uphold it, but not that I agree with it. Pirates and other scum roam through our domain and dare us to strike, unwashed masses pillage entire systems in an cannibalistic bid for survival, and the Dread continues to knock at our walls. Yet, we abandoned our strives to reclaim this Sector in pursuit of some new flawed philosophy. The Counil has decreed that our duty is to service the Sector, to protect it from outside threats and guide this aliens in their ascension.
But how can they be so blind? We were gods once! Humanity brought the entire galaxy to it's knees and now we must sit idly aside and allow these aliens to destroy themselves? I have been "honored" by being chosen for this task, this horrible task that I carry out with dilligence. I have made my voice known, that this will only end in war, that the xenos will never possess the grace of the mind that we do.
I shall protect Arxis and her people as I always have, even if my current mission is responsible for bringing them harm.
The charter called for 29 stars spread through Carina, 26 inhabited systems and three regular stops for refueling and reconnaissance. As the Doctrine commands, I lurked at the edge of these systems, watching the primitives muck about before broadcasting the message and jumping to the next star. There were no incidents, there are never any incidents. Our catches were small, expectant from a non-combat mission, only 3 isolated craft and one pirate fleet were unfortunate enough to pass within our gaze.
Two years of isolation for myself and my crew, separated from the Commune, alone amongst the stars. As I write this, we awake for our final jump, the Insouciant passing across Canceri in our return home. I have prepared my complaints alongside my mission reports, I will no longer remain silent. The message has been sent, but we can still act as our ancestors had, we can still become the lords of the galaxy.
Lord Admiral Caelus Metaric.
Attatched is the manuscript of the transmitted message, broadcaster through the Insouciant's external sensors and maintained through the use of communication probes. The language was broadcasted in all 3 known Imperial languages, The translation Gene should be able to pick up the message. There were three reported comm malfunctions but all occurred far after we had left the offending system.
LN Insouciant
Captain's Log:
It has been 2 years since we left the warm embrace of Arxis, two long years traversing the vastness of space. This dreary Sector may be our home, but I have no love for it. I know the stars as if the're my closest friends, the great worlds their children who grow ever so much every time I visit. And when I was young, I would cling to any opportunity to traverse the void, to see my friends yet again.
But Carina is no long ours. The Council had us sit and watch as the xenos took their steps to becoming interstellar societies. The Doctrine may guide all, and my post demands that I sacrifice everything to uphold it, but not that I agree with it. Pirates and other scum roam through our domain and dare us to strike, unwashed masses pillage entire systems in an cannibalistic bid for survival, and the Dread continues to knock at our walls. Yet, we abandoned our strives to reclaim this Sector in pursuit of some new flawed philosophy. The Counil has decreed that our duty is to service the Sector, to protect it from outside threats and guide this aliens in their ascension.
But how can they be so blind? We were gods once! Humanity brought the entire galaxy to it's knees and now we must sit idly aside and allow these aliens to destroy themselves? I have been "honored" by being chosen for this task, this horrible task that I carry out with dilligence. I have made my voice known, that this will only end in war, that the xenos will never possess the grace of the mind that we do.
I shall protect Arxis and her people as I always have, even if my current mission is responsible for bringing them harm.
The charter called for 29 stars spread through Carina, 26 inhabited systems and three regular stops for refueling and reconnaissance. As the Doctrine commands, I lurked at the edge of these systems, watching the primitives muck about before broadcasting the message and jumping to the next star. There were no incidents, there are never any incidents. Our catches were small, expectant from a non-combat mission, only 3 isolated craft and one pirate fleet were unfortunate enough to pass within our gaze.
Two years of isolation for myself and my crew, separated from the Commune, alone amongst the stars. As I write this, we awake for our final jump, the Insouciant passing across Canceri in our return home. I have prepared my complaints alongside my mission reports, I will no longer remain silent. The message has been sent, but we can still act as our ancestors had, we can still become the lords of the galaxy.
Lord Admiral Caelus Metaric.
Attatched is the manuscript of the transmitted message, broadcaster through the Insouciant's external sensors and maintained through the use of communication probes. The language was broadcasted in all 3 known Imperial languages, The translation Gene should be able to pick up the message. There were three reported comm malfunctions but all occurred far after we had left the offending system.
You are not alone. This is a message sent to all independent worlds of the Carina Sector. We are the children of Man, and we have been watching. We speak not of violence, but instead we speak of cooperation, of a dream. A dream that the peoples of this Sector can come together through their own will and form a unity of species for the betterment of all.
Should you wish to join us in this task, we will happily call your our brothers and sisters. We wish to form a federation of nations and species, with no one acting superior to the other. Should you chose to join us, we will be waiting. Arrive in only one ship, any show of force will be matched 3 fold, come seeking peace, not war.
We are waiting.
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