Chronicles of Virgil

An Unwilling Participant

Thu, 16 Nov 2023 14:35:32 GMT

Captain's Log - UEE Space Station Genesis

Stardate 2747.9

The recent events on the Genesis Station have been nothing short of perplexing and concerning. Our primary concern revolves around the unexpected disappearance of patient 97032-A, codenamed the "Lost Starman." The circumstances leading to his escape remain cloaked in enigma, shrouded by an inexplicable power surge that destabilized our containment protocols.

97032-A was apprehended after the Odin 2 ambush, a captive in our pursuit of understanding the newly discovered pathogen responsible for the blackout incidents and the erratic phasing, known as desyncing, experienced by individuals. The experimentation aimed to unlock the pathogen's secrets and mitigate its disruptive effects on reality, but unforeseen complications have emerged, coinciding with his vanishing act.

Our initial investigations following his escape yielded no tangible evidence or traceable leads. Security systems suffered a catastrophic failure, and crucial data concerning Virgil's confinement mysteriously vanished from our records. It's as if he vanished into thin air. His knowledge, vital for deciphering the pathogen's implications, now eludes our grasp.

Moreover, the station has encountered an unprecedented series of anomalies since the incident. Power fluctuations, erratic data discrepancies, and reports of personnel experiencing peculiar phenomena have become recurrent occurrences. Some have reported instances of temporary phasing, suggestive of desynchronization, echoing the traits associated with the pathogen.

Our research team remains vigilant in attempting to comprehend the root cause of these anomalies. However, the inexplicable nature of these disruptions baffles even our most seasoned experts. Containment protocols and surveillance measures have been reinforced, yet we're confronted with a mystifying escalation of destabilizing events.

As the captain of this station, my primary objective is to restore order and security. However, the unforeseen complications following Virgil's escape have thrown the station into disarray. The potential ramifications of these phenomena extend beyond the confines of Genesis, threatening the stability of the entire sector.

I've initiated a thorough investigation, bringing together our finest minds to uncover the truth behind Virgil's escape and the concurrent anomalies plaguing the station. Time is of the essence, considering the risk these disruptions pose to our operational integrity.

Furthermore, we've reinforced security protocols and intensified monitoring efforts to prevent any further unauthorized breaches. The safety of our personnel and the preservation of the station's integrity remain paramount.

The binds these anomalies and the correlation to patent 97032-A escape eludes us, leaving us grasping at straws. Our priority now is to rectify this situation swiftly, quelling the ripples of uncertainty reverberating throughout our station and beyond.

End log.

Captain Magellan

UEE Space Station Genesis

History : Part 1

Sun, 05 Nov 2023 21:47:52 GMT

Origins of Lost Starman

In the quiet city of Kastak on Virgil 1, a young dreamer named Virgil, known by the call sign Lost Starman, was destined for the stars. His father, a scientist working on the top-secret Project FarStar, alongside deep space travel he secretly delved into human replication processes. The UEE military vessels patrolling the Virgil system provided the perfect cover story, protecting their covert operations.

From a tender age, Virgil's fascination with the cosmos was apparent. His father nurtured his innate curiosity, and Virgil's nights were filled with stargazing, igniting his imagination with visions of interstellar journeys.

As he matured, Virgil's passion for space exploration swelled. He voraciously consumed every tidbit of information about the cosmos, even building his own makeshift rocket ships in the backyard. His mother fretted over the safety, but his father reveled in his son's ingenuity and fervor for science.

Virgil's love for space was only rivaled by his affection for Sara, a brilliant college student he met at the university housing one of his father's labs. Sara's intellect was unmatched, with her already working on her second master's degree at just 19. Their discussions spanned the vast cosmos, fueling their shared dreams of exploration.

It was Sara who dubbed Virgil "Lost Starman" in homage to David Bowie's "Starman." She saw greatness in him and knew that he was destined for extraordinary adventures among the stars.

With every passing year, Virgil was more determined than ever to chase his dreams among the constellations, to explore the universe, and to become the Lost Starman.

History : Part 2

Sun, 05 Nov 2023 21:47:51 GMT

Sara, the Science Genius

Meet Sara, a young woman of extraordinary brilliance. By the age of 19, she was already working on her second master's degree, but her genius was not confined to the academic realm. Sara possessed an unquenchable passion for science and an unwavering love for the natural world.

On weekends, she'd venture into the gardens and nature preserves, indulging in the beauty of the world around her. Despite her intellectual prowess, Sara remained humble, her positivity radiating a contagious warmth that made everyone feel special.

Sara's deep connection with science led her to cross paths with Virgil. At the university, where his father's lab was located, their shared love for space exploration forged an unbreakable bond. Their conversations were a celestial symphony of ideas and curiosity.

But it was Sara's astute mind and the twinkle in her eye that drew Virgil in. He found her intelligence and enthusiasm irresistible. Despite tempting opportunities with the UEE, Sara knew her heart was tethered to Virgil and their shared dreams of exploring the stars.

In Sara, Virgil had found a partner who not only understood the cosmos but also his own heart's deepest desires.

History : Part 3

Sun, 05 Nov 2023 21:47:49 GMT

Hansen, the Loyal Best Friend

In the tapestry of friendship, there are bonds that weather any storm. The connection between Virgil and Hansen was one such bond—a friendship that transcended time and trials. Meeting in a less than ideal circumstances Han and Virgil became friends through training exercises and a common dream of exploring the cosmos.

Hansen, the anchor in their relationship, balanced Virgil's boundless enthusiasm. He was the pragmatic one, the voice of reason. Yet, he also recognized the unmistakable spark within Virgil, a spark destined for greatness.

Together, they embarked on day trips to explore nearby asteroid fields, scouting and searching for intel through data skimming of nearby passing ships through trade routes.

The UEE's tightening restrictions on airspace cast shadows on their secret excursions. Danger loomed as thrill turned to trepidation, the allure of adventure clouded by the ominous specter of capture.

This pivotal moment tested Hansen's practicality. While he had always been Virgil's grounding force, now he had to be their protector. They still yearned to traverse the stars, but a new path beckoned. Bonds like theirs are unbreakable, and the determination to seek adventure endured even in the face of change.

Friendship is a powerful force, a beacon of hope in times of trouble. Virgil, Hansen and Sara's bond stood as a testament to the enduring strength of camaraderie.

History : Part 4

Sun, 05 Nov 2023 21:47:48 GMT

Betrayal and Vengeance

The day Virgil's father, was betrayed marked a turning point that would forever reshape his world. It all began with the abrupt entry of six navy officers and a stern general into the Doctors lab, demanding immediate surrender of all data and developments related to Project FarStar. The threat of dire consequences loomed heavy.

Virgil stormed into the lab just as the officers departed, boxes brimming with research in tow. His outrage demanded answers, but his father was already moving towards emergency packs, urging Virgil to grab some and head to the hangar bay.

An explosion outside rattled their world. The Vanduul, an alien race, had emerged through a jump point, launching a full-scale assault on the UEE Naval forces and the planet. Chaos reigned, and swift action was imperative.

The Dr. instructed Sara to secure data cards and equipment while he and Virgil rushed to the hangar bay. But another explosion, and the ceiling caved in, separating him from Virgil. Unable to move forward with Virgil but resolute, he entrusted Virgil with a confusing mission statement of exacting vengeance against those who betrayed them before instructing him to join Sara.

"Find the secret bunker on a distant moon," he implored, "and wait for me. I'll come as soon as I can."

Virgil's heart ached as he fled, but he had no choice but to push onward. Sara, coming from around a corner had taken an alternate route. With Sara by his side, he reached the secure bunker, complete with a prototype replicator for human clones. Five others manned the stations, and Sara took the lead.

However, secrets hidden within the bunker soon raised suspicion. It was too well-stocked, concealing mysteries within the equipment. The truth unveiled itself—betrayal by the UEE navy and the destruction of their world. The UEE was complicit, working on a clandestine project to create a clone army, with the doctors research at its core.

The navy had forcibly taken the data they required, then orchestrated the Vanduul's rampage, ensuring the obliteration of everything and everyone in their wake.

Virgil's trust in the navy crumbled. He realized they were the real adversaries. His vow: to liberate his father from their grasp.

Weeks passed, filled with tireless efforts to gather information and formulate a plan. Facing an imposing foe, Virgil and his comrades were resolute. The day to strike back finally arrived, with an audacious attack on the naval vessel believed to imprison his father.

Their daring plan involved Virgil being ejected from an airlock, floating near the naval fleet in his flight suit, using a hacking device to gain entry. He secured a military outfit and infiltrated the room where his father was held.

But the reunion was not as expected. The doctor was quick to inform Virgil that he himself carried the key to cloning as part of his DNA structure. Without it the system doesn't work. The commander of this fleet was not working openly with the UEE navy and wanted to create a clone army. Virgil needed to leave without him so they don't discover the truth or it may lead to the destruction of the UEE itself.

As Virgil processed the revelation, a gunshot rang out. He fell to the ground, the icy grip of death enveloping him.

In a blinding moment, Virgil's eyes flickered open in one of the bunker's hospital beds. It wasn't the first time he'd awoken in confusion within a hospital room. This time with the only last memories of preparing for the mission. He was overwhelmed at not knowing if he ever was able to reach his father.

Virgil and the team were determined more than ever to discover the truth. He would forever remember the lessons it taught him—the power of betrayal, but also the power of resilience and the unwavering commitment to uphold his promise, with the unwavering support of Sara and Hansen, to strike vengeance against those who had betrayed them.

Though this history has been written it is nothing more than hearsay, conspiracy, and propaganda since a universal wipe that followed resetting almost everything as it once was. However, some things remained, the destruction of the Virgil system, and a bunker buried deep underground unbeknown to anyone.

Journal Entry 1

Sun, 05 Nov 2023 21:33:51 GMT

The Beginnings

Sara suggested I start documenting my journey, a record we could look back on together someday. This, my first entry, feels like a fresh canvas awaiting its first stroke.

The year is 2861, a decade since my first memory. You see, I'm not your typical person. I was brought into this world as a result of a third-generation lab experiment with the audacious aim of achieving immortality. I'm essentially a clone, created on the DNA of a ten-year-old boy. The experiment, however, had some unexpected results. Not only did I retain the appearance of a ten-year-old, but I also inherited memories up to that age. So now, at the age of twenty, I carry combined memories, a peculiar blend of two people. I guess.

The man responsible for my existence insists I call him Father, though it feels more like a facade we put on for public appearances. He keeps his work shrouded in secrecy. You see, Father is contracted by the UEE and involved in Project Far Star, a mission aimed at pushing humanity to explore stars beyond our home in Sol but that was just to help fund his hidden project. Mornings are typically occupied by an array of tests and scans to monitor my aging process, something to do with an enhanced DNA sequence he added.

City of Wonder: Kastak Kingdom

My life unfolds within the boundaries of a magnificent city known as the Great Kingdom Kastak. It's often referred to as a kingdom due to the energy wall that encircles the entire city, designed to keep the planet's unique wildlife at bay. We are a mixture of advancements and early colonization. There is no rich or poor necessarily but some people do choose to live separate lives while still doing there parts of contributing. We seem to be a mass collection of scholars, engineers, artists, and scientists.

Wild and Untamed: The Planet's Quirks

Terraforming this planet was a task brimming with excitement and fervor, with eager scientists sometimes overlooking crucial details. The pre-existing microbes on the planet either mutated or evolved into strange creatures found nowhere else in the universe.

There were about five distinct species in total. Some were small, peculiar, fast-breeding creatures with an odd, almost endearing ugliness. Others were the cause of the towering energy wall—first spotted, easily tamed, and large enough to serve as mounts. These creatures, dubbed "Pegasus," earned their name from the illusion of wings on their backs. They could sprint at speeds of about 80 kilometers per hour and sustained themselves by feasting on the planet's unique fruit-bearing trees.

But amid this menagerie, one creature stood out as the apex predator—a being that hunted not merely for sustenance but for sport. When it first appeared, its primary prey was the Pegasus, but its attention soon shifted to us. We were no more than playthings at first, consumed quickly by this relentless hunter. It wasn't until we organized hunting parties that we truly captured its interest. It became a grim game for them, and no matter how many of them we vanquished, they kept returning. After countless deaths and no end in sight, the energy wall was built, and we were sternly advised to remain within it. Now, only hunters and the exiled venture beyond the wall. We've given them a name, the "Cunnings," acknowledging both their hunting prowess and their cunning intellect.

Inside the city walls are vast fields of farmland, forests and nature preserves known as the four gardens, even though they are all connected as one big ring between the city and the wall. I find myself spending much of my free time with Sarah who loves swimming in the hot springs and picnicking next to a lake resting near a field of flowers and berry bushes. Sarah and I met at the university where one of Father’s labs was located. There was just something about her. She was like some kind of genius. At the age of 19 she was working on her second masters. We always had great conversations and she only saw the best in people. She would talk about the wonders of science and I would talk about exploring the cosmos. It’s probably why she never called me by my given name. She just always called me her Starman.

That’s enough for today. There’s an asteroid belt that has had my curiosity for some time now. Time to take a walk.

Journal Entry 2

Sun, 05 Nov 2023 21:33:47 GMT

A Peculiar Day

A Shift in the Winds

Today, I found myself inadvertently eavesdropping on Father. He was engaged in a heated argument over a comm call, discussing his work with someone on the other end. It appeared that they were eager to move forward with a specific aspect of his project, ready to initiate testing. The dispute escalated, tensions flaring, and then the words "pulled funding" reverberated through the call. Reluctantly, Father seemed to agree, despite his protests and pleas for more time. His frustration was palpable.

With a heavy heart, he stormed out of his office, seemingly unaware of my presence just beyond the door as he exited. That day marked a significant turning point. I found that I was no longer required to visit the lab in the mornings, and, in fact, I wasn't particularly welcome there anymore. Father kept the door locked most of the time, citing the need for some time off while he resolved loose ends. And with Sarah's studies occupying an increasing share of her time, I was largely left to my own devices.

Exploring the Unknown

For me, there was only one logical course of action: exploration. And explore I did. I continued to navigate Gideon's Belt, maneuvering through the asteroid field in search of...well, I wasn't entirely certain what. I moved on to the moons, tracing the winding canyons in pursuit of caves to explore or remnants of old wreckage. It was on the third moon of Virgil 1 that I had my first encounter with UEE navy fighters.

This was my inaugural interaction with military personnel, and I couldn't help but find them imposing. Their orders were clear: I was to return home as the area had been designated a no-fly zone for unauthorized individuals, as decreed by the UEE and its defense. Frustrated, I complied and returned home, where I crossed paths with Sarah, fresh from the university. I recounted my experience to her, and her response was to propose a picnic, an attempt to cast aside the frustrations and worries that clouded our minds.

\While the suggestion didn't entirely assuage my vexation, there was something about her that I couldn't resist. Like a lost puppy, I agreed to her plan. We made a stop at the marketplace to gather provisions before heading to the fields. When we arrived, Sarah appeared somewhat uneasy, as if harboring something she wanted to share but couldn't bring herself to express. Instead, she spoke of a vision—a future where we resided in a skyscraper, basking in the daily spectacle of the sunrise from our window. What I remember most vividly, though, was watching her smile.

However, even as her smile had the power to banish my worries, I couldn't escape the sense that something remained concealed behind her eyes. I walked her to her dorm room and then made my way home. As I passed by the main entrance to the lab facilities, I noticed Father in conversation with a general, two soldiers accompanying them, transporting a sizable, enclosed crate. I could sense that Father had seen me, yet he didn't acknowledge my presence. I continued on my way, pretending to be oblivious to the situation.

A Conversation Over Coffee

The following morning, I prepared a couple of cups of coffee and made my way to the lab. Father was immersed in his work, but he promptly rose to offer a gracious greeting as I handed him a cup of coffee. We settled at his makeshift dining table, and he began discussing the grand design of the universe and humanity's destiny throughout the cosmos.

There was a pause, as if he was lost in deep contemplation, and then he inquired about my views on the matter. I provided a somewhat awkward response, asserting that life is a succession of obstacles to be navigated in the pursuit of genuine happiness. He fixed me with a penetrating gaze before asking about my own source of happiness. My response was unambiguous: the pursuit of the unknown. He responded with a crooked smile, expressing his gratitude for the coffee and stating that he needed to return to his work.

Taking the hint, I left to continue my day. Our conversation lingered in my mind, and I found myself seated on a bench near a crosswalk intersection, watching people as they went about their business, speculating about their secret rendezvous and workday routines. I couldn't help but wonder what Sarah was up to.

Journal Entry 3

Sun, 05 Nov 2023 21:33:44 GMT

A Restless Interlude

Weeks had passed since Sarah and I had last marveled at a sunset. With the stars off-limits for exploration due to the military's grounding, I found myself grappling with an unrelenting restlessness. These navy personnel, who had taken their Rest and Relaxation (R&R) in our city ever since that day, felt strangely at ease within our confines. I felt compelled to uncover the purpose behind their prolonged presence, and, as it turned out, all I needed to do was tune in to the broadcast news.

The revelation was unsettling: the Vanduul had recently seized control of the Orion system, forcing the UEE Navy into a hasty retreat. I stood at a crossroads between laughter and fear. The Vanduul, a relatively recent and highly aggressive species, had never entertained the idea of a treaty between our races. The city was on edge due to the military's pervasive presence, but the soldiers conducted themselves with dignity, exhibiting respect for all those around them. It was not what I had anticipated.

They had erected a substantial makeshift base outside our city walls and considered any hostile wildlife as fair game for target practice. Now that I comprehended the reason for their extended stay, I assumed they would soon depart, allowing me to once again set my sights on the stars.

Sarah reached out to me via comms, suggesting a rendezvous to unwind. We arranged to meet at the stables and readied two Pegasus for a trail ride. It was evident that she was eager to escape the city, and it didn't take a genius to deduce that she harbored something she wished to confide. We rode for roughly ten kilometers before halting at a hillside vista. Disembarking from her Pegasus, she ventured to the edge and paused, casting a glance back in my direction, seemingly on the cusp of revelation.

Suddenly, the tranquil air was torn asunder by a deafening roar, and streaks of light rained down from the heavens, convulsing the earth beneath us. All that remained was dust and the acrid scent of smoldering vegetation.

The shockwave of the impacts sent me tumbling far from my Pegasus. As I landed, I observed the animals fleeing for safety. I crawled over to where Sarah lay, frightened and uncertain. Without hesitation, I scooped up her semi-conscious form and embarked on a desperate dash toward the city. I wasn't even certain if I was injured, but I knew one thing for certain: I needed to get her help.

I ran until my vision began to blur, but I had no intention of ceasing until we reached assistance. Father intercepted me as I entered the city, exhorting me to follow him. We navigated our way back to the lab, where I hastily laid her on the bed before succumbing to my knees and collapsing. Father hastened toward me as I strained to summon my voice. "I'm fine!" I exclaimed. "Save her. You have to save her." He gazed down at Sarah and began his examination. He looked at me and conveyed the crushing news: her injuries were far too grave. I pleaded with every ounce of my being. I offered anything I possessed, just to save her. After careful consideration, he made me swear that I would never question his commands and would comply with his directives without exception. I pledged whatever he demanded; I couldn't bear to lose her.

He fetched a scanner and placed two devices on her head before activating it. He revealed that we couldn't save her life, but we could transfer her memories and essence into a new body, rendering her a clone akin to myself. As the scanner completed its task, the cacophony of the attack outside began to subside. He removed a data card from the device and inserted it into a machine, busily typing commands. He then joined me, and the machine sprang to life, its hum resonating in the air as it commenced the process of creating a new body.

Unbeknownst to me, I had suffered burns on my leg and back, with skin beginning to peel. Father administered a shot to my neck, and the world faded into the black.

Journal Entry 4

Sun, 05 Nov 2023 21:33:43 GMT

Unveiling Betrayal: A Journey into the Unknown

Only a few days had passed, and it seemed as if Sarah had made a miraculous recovery. I wondered if she remembered the attack or me carrying her to safety. I was reluctant to ask, as I didn't want to trigger any confusing or painful memories, much like my own when I was first awakened.

I was passing by father's lab when a general along with two military officers were carrying out some equipment and as I stormed in there as to lay down the law and demand answers they passed by me like I wasn't even standing there.

We were busy packing our small devices, clothes, and a few personal items into my ship. When I inquired about our destination, I was told not to ask questions and to stay focused on the task at hand, just as I had promised.

Father took Sarah aside for a private conversation before him and I headed towards a hanger bay when an exposion happened and the ceiling partially collapsed separating me and father. He told me to go get the ship ready and he would be there shortly. Sara then approached me from around the corner stating that we needed to leave immediately and passed by. Confused, I hastily gathered my belongings and followed her. I started to ask her about the private discussion, but before I could, the ground shook once again, and the sounds of nearby explosions filled the air. We rushed to the ship hangar, and as we were boarding, I inquired about Father's whereabouts. She briefly glanced at me and stated that he wouldn't be joining us. She jumped into the pilot's seat and initiated the engines. As I peered through the windshield, I spotted Father in the operations tower, activating the hangar doors. In what felt like a split second, we were at full throttle, ascending out of the planet's atmosphere. I never knew she could fly. As we broke through the atmosphere, we could see more Vanduul ships approaching the planet. A communication link from the navy demanded that we identify ourselves. Without hesitation, she engaged the quantum dampeners, and we vanished from sight.

After jumping into quantum, Sarah turned to me with a smile. My mind was racing with questions. Why hadn't Father joined us? Where were we going? How did she acquire her piloting skills? Who was she, truly? She reached over and took my hand, beginning to explain that Father knew we were at risk of betrayal due to his work. There were those who opposed the idea of people living indefinitely. She went on to clarify that our DNA had been enhanced to make us more attuned to the expanding universe. Father had chosen to remain with his ailing wife, who couldn't be cloned, as she believed it would compromise her soul. We were in route to a secret bunker with a singular mission: to uncover the identity of those who had betrayed him and to eliminate the threat they posed to humanity.

It became evident how little I truly understood father, but Sarah appeared to have insight.

Upon our arrival at a modest moon, we descended into its thin atmosphere. As we approached, we noticed old mining equipment scattered on the surface. We landed in a small valley surrounded by mountains and proceeded to enter a cavernous opening. Descending via a freight elevator, we seemed to travel miles below the surface. Upon our arrival, we were met by a group of men engrossed in a monitor, and one of them approached Sarah, addressing her as commander. He then began explaining that the Vandul had annihilated nearly everyone on our planet. Two navy ships had escaped through a wormhole as the first wave of Vandul ships materialized. Sarah ordered a complete lockdown, and we made our way to what would serve as our sleeping quarters. Depositing her bags on the bed, she kissed me and whispered, "my Starman," before telling me she'd be back in a little while. Once again, I was left in the dark, feeling more lost than ever before.

Journal Entry 5

Sun, 05 Nov 2023 21:31:54 GMT

Secrets, Bonds, and Uncertainties

Months had passed since the quiet moments, and my life had transformed into a relentless whirlwind of training. The combat flight simulator, the shooting range, and obstacle courses had become my second home. Between the physical challenges, I delved deep into the world of hacking systems and data skimming, quickly adapting to the complexities of the virtual realm.

My relationship with Sarah had also evolved, and though our time together had diminished, her unwavering dedication to both us and our mission never wavered. She remained an unwavering pillar of strength, her focus unwavering. I admired her resolute determination, a trait that had me yearning for a life far removed from this tumultuous existence, a life where we could soar through the stars, exploring the cosmos without the shadow of danger lurking around every corner.

Amid the challenges, I forged strong bonds with my comrades, particularly with Hansen Loe, a skilled tracker. Hansen's abilities baffled me; his knack for tracing elusive ship signatures and deciphering complex data streams was second to none. He didn't treat me any differently, perhaps because he wasn't confined to the bunker like the others. He often boasted about having the fastest ship in the known universe, the "Serenity Star," and revealed that it was only when he soared through the heavens that he felt at peace. Rumor had it he was an ex-military man, but the mystery surrounding the bounties on his head made him a target for every wannabe bounty hunter. The uncertainty of his past seemed to keep him perpetually looking over his shoulder.

As time passed, our outpost established contact with various alien races, exchanging valuable resources, information, skills, and repairs. The idea was to pool our collective knowledge and technology to stand united against the Vanduul threat. But one piece of technology was to remain a guarded secret, hidden from the prying eyes of the galaxy: our cloning technology. The repercussions of sharing such a groundbreaking innovation could destabilize the universe itself.

My days were increasingly spent scouting alongside Hansen, learning the intricacies of our trade. No matter how much I absorbed, he always stayed one step ahead, his expertise unmatched.

Living on this desolate rock had started to feel like a new normal. It was unlikely that I'd ever find a place that felt like home again. Yet, the pursuit of knowledge and the quest to uncover the mysteries behind those who betrayed us continued to drive us forward.

Hansen and I started preparing for a mission to once again infiltrate communications between a particular general who I thought would have retired by now, and an up and coming UEE senetor, in a secretively scheduled meeting somewhere on Odin 2.

Journal Entry 6

Sun, 05 Nov 2023 21:31:48 GMT

A Distant Hope

Virgil, this is Sara. I don't know if you will ever find this. I didn't even know you were actually keeping a journal. I discovered it going through the systems. It has been a month since we were ambushed on Odin 2 and executed. I guess you were taken alive since you didn't regenerate a new clone. I heard them say something about an experiment before everything went black. I hope your ok.

We have to abandon this location. I think it might be compromised. Some of our allies have realized we have not aged as we should have and have survived one to many encounters. That's were I'm confused. If they killed you the machine should have began recreating you. You either are unwilling or unable to end that life to reset. Maybe the information you have is to important to lose. I hope you are safe and it's just taking you more time to get back here. I'm leaving the journal hidden were I found it and the systems running encoded with our new location.

Hansen is setting out again determined to track down your whereabouts. The first trail went cold but his stubborn determination may have paid off with a fresh trail of breadcrumbs and is now in search of an abandoned space station crashed on a deserted moon.

We had some complications. If you can keep from having to clone again it would be best. I'll have to fill you in when I see you next. Hope it to be soon.

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