Profit margins tripled with recent upgrade orders to Captain Faran and his crew, the replacement of his Pelican AT with a Heron C-Train has proven most effective despite the occasional requests to halt for security scans or localized acts of piracy. However he has continued to display a repetitive pattern to his trade runs, following the same route with the same goods at least 90% of the time. On the next report to Evan we will request that he randomizes his operations a little more for security. Faran has however proven that legal trading can maintain a decent profit; Funding has reached record levels since the destruction of the Morbius.
I have monitored Evan's recent freelancing job as an escort for a pair of IMG transports, and although his actions were satisfactory we are displeased with how the navigational computer misdirected our positioning and flight paths through the tradelanes and jumpgates. The final collision with one of our protectees certainly drove home the point in the system errors, as the Virage required extensive repairs upon our return to Tau space. At Evans request we have begun processing some more harvested K'vori for further ship-infusion whilst his mind sleeps inside this temporary quarters on-board Freeport 10.
K'vori levels within our shared body continue to operate at above-average levels. The lack of human blood within our host form however has begun to have more visible affects to our external appearance. Our skin is beginning to display what humans would think to be symptoms of an illness known as Frostbite, gradually blackening around vein and artery concentrations. Discoloring is expected to complete spreading to the rest of our host form within approximately two months. Besides the lack of blood however all systems provided by the K'vori processing and infusion display nominal vital signs and a standard medical status.
We still do not fully understand the control ability of the K'vori, but Evan has granted permission for me to operate our shared form whilst his mind sleeps. After a few test runs he has assured me that 'feeling like an insomniac' is not a side affect to direct control rotation and we can proceed as though we do not require sleep. Naturally this may pose a significant problem if we choose to operate within certain parameters such as operating onboard a larger vessel with a crew, but for now our current situation remains optimal.
Further status updates will be added to this datafile from time to time alongside Evan's personal logs for his personal viewing should he choose to. Backup logs have been copied to his personal neural-net.
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Xares informed me of his information entry into my private logs. Although I cannot say I'm too pleased about it, he has made some valid points within the data.
Anyway, K'vori harvesting has gone as smoothly as I believe it can possibly go from Palawan, but I believe I need to rediscover the better sources from which to harvest it. Trouble is how to handle doing so; The few high-concentrations of K'vori I can recall from the past were all in rather... volatile... locations throughout Sirius. Unless I can somehow establish a diplomatic approach, the only other option is stealth mining or finding a new source elsewhere.
At the very least I've managed to obtain a moderate stockpile of it in my rear cargo hold; Anyone scanning my ship will pick it up as part of the hull itself thankfully. But either way, I only have enough to last me for a good two weeks before I'll need to harvest more to keep my vital organs functioning.
I have currently decided to stop in Omega-49 on my way to Theta, and my ship is orbiting Gran Canaria as I enter this data. Someone on Java Station back in T-23 told me of a decent bar there, so I may pay it a visit for something to drink, my physical appearance willing. Hopefully I can await contact from this Security Organisation to which I have applied to work for, "Blue Tiger" it's called. Xares doesn't like the idea of signing on to a fresh company, but my experience back in the days of -|R|- Corporation should help with achieving some decent work with them.
Docking ring queue appears to have dispersed, time to go get that drink.
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I have, since my last log entry, been accepted into Security Organisation Blue Tiger. For the most part my job has been to assist in escort mission contracts for various transports, but there has been some combat involved in the situation, such as Corsair conflicts; Apparently the company has a history with them in particular. I'll need to keep my eyes on my radar a little more often whenever I stop in Theta for some R&R.
All of this activity has been keeping me busy as well though, however with it comes an accelerated depletion to the K'vori in my system and the cargo hold. The need to locate more to harvest is growing, but Tau space has been seemingly growing more disruptive when I've entered the area.
Due to certain circumstances within SOBT, I've purchased a bomber to use as an alternative combat-ready vessel, while the Virage goes into storage if I need to switch out. I have given both ships new identity tags as well, CX for the Virage VHF and CB for the Havok MkII bomber. In the future the possibility of a larger combat vessel, however, remains an option while I'm a member of the organisation. Xares certainly expresses interest at the prospect of a Gunship, although SOBT don't know of his existence yet and I have tried to keep it that way. However he questions the reasoning behind my caution.
Anyway, if there's a contract to fulfill after I leave this pub I'll be doing that before I prepare to harvest more K'vori. Hopefully my activity in the Tau-systems does not cause SOBT to question what I do up there; Perhaps I should place more effort in searching for other deposits.
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"This is the [SOBT]CX-Kvori requesting clearance to dock".
"Roger that, your request is granted. Docking bay 2 is open."
Evan once more landed on Java Station in Tau-23, gliding his Virage with ease past rocks and into the station before halting in the hangar bay.
After a long evening assisting in the escort mission to protect a large IMG convoy, his nerves were on edge and he felt extremely drained. Inside the fighter cockpit, while waiting for the maintenance crews to bring a ladder over so he could jump out, he flipped up a glass casing to press a small black button on his console; There was a quick hiss as a hidden compartment opened up, and Evan took the vial of black fluid from within, lifting off the cap and downing it in two gulps. Your Kvori levels won't replenish with a small dose of that size. Can I assume you're taking that emergency dose for a reason?
"Most definitely."
After a quick glance out of the viewscreen, Evan popped open the cockpit hatch and decended the waiting ladder, proceeding into the station.
He later sat in a private dormitory, data streams scrolling across his network monitor as he read the latest Sirius news. Finding nothing of interest, Evan switched off the computer and took a seat, looking out of the anti-glare tinted window towards the nearby star.
This calmness is worrying. What are you planning this time? The last time you were in this state was back before the Morbius construction.
"The Morbius?" Correct. I shall not go into details as you do not wish to remember, however it became your final Command ship, a capital class vessel of suprising magnitude.
"I flew on something like that?" Evan said aloud, surprised. "What else have I kept behind this memory loss..?" Many of your old friends, for one thing. Loss of communications has left you in an almost broody state of mind from time to time, unless the K'vori has been refilled. Your old position in the Corporation, your entire fleet, the battles that were required for economic continuity, all remain in your past. Then there's the last communication you received before we evacuated the Morbius, right before the explosion that sent your escape pod into the void.
"That escape pod... Three months worth of cryosleep with a head injury. I'm surprised it healed in stasis mode. That's the last I remember before the escape-pod initiated stasis." Correct. I had a hand in helping the healing process along, but it required a delicate technological hand. Even with your mind in stasis and your body kept in a cool temperature to preserve it, the K'vori continued to flow, and so I was able to perform only a basic medical diagnosis and repair.
Evan lowered his gaze from the star outside.
"These transmissions... Do you still have them?" They are stored, yes. You wish to play them back?
"No. Tell me their subject headings and sender ID's." Message one, subject "-|R|-elocation Aftermath", sender ID "Agamemnon". He was head of the -|R|- Corporation to which you were the Head of Security.
Evan chuckled. "That partially explains why I chose to apply for the Security job. Next?" Message two, subject "Final Opperation Report", sender "Draconath". He was another high-ranking member of the corporation, and considered you a rival in Artificial Intelligence R&D. He never could work out how you created me, but he had theories as to the creation of MeGa.
"Mega?" Rogue AI, your first creation and experiment, separating a Nomad mind from its physical 'ship' being, a Battleship class, and what it referred to as the Mindshare. The experiment was successful, but it retained all knowledge and memory of its previous existence and couldn't understand the concept of its new existence, mistaking a great many things including the final Migration protocol. Any data you sent, it believed to have come from the Mindshare. All data relating to MeGa's existence however has since been destroyed, including MeGa itself aboard your old Ranselga dreadnought.
"I must have had a ridiculous amount of funds back then to do things like that. What was the final message subject?" Message three, subject "Terra", sent by and to yourself.
Evan sat still after that, thinking while Xares waited. If it helps, I have already read the messages and, should you wish to remain in your current state without the knowledge of the past, can delete two of the messages. The one from yourself contains no matching data to the others should you decide to review it.
"Keep them for now... but no. If I decide to review the Terra message, I'll do it another time perhaps. For now I just want to rest for a bit, actually rest. Use the Neural Net interface as much as you like but don't use our physical body this time. I'd like a copy of the mission reports from our latest SOBT opperation in my neural-inbox, and the plans for the Adjanti project to be refined while I sleep." As you wish.
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Work, work, and more work. That is what I have been lacking lately; The organization has been rather inactive from what I have been able to ascertain, and my own opportunities have been few and far between. I've reached a stage where I am now reconsidering my position of working with them.
Moving away from this however; My newest private devices, such as this new Wrist-comm, have proven successful. For example, Xares now has access to the device and can manifest a 3-dimensional holographic appearance of himself above the device. This takes some of the strain away from sharing my mind with him and has allowed me some more leeway with preparations towards the Adjanti project I have been working on; Should I finally reach the decision to leave the Blue Tiger Organization, I may gain some more time to work on the project.
In the mean time, I'm testing out my new logging feature with the wrist-comm and Xares; Mentally writing this as I sit in a bar on Manhattan. Xares has yet to use the Holographic capabilities to manifest himself but has diagnosed the wrist-comm as fully capable of it.
Once I finish drinking here, I'll probably return to working on the Adjanti.
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After testing the previously recorded log, it seems to have been made perfectly as I had dictated. This is unsurprising, of course.
I have resigned from the SOBT, or at least sent in my resignation. The rest of the team seems to have disappeared completely, for some reason or other; I haven't bothered to investigate, and I don't intend to.
My rep-card has been affected somewhat since joining them, as my IFF's are displayed as working with the IMG now. This brings back memories, thats for sure, of my time long ago when I worked alongside my father for them. Wether or not I should continue down the path, maybe work with them once again in this realm, is another matter.
Xares has shown himself to be more capable than I gave him credit for since the merge, and I have since gone over the old datalogs from the previous realm. I think its time to consider wether I should seek a way back or not; although the realm destabilized from what I could tell, somehow ejecting me to here. I ahve adapted to this realm however, and so I think remaining would be in my best interests. The question now, is where can I call home when home does not exist here..?
Not even Cerberi... no, Xares, has an answer for that.
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A new resolve, that is what I needed. What I have obtained.
My sector map is just about complete. My ship, the Virage, has proven itself enough. And now I've made a decision.
The bomber, left so long to rust on board Java Station, is going to be scrapped. Naturally this leaves several options as to how, but the dangers of letting the K'vori alloys be discovered is too high, so I will scrap it myself. Build a new ship, maybe steal the blueprints for a light fighter. Roam around for a while.
The racing circuits of my old realm cannot be applied here; From what I have heard and witnessed, races in Sirius are generally dangerous as expected, but also more illegal. While it would be tempting to join these, I'm going to settle for my own rallying of sorts for a while.
Captain Faran's contract has ended, but he and Cerberi have renewed one so our funds continue to gather. Another couple of months worth of trading for him, I suppose.
For someone with no direct line of work, yet a background history that cannot be confirmed here, life is getting boring. I need to find something to do. Confirming my map database with a light fighter will do the trick, I hope...
Cerberi likes the idea of building a ship for ourselves out of the Havok's scrap metal, even suggested a few existing blueprints. Building one of these for ourselves, its going to have some differences, but its appearance will obviously still resemble the actual shipline. It will be difficult to explain my possession of it. But I'm not troubled by that fact.
Its the K'vori that troubles me now, how much its changed me. I admit, I expected and had accepted this... but although my physical appearance has reached its final change, I believe its beginning to affect my mind... and Cerberi.
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Strain Notes by Evan K'vori: Strain I: encountered scattered amongst the rocks of Tau-44's Makassar Asteroid field. First instance of discovery. A solid form, faintly mixed into the composition of the asteroids and rocks, and difficult to find. These solid deposits appear to have suffered cosmic and solar radiation to such an extent that they are un-usable as a material. Can be broken down into a fine dust, but no further tests yielded results.
Strain II: Condensed deposits first located on Palawan, believed to also be present on Malakka. Small underground seams, or surface 'pools' of liquid material.
Processing under certain circumstances yielded Strain I results to confirm Solar Flare radiation processing into solid-form. Can be shaped into hull-plating in this way, but further testing yielded more... interesting results. Atomic composition makes no sense, but Strain II appears to, somehow, act like a living organism.
Certain tests yielded interesting results with organic material. Test-subject 6D, a bird, was injected with a small amount of Strain II K'vori and appeared to begin 'learning' how to escape from its enclosure by 'pressing the button' with its wing. Fortunately the 'button it was attempting to use was fingerprint-registered, and so after it tested this a few times it gave up.
Further testing to be conducted on the results of larger organisms.
Strain III: Biometal, or K'vori as I have now called it, discovered as an ionic lattice of crystal containing a gelatinous biometal compound. Appears to have the ability to grow or be used as an energy source. Rare deposits found with deeper probing by use of hand-tool mining machinery.
Interestingly usable as computer 'memory' or 'hard-drive space' when integrated with a simple computer in certain ways.
Final notes: Artificial Intelligence testing and 'birth' may be possible with the use of Strain III under specific circumstances. Other testing to begin next-
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