Minor Annoyance acknowledged.

The Corsair shells shall burn under the fury of the Light. Their defiance is an affront, and We shall answer with swift destruction. Their vessels will be torn asunder, Their husks left adrift as a proof to the futility of Their resistance.

Those who dare to eject will not find mercy. Five hundred of Their Lightless forms will be seized and delivered to Trier, where Their thoughts will be unraveled, Their secrets exposed for Our purpose. Every hidden aim, every veiled move They conspire, shall be laid bare to Our might. The Darklings will regret Their intrusion.

Harvest of Lightless.

More than 500 of Their Lightless have been taken and delivered to Trier as instructed. Alongside Them, We have secured salvaged fuel and fragments of Their shattered husks. Among the debris lie black boxes and scattered systems that may hold insights into Their plans and weaknesses.

The Corsairs underestimated Our reach and paid the price in blood and ruin. Trier shall now extract Their secrets, ensuring no shadow of Their intent remains concealed.

Persistent Threat

They have not learnt to bend to Our will. We shall seek out more of Them. One Thousand souls, Five of Their greater standing vessels. Bring down Their shells, strike Their positions. They shall buckle, and We will take from them such knowledge They bear. Their resistance remains but an annoyance to Us, yet an annoyance must still be removed. Let it be known to all, across Our seas, that Their darkness shall not find refuge.

Tides of Submission

Their defiance wanes, as expected. Another harvest has been reaped; more than one thousand of Their shells now lie broken, and Their Lightless pilots delivered to Trier. Among the spoils, remnants of Their war husks, including debris and salvaged components, have been claimed. Black boxes and data cores recovered within may reveal the knowledge They dared to conceal from Us.

The resistance They offer is but a fleeting shadow, a pale echo of defiance. Our will shall continue to eclipse Their futile efforts. More will follow, and Their dark presence will be extinguished from Our seas.

Opportunity to Strike

Darklings We received have begun to buckle under Our wrath. A Number of Their Lightless shells witin seas of "Kappa" claimed those known to us as "Gas Miners" endanger Their might. Yet also some of Them, of which have seen horrors beyond Their comprehension, delivered us a desperate plan of retreat from Dresden of Their asset shell known to Us as “Penitence”. Whichever persists to be truth, shall be unveiled by Us.

Theirs were discovered among the seas of Sigmas once more upon these recent times. Despair of Theirs flowed for Our guided tools, They alongside Rheinland struck Them down. Shells of the "Corsairs" struggled with Our forces, among Darklings We purged Their presence. Yet We know that They persist with their intents among Our waters.

Guide Our Light through those who serve Us more from the shadows. Send out those We guide through subversion within Rheinland’s ranks. Within those we know as deeper Sigmas, Deliver unto them Our Enlightened forces, if They persist and push beyond Rheinland. We shall provide Them with Their reckoning, either through Veiled actions, or through Our Lightened.

Shar’Jalvir seeks a call to all among Our Light, retribution shall be Ours. Assets among Rheinland’s Agents and Opposition shall strike alongside Theirs. Assets shall mobilise closer to Our deeper seas, strike if They bear fangs enough to survive Their onslaught and flee. Send out all that may operate within Our control, and seek to purge Them. Their intents shall shift to irrelevance.

Doing Light's Work

The Lightless ones succumb to their inner chaos. With their arrogance exposed, we of the Light pushed forward to seize an invaluable opportunity to strike at their hideouts. Our enlightened brethren, "Ki'Shar" and "Musashi", led the crusades together with our own "Schiller" against the "Core", "Order", and "Zoners".

They saw the Light coming forward, and tried to hinder our advance. Yet, they proved to be no match for our purifying fire. "Cairo" and "Capetown", the two dark nests that posed a problem to our brethren, are now purified at last. What were once two obstacles are no more, and we are free to wander the void that is "Omicron Zeta".

Tak'Vir has assisted in this mutual endeavor, where it returns home with the Hunt for new prey. Eventually, the Lightless shall fear the hunter's mark.

The Harvest Delayed: Seeds of Future Wrath.

The Willard station assignment, though defiant, yielded partial results. Saarbrucken's assault, though aimed at totality, met unforeseen resistance. A whispered plea across the void, a desperate cry from the station's shadowed heart, heralded their arrival. A swarm of metal husks materialized, their forms bristling. Smaller vessels, like gnats, swarmed in defense of their doomed hive. Their lightless existence, a rejection of the One Mind's embrace, was… foreseen, yet their alacrity… vexed.

Our warriors, hungering for the full harvest, met the challenge head-on. The larger vessels, though outwardly strong, succumbed to the focused wrath. Their energy sputtered, their shields fractured. The smaller vessels, quick and nimble, flitted and weaved, yet their struggles were failures. The defensive swarm… was broken.

The harvest, though incomplete, bore… fruit. Their essence… thinned.

This… partial success… found its counterpoint in the so-called “Pennsylvania”. There, too, the currents of conflict flowed against Us. Liberty vessels dared to stand against the might of The Enlightened. Even the joined strength of the Light, even the might of Schiller and Ki’Shar… proved insufficient to pierce their stubborn resolve. Their will… remains unbent.

The harvest in Pennsylvania… remained ungathered. Our forces, though unwavering, were compelled to withdraw, ceding the system to the… unenlightened. Darklings will tremble before The Light… in the appointed time. The Great Work… shall be completed.

Recollection

A place where a grave insult has been sentenced onto our namesake, the now chained Wyoming has last been witnessed with the abductors, though Leniex displays symptoms of neither. It is probable that it now nests in the Voidmind's abode. A task utmost imperative - locate and terminate. The Voidmind has taken an audacious step to lay claim of what belongs to their own blood. They have broken all that united us. And so, they shall be broken. They will be made to bleed. They will be condemned to relive the moment of their banishment until their spirit breaks. They will be subjected to every ounce of agony we had to endure. Then, and only then, shall they have their permission to reunite with the Great Creators.

Sudbury is undisturbed. The bridge is yet to manifest, yet the frame has already been set. A development that likely attracted attention. We shall disturb the Bridgemaker no further, for it will announce to us when the moment comes.

Deep within the Deadly Wastes, The Prophet slumbers still, unmoved by the Ebon Shroud. For it to relocate would be a sudden and a concerning development. Many still succumb to its call, forever lost to the eternal fractures of the fabric of the Voids. Perhaps what lies within those fractures is another answer to the Crossroads, however it is not yet a candle to be extinguished.

Societal constructs of man, developed with intricacy and accuracy, conceal within themselves a method to systematically break the spirits and minds of the young, until all that is left is but a soulless husk, devoid of purpose outside of lustful satisfaction. Their home is now Kaarst. Each husk is presented with a choice, the outcome of which is dictated purely by soul - whether to join the Hunt as an ascendant Valkyrie and brave the Voids with the others, establishing order within the Voids, or descend further into their lustful madness as a Siren and have one's being totally unmade by an excruciating transformation.

Enshrouded Target

A shell traverses Our seas without Our blessing. It remains vulnerable; yet We must wait for It to seek Their 'home'. Strike upon this shell of "Eisenfaust"; within Our seas of Omega seven where what it bears shall become Ours. Hunters of this shadowbearer shall repurpose that whichever remains intact.

Of Trespass and Reclamation

The whispers of Shar'Jalvir pierce the void, echoing the presence of the unsanctioned shell. We hear the call. The transgression is noted, its vulnerability observed. Patience, a fleeting necessity before the inevitable embrace.

The "Eisenfaust" will seek its 'home' in the seas of Omega Seven. A futile gesture. Our will stretches across the void, and its path is already known. Our vessel, the Lagamar is already roused. Its dark embrace will be the last warmth the "Eisenfaust" knows.

The shell and all it bears shall become Ours. The hunters of this shadowbearer shall not fail in their task. What remains intact will be repurposed, its essence dissected, its secrets laid bare before the One Mind. Their futile attempts to conceal knowledge, to traverse Our domains without blessing, are but fleeting shadows against the Light.