I woke up. It feels like I'm living someone else's life. Who am I? Rebecca Mc'Allister, the Order agent, or Chloe Yong, a brave Junker dependent on cardamine? When I heard the call, I had to throw away my mask. I rubbed my temples. Just yesterday, I received a message stating that my mission was over and I must return home in omicron Mu. To be honest, I didn't even believe that this message was true, however, my Nephthys in secret hangar talked about the opposite. I didn't waste my time. It was easy to drop my mask. In the end, who would have surprised by the junker's death from a drug overdose? Right.
Nobody. I sighed, smoothly turning the fighter into the jumphole side. ETA 2 hours. I heard that they want to use me for meat grinders in Omicron Delta. It seems, that everything is bad, if they use sleeper agents in battle. It will be very stupid to die there. However, death in battle is also good. At least better,
than it can be. I don't have a lot of time. Farewell.

It was fast. We expected to see a group of nomads, but at the same time we noticed The Core group. Fools. Instead of uniting against a common enemy, we fought against each other. My ship is destroyed by the Core soldier Lucina Farguson. I was thrown into space. Probably, I can be saved by someone else... What... What is it?
[Scream, the sound of a breaking glass, the whistling of an oxygen hose... The image darkens and disappears completely.]