Personal Log Database ..//>video_feed_active: | ..//>login: Andrea_dArce | ..//>encryption_detected; | ..//>pass: ****************** | ..//>login_successful_decrypting..; | ..//>found_entries: 0; | ..//>delete_entry(Y/N): N | ..//>create_entry(Y/N): Y | ..//>select_entry_type: Video | ..//>entry_name: New Page ..//>begin_recording Andrea was sitting in her room of rented living quarters on Barrier's Gate. She was looking calm, even cheerful at some rate. She wasn't wearing a uniform, now preferring a civilian outfit, which held some symbolism to that she was about to record. "I haven't done this in a while, huh. When was the last time? Couple of years ago, even before the Order? Yes, this sounds about right. So here starts a somewhat new page. Got to start somewhere, right?" The agent chuckled, giving a short glance downward. Andrea lit up a cig-stick, made a short drag and soon was looking back into the camera, continuing her speech: "So it's about a couple of days since she made this offer. In all honesty, I did hesitate before agreeing, yet.. Even if that means stepping away from this rate of involvement, the offer's too good, considering the past events. Besides, they will need someone who's aware of things, someone who can fight if needed. Sooner or later someone would have been sent to observe and... I'd prefer it to be me. It'll be better. For them, for her, for me and, in the end, the Order. I even wrote a request for a change of field to work in. I'm sure it'll go well..." The Gallian sighed, took another drag, slowly letting out smoke and closing her eyes. Mements after she spoke again. "Speaking of them. This endeavour is bold not to say the least. A lot of people will be needed, as well as even more resources. But she said we'll manage. I'll just be there to look into these people and help out with work we can get. We'll need to make a name for ourselves and a hefty sum after all. And speaking of name..." Her expression turned grim for a second. Grim and thoughtful of a mentioned situation. Clearly, it overlapped with rather unfortunate, even traumatising events of the past, yet in a span of last couple of months it certainly was remembered... In a better light. "I'll need to do it myself. With a proper backstory, which preferrably could be proven by someone around. Though, becoming someone from the Houses can be tricky. And being this someone too, Interspace definitely can do without spying on me going around and doing things with their attention on lanes and gates. However... This is a problem of Sirians, right? Sure, Hackers could help, but I'd prefer doing it without much noise somewhere where I'll be frequent at, as well as get this as less shady as possible. Even if the opposite is an easier option." She took a moment, focusing on smoking and consideration. There were not that much options, yet there were few. After a short pause and tapping a cig-stick into an ashtray, Andrea continued in a slightly more enthusiastic tone: "I guess it's time to somewhat remember the roots. Even though I'm dead on papers, that's for the Union. And there are places that are legal and not caring enough to help me out with this issue. Besides, killing two birds with one stone, making contact with Marseilles will come in handy both for me and the Order at some point. The only thing... I'll need to think of what I can give back for it. I wonder if I'll get to pick the name. My, wouldn't that be tricky." The agent reached out for the console's keyboard to stop the recording.

Personal Log Database ..//>video_feed_invalid | ..//>login: Andrea_dArce | ..//>encryption_detected; | ..//>pass: ****************** | ..//>login_successful_decrypting..; | ..//>found_entries: 1; | ..//>delete_entry(Y/N): N | ..//>create_entry(Y/N): Y | ..//>select_entry_type: Audio | ..//>entry_name: Turnaround ..//>begin_recording Andrea was silent in the start of the recording. That is, her surroundings weren't - a faint hint of music in the background was heard, until a distinct sound of shutters closing was audible, cutting the noise out completely. After a short cough, the agent started speaking, quietly and slightly hesitant: "Well, the pause between the entries here is... Eventful, to say the least. I'm not a part of the Brigade anymore, as well as, well, it's going crazy anyways it seems." She stopped talking for a moment, as if falling in thoughts, soon enough continuing: "First, all that crap with Scott, now it's captain Helson waging war on freelancers and whoever and if that wasn't enough, Otto suddenly forgets about the orders, the Atum and marching to Delta as I speak. I've sent a meassage about him, at least, it was understood and.. Damn, I hope it will turn out at least not that bad as it can." The agent sighed as another moment of her silence, followed by the rumble of, apparently, a glass bottle drawn out from the drawer.. "At least... I've sent the messages. People are aware of the things that are happening from the both sides, the Brigade's and the Order as a whole, at least, that I know of. And if only the outcome was mine concern at this point. I have other things to care about now." Finally, the alleged bottle was opened. Moments after Andrea sighed again, more relaxed and content. "Corse has made contact lately. Well, to be precise - we stumbled upon each other in Tau-23 as they, principal Orsini and his bodyguard aaparently, were coming back from a hunt upon the local outcasts. They were lovely to speak to, the flair and hospitality are their nature, apparently. Shame that you need to be twice as careful with something lovely." A short chuckle after and a second of, apparently, sipping from the glass, Andrea continued: "They want to ensure Provence's safety. From possibility of a similar invasion that Nomads pulled off in Brittany, that is. Their guess is not really wrong, the sealed gates can be unsealed after all, and it's only waiting for the moment to happen. I've given out the advices, to keep their heads up and all, but can we really be sure that it will work out flawlessly? No, of course, not. And Orsini happened to know about where from the Nomads came from when they invaded Provence's former neighbouring system. The Tau-61. Honestly, hearing about this place from him was surprising, but... It is what it is, right? My job is to get their eyes off from Amenta. Yet the cathch is that they are planning an expedition there. While I can't argue that knowing your enemy betters your chances, that is a thin edge to walk on. I'll see what I can do - if it's possible to give them another direction then I will do what I can to provide, and if not... Well. I'll need to accompany them, right?.. Damn it, not even a minute of rest. And it better pay off as a success of the little endeavour of mine." The recording stops.

Personal Log Database ..//>video_feed_invalid | ..//>login: Andrea_dArce | ..//>encryption_detected; | ..//>pass: ****************** | ..//>login_successful_decrypting..; | ..//>found_entries: 2; | ..//>delete_entry(Y/N): N | ..//>create_entry(Y/N): Y | ..//>select_entry_type: Audio | ..//>entry_name: unnamed ..//>begin_recording The entry starts off with complete silence. No background noises, not even a simple sound of the author's breath. Nothing. And only moments after Andrea starts to speak. Her voice is quiet, thoughtful and even troubled for a moment. "It was here. Here, in Provence. Interested why I'm here, why I'm not in Liberty or Coronado or whatever. It followed me. Harbinger, that is. What is more important, It was interested in Scott. It said that the name crossed its attention, It knew that Scott changed, and when and where too. Bloody hell, what else does It know?" Another brief moment of silence passed before she continued on: "Everything, I suppose. Then what did It need? Confirmation? It answered with a clue, at least." The sound of glass, softly landing on a table, was a mark of a new thought's beginning. "There is in and out, huh.. The crossroads of pre-arranged paths between emptiness and safety." It sounded like Andrea has stood up on her feet before continuing to speak. "Another visit won't hurt." The recording stops.

Personal Log Database ..//>video_feed_active: | ..//>login: Andrea_dArce | ..//>encryption_detected; | ..//>pass: ****************** | ..//>login_successful_decrypting..; | ..//>found_entries: 3; | ..//>delete_entry(Y/N): N | ..//>create_entry(Y/N): Y | ..//>select_entry_type: Video | ..//>entry_name: One step closer ..//>begin_recording This time, the background.. Remained the same as on the last video entry made. Once again, the quarters, and once again - the icy scenery of Barrier nebula. Andrea was sitting on a couch, or rather half-lying on it, seemingly leaving the console recording the entry on a table beside. She looked tired a bit, yet her voice was a mix of both tireness and encouragement. "Well, where do I start... So lately I was moving through the Alsace, as that was a better route to chack that hellhole out again. And for an instance I was doubting the decision to bring that Bundschuh, Crimson Veil, along the way, it proved to be a rather wise move. She saved my live, no less." She sighed. "Yes, the trip wasn't successful, at least with what I've expected of it. But hey, there's a bright side - now I know that you can't cheat an ancient defence system with a simple cloak. The damn pylon aimed right in the moment I've pressed the button, so to speak. And, Veil has shared some details about what Civil Servant is up to. And if I got her right, the man's going to solve the main obstacle. And if I didn't, I'm sure the discovery will be no less interesting." She took a moment to stretch her arm to the table, picking up a bottle of water and taking a sip before speaking again. "To the other news, now I just have to wait for a response, both from Corsicans and from Gallic Intel. While the second one will make my work there easier, the first one.. Well, crucial for the plan. At least, for this iteration. If they will linger for too long, I'll need to find an another solution.. But not like the news are bad in general. Actually, the fact of Earhart's exit leading to Coronado on that day was very convenient. I'm now back at the Barrier Gate and I am now making arrangements about the ship that I will use." The agent chuckled lightly, closing her eyes. "Z-F-O-Five, more commonly known as Kingfisher. While obviously not as good as trusted Bastet, and in need of some tinkering, the specifics look good on paper. Fast, agile, and most importantly - isn't drawing much attention. That would be a first option, and as of the second... It's going to be Kress' creation, the K-Thirteen - the Falchion. As unnotisable as Kingfisher, decent with turns but obviously heavier. Though it's though, it got a nice core. Bu-ut, anyway that pondering is for another day. Either way, it's one step closer..." Then Andrea fell silent. Yet this silence wasn't of a cautious kind, more like.. Peaceful. Comforted. The recording stopped as if it was cropped at some point, as if it was originally much more and undesirably longer.