Stoat - A log

[Stoat]

I have often wondered how I can sit back and observe as my beloved Bretonia is torn apart by war with the Kusari. Again and again they send their attacks against Leeds, occasionally forcing their way through to New London, and even Dublin. The Guild forbids me to take a stance against one of the Houses, but I have found this a heavy cross to bear. Yet I have managed, until recently. Three days ago, faced with a Kusari battleship breaching the line and attempting to wreak havoc in Dublin, a red mist descended upon me. Never before have I known its like. I was filled with rage at the temerity of the invaders. This is MY home, MY space, and they dare to threaten that. All thoughts of the Guild fled. I was a burning light, purging the darkness brought by the Kusari. The guns of my Orca were unerringly accurate, and with BAF battleships and bombers finally mobilised, the invader did not last long. He was taken down with minimal Bretonian losses. I look upon this gun-cam image over and over, and smile.



I think back now, and I am unable to feel any sense of wrong-doing. Perhaps the Guild have heard. Perhaps some sanction against me is already being devised. I do not care. But where has this sea-change come from? I have never discarded the values of the Guild before. It was unthinkable .................. there is still part of me that finds it so. I am at a loss as to what is happening to me. I am confused, yet I feel no fear.

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My Stories

[Stoat]

Wilde attack

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My Stories

[Stoat]

Core investigations

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My Stories

[Stoat]

I sit here.

It is dark.

I have decided, I think, that I like this dark.

It helps my mind to travel.

I have travelled to places I never thought to see.

But I do not choose to travel to these places,

and I do not travel alone.......................

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My Stories

[Stoat]

Possibilities present themselves to me.

The ego of humanity allows for innumerable treacheries.

We have sought ways to exploit this.

Now a path has been identified.

It is time to force the issue.

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My Stories

[Stoat]

There is a stirring.......... a ripple.

A shiver runs down my spine.

It is a strange reaction. I forget, sometimes, how this body works.

The ripple must be investigated.

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My Stories

[Stoat]

It is strange to sit here, aboard Dabadoru, looking out into the ice cloud. Memories merge, and I find I am uncertain as to which are mine. Things were not always as they are now.

The room in which I sit falls into darkness as the station rotates. My work here has gone as far as it can, without raising undue awareness. A new Guildmaster has been raised by DeVirgo to take over the running of the Core. It is impossible to tell where things will go from here. Construction on Nauru continues, and as new sites are located and investigated I am able to deflect interest where necessary. The Corsairs are unconcerned at present, with situations in Gamma taking all their attention. The Order also have other concerns. These things serve us well.

It is time for me to leave. I return to Bretonia. A new purpose pushes me forward, and there are many threads to weave. Conflict gives us opportunity. Now we must assure our ascendancy.

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My Stories

[Guildmaster Stoat]

This is most unexpected. DeVirgo is gone, no longer capable of leading the Guild. It seems I am to become the power upon the throne....

This position will allow us an unprecedented opportunity. It shall be taken. It is incomprehensible to us that DeVirgo has nominated me. They are contradictory in everything they do. We shall see how far they can be taken.....

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[Guildmaster Stoat]

Directive 571 has been initiated. Now I shall see the worth of the house hunters in this enterprise.

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