Moving On

[Miaou]

Log 7: Truth

[color=#FFFFFF]Never again will I look upon the worlds the same.

I have broken Gallia laws, murdered, smuggled. And now I have been escorted by a wing of Outcasts and met the Guardians, and the one I've been seeking who's name I now know. I don't believe I can go back to Gallia anymore. My sweet home-space isn't a place for me. I have no place.

Foster's words hit home on something I've been struggling with for a long time now. Everything we humans do is pointless. Utterly pointless. The Guardians seem to understand more than we know. Now people have listened to them, like Monsieur Foster. I believe I am the next to listen. They make sense. More sense than the King has ever made, than any Sirian or Gaul has made.

Curse us for being this stupid. We ruin ourselves by ourselves, and we ruin all around us. My mission is not lost. I have Gallia to think of, but not what I saw it as.

Before I saw the great jumpgates and tradelanes, the space ports and stations. The populated worlds and thriving people. Now I see what Gallia is. It's the beautiful space, the suns and stars, the nebula and moons. All of the latter is plagued by us. This is my new mission, or rather my old mission redefined.

Gallia, I still do this for you.

Lucas Gerald

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[color=#00CCCC]Ship Captain: Directeur Lucas Gerald
Ship Helmsmen: Anton Giles
Operation status: OF, Orkney
Ship crew: 35
Total population: 35
Fuel: 68%
Supplies: 73%

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