A Congressman Falls. Final Chapter of Markus Rixus.

[J.Bates]

ROCHESTER, NEW YORK SYSTEM 1936 HOURS, DATE: UNKNOWN

"Darn it! Why did he have to switch the recording off! Gah!" The man bangs the glass table top hard with his fist.
"There are still another two more logs sir." EVE the AI responds from the computer.
He looks back down. "I know...They don't offer much else..." He sighs and rubs his temples.

The AI comments. "Better than nothing. I can understand your frustration sir but..."
"My frustration?!" The man cuts off. "The man here could very well have been my Uncle! I have never heard of him until his death! There are little to no records on him what-so-ever! My mother was always silent about her brother and past! I've had to dig into this myself to find out the truth with no help from anyone! I guess you could say I'm frustrated, but how would you know what that is like?!" He falls silent and stares into the screen on the table.

"I want to help you sir... But we can only do so much. I'll play the next log?" The window of Log 785 comes into view.

He sits quiet for a moment, after a deep breath he responds. "Do it... and while that is happening I want you to keep searching far and wide in every database, every tradelane comm, even dig into places where you shouldn't just pull up every bit of information on Markus Rixus."

The video log starts off with a bit of static. Again engine rumblings are heard in the background and the rough voice of Markus is heard. "...Hmm whenever you need to use this darn recorder it never works...."

The video flickers into colour bringing Markus Rixus into full view. He seemed to look troubled. "Ah that's better. Alrighty Captain Markus Rixus, Congressman blah blah and all those details and such reportin' here. We've received some S.O.S from some pilot in Sector E8 of Omega 47. It came to us just as we pulled out of nebula surround Battleship Fez. We didn't seem to get much in terms of details for this poor sod only a location and... " He pauses and looks around then back at the screen. It was obvious he was worried about something.

"Just a location of his where bouts. I'm gonna try and send these logs back to Bornholm just so they know what's going on. We're ahead of schedule anyway so we have time to go find out what's happened..." Someone calls out his name faintly in the background. Markus looks over to his left and nods.

"It seems we've got something dead ahead... I don't like the look of it..." He sighs and rubs his temples. "We gotta go ahead, don't have much of a choice." He looks back at the camera.

"Detecting a Strange Anomoly ahead where we've received this distress call... It seems quite far off can't really say how far. In fact I've been through this area of space a dozen times and can't recall ever seeing it." Markus then nods then announces in an awkward tone. "There's nothing else left to say."
The video feed switches off.