Hope is the worst of all evils, for it prolongs the torments of man.

[Narcotic]

Neural Net Log - Captain Edward Hope

Personal Entry:

Wednsday, the 31. January 820

"Women are considered deep - why? Because one can never discover any bottom to them. Women are not even shallow." I mumbled while I stared at the monitor, showing a surveillance camera on the medical deck. The only survivor - on her way to my office. So young that she could have been my daughter. Hopefully she can bring light into this madness. She was unconscious but healthy when we took her out of the scrapped Wraith - other than the bretonian pilot who gave a shocking and disturbing view. His corpse wasn't hurt at all, but his head was a nightmare. Sparkling bloodstreams were bleeding out of his wide open eyes, same from his nose and ears. His heart was still beating rapidly, pushing the remaining blood out of his suffering body. Alive, but lost. A terrible fate. Only a hour ago when the bleeding still was unstoppable, we decided to put his suffering an end, and freezed his corpse for future research purpose.

The sound of the opening door woke me up, leaving a picture of the pilot's face in my head. There she is. Dark-brown hair, a charming young face with honest light blue eyes. She wore a dark-grey short dress, showing her flawless legs in combination with her overall perfect body shape. "They brought me an angel." I thought. She showed me a cute smiling as I offered her a seat. When she sat down, crossing her legs, I began the conversation:

Edward: I'm glad to see you in such a good condition, Frau...

Natalie: Cla... - Braun. Natalie Braun. But you can call me "Nat", mein Herr.

Edward: Nice to meet you, Nat. I'm Edward Hope, Captain of this beauty we call the "Pandora". Now I don't want to be discourteous, but considering the situation I can't show great patient, and I'd really like to know what all this mess is about? At first, who exactly are you?

Natalie: I can surely understand your confusion, but I regret the fact, that I can't remember everything what has happened. However, I'm a Rheinland agent assigned to... nun, this information is actually rather secret, but since we mean our both best, I'll say the truth. I hope we can trust each other, ja?

Edward: Of course, yes. I promise. Please continue.

Natalie: The Rheinland Military recently received a message from the gallic kingdom, where they showed their will for a long-term neutrality between our both houses. Aber, since we respect the 'amity' with Bretonia, we decided to not answer their message, and send out a scout - me, tracking the transmission's source to gain informations about their current actions. Natürlich, we'd have shared those with the bretonia government, no question it since Gallia is our all enemy.

Edward: Mhm, okay, I understand. That sounds logical. So what happened next?

Natalie: An emergency signal, that I've cought inside the west cloud, when I was about to proceed to Edinburgh, made me consider the importance of my mission. I was too curious to not check it out, also because it were Armed Forces signals. So I cruised to the signal's source and I've seen what you saw. A battlefield. Within seconds, a dozen gallic fighters showed up, who probably thought me to be another patrol member of the bretonians, and engaged me on sight.

Edward: Oh, appears like we were lucky enough to not be cought by them. But one thing I don't understand - how did you survive?

Natalie: Entschuldige, but I can't see a reason for letting me alive, too. The only explanation I can think of, could have been that they noticed me to be a Rheinlander, and considering their last message, they weren't eager on getting another enemy at their war frontline.

Edward: Sounds plausible. One last thing, though. What the hell happened to the intact Templar and its pilot, we've found next to you? He died an awful death. I've never seen such before.

Natalie: I've got no idea - I've lost consciousness when they hit my cruise engines. So it could've been possible, that he came after me. I haven't seen his wounds, so I can't judge it. Was it possibly a heart attack?

Edward: We can't say it. It appears like he bleed to death by internal bleeding in his head region. Maybe we'll know more in a few days.

Natalie: Gut. I know this might sound stupid - but may I ask if I'm your prisoner or guest?

Edward: Oh dear, no. I don't see a reason why we should have you in prison. If you spoke the truth, you even showed yourself helpful to the bretonians. Although your presence within Bretonia wasn't registered, I understand your actions. You shall be our guest. One of my first officers, Thomas Hayward, will lead you to your own sleeping place. I assume that you'd like to rest now. It's late already and I bet you haven't slept in a real bed since days. If you've got any need, you can contact John Brown. He'll gladly help you. Oh and once more - you can move freely aboard the Pandora. We're no prison liner but a luxury-one!

Natalie: Thank you so much Herr Hope. Words can't explain how thankful I am...

She brushed a blonde strand of hair out of her face, revealing her natural hair color, while she blinked at me, showing a seductive face. My heart almost stopped beating for a second, making me remind what a pretty women she actually is. It wasn't easy to stay serious, and I felt my hands starting to sweat. I wasn't entirely sure if her behaviour was rather naive or not. Anyhow, when Thomas entered my office with large eyes, gazing at Natalie, I was relieved. "A women's weaponry..." Appears like she enjoyed her role - and she played it damn well. Hopefully she won't cause any problems.