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Report: April 12, 816 AS, Wesley Richter

I was patrolling the Omega 11 Jump Gate when I received a distress call from Solarius. It was pretty garbled; all I could make out was that they were under attack and taking some heavy hits. I plotted a course to help, figuring it for the odd Hessian sortie. Boy was I wrong. A dozen Das Wilde ships were firing on the station, destroying any ships that came too close. As soon as I arrived, they started shooting at me, almost as if it was a choreographed by some sort of… puppeteer. They drifted the fight away from the station, careful, oh so careful, to not destroy me. Then there was the jump hole. One-by-one, they jumped. I don’t know what I was thinking, in the heat of the moment I wasn’t thinking at all, but I jumped after them.

On the other side was a lone, solitary ship. We fought; fight drifting farther and farther once again through an asteroid field devoid of other life. We passed beyond the boundaries of the asteroid field, and then it happened. The Wild ships pounced, I reckon because now I couldn’t just run back to the jump hole. There must have been two dozen or so… it was insane, I wasn’t counting. I ran; I didn’t even bother getting bearings, just… away. I ran the wrong way, getting further and further from the jump hole to safety. Eventually I came upon a planet, with a pair of fighter wrecks orbiting it. I had heard of such things carrying advanced weaponry, so I tried salvaging. Something beckoned me to do it, I can’t say why or how. I found something, a weapon. Then the Wild found me. It was run or die, and I chose to run, away again. To the north-east, where I found another jump hole.

It was a way out, anything was better than this system, this damned blight on the face of Sirius. Only, I was wrong. There was something worse.

On jumping, stronger Wild ships pounded at me.



I dodged and managed to live, but only just. And there, in front of me, was this behemoth – I can’t even describe it; you just have to look for yourself.





Something called me again towards it. There I found… something. It’s in my cargo hold, and here’s a scan of it at the moment.



I took quite a lot of damage, but luckily my nanobots and shield batteries saved me. That thing was heavily guarded.



Then I saw something new – a stronger ship, a gunboat. Something kept my scans from getting more than a skin-deep view, but this is what I got.



Something odd, something no one would expect – a Freelancer weapons platform, there? Just though I would mention it.



My sanity was cracking some. I’m a little… afraid… of Nomads, and the Wild. A phobia, you could call it.



I knew you must get the scans I collected, as some imminent danger could be visible in them, some intel that could turn the tide of… something. Not sure what.

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