What can I say? I'm attractive to nomads.

[Blodo]

Excerpt from the personal notes of Victor Reyes, member of the Outcast Falcon squadron.
Callsign: Falcata.002

A long time has passed since I had last seen my squadron compatriots, and I wish they were with me right now. I can't even remember when I last saw the green Maltese sun rise over the orange hills, but I cannot return like this, shamed and defeated.

(...)

It was in Liberty that my eyes were opened, where I first sensed the presence of the Great Destroyers. They had came to me in the darkness of the Badlands and given me instructions, ones that I could not decipher. I soon realised however what I was required to do, when the turncoat manifested himself in the ranks of Liberty's secret operatives. I had made my way to Omicron Minor, knowing full well that the Order has no love for my kind. Nothing could stop me from carrying out this task, I was guided through the winding mine fields of Zone 21 by a force unknown to me and as I reached the great gate, it too had activated before me. In the vast, dark space in the heart of the Omicron sector, there I had provided assistance to the turncoat all the way until his return to grace in his homeland.

I had began to lose hope in ever understanding what the Great Destroyers have wanted of me, however like a true miracle then and there an image flashed through my mind again and again. I had no doubt that I had done my task well, and I had left the peril of Omicron Minor to itself, to await in the great wastes of Hokkaido for the next chapter to begin. To exact training under the watchful eye of the honourable warriors of Kusari, brave men and women standing together to fight a common foe.

A full moon had passed Malta as I continued to train myself in the art of the mind. I embraced the orange dream, gave myself away to it wholly, and in return it had granted me control over it's needs. I had fought off the vile keepers of New Tokyo side by side with our allies. I had barely began to be wholly accepted into their ranks, when the next vision had stricken me. It showed to me great mountains floating in space, great ships surrounding it, all held in the hands of the great purple haze. I saw it backing away from me until I was enveloped by a tunnel and recognised that the vision is showing me a landmark in Hokkaido. That is when I knew what needed to be done. I had bid farewell to the honourable Kusarians and proceeded to the system known as Tohoku for the next chapter of the great plan to unveil.

The great mountain there, although devastated and nowhere near as glorious as in the vision had called to me, and I followed it all the way to it's peak. That is where I had been veiled by the light and lost track of time. When I regained my consciousness of the world around me, I found myself floating beyond the scope of existence, heading towards a base. Freeport 11. It had held no significance to me at the time, but I decided to continue my course. That is where I met the piece holders. First the neutral one arrived, the resourceful thinker. Then there was the purified, the unhuman, the artificial one. The one with the link to all artificials. Soon after the brigand was there, with his quick ship and quicker skills. Although a Corsair and a great enemy, I have seen past all that. The great plan is far more important than our petty differences. The Zoner defender had made it's way there soon after, ever vigilant over the Freeport. Watching over all this was a lost one, a former hand of the Great Destroyer. A Nomad made but human meddled guardian.
I have learned much that day. I have learned that in pursuit of a common cause, even different races can unite and prosper. I have learned that the everpresent hands of the Great Destroyer, the Keepers of the Sphere have attempted to find and eliminate us here. I have learned that the next chapter is about to unveil.

And so the resourceful one and the artificial one made their to Bretonia to study a call emanating across the colonies. Myself, the Brigand and the Guardian had split from them and made our way to Liberty to call upon the crucial one in the visions. To uncover the physical piece from the Badlands the Brigand had hid.

(writing unintelligible)

The visions spoke of the Enlightened, the one to lead the warriors of all the groups, the great representatives of Mankind. One that can put aside all prejudice and with great skill and control lead the best of man to battle against oblivion. I have a lingering feeling the Enlightened one will present himself to us, very soon.

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