The Stormclaw Journal

[thisDerius]

Log Entry – Date Unknown

Damn the Navy. Damn the Order, Core, Outcasts, Nomads—hell, damn all of them. They never fail to make things harder, not just for me, but for The Blackguard.

It’s been a while since I last wrote in this thing. A lot has happened. The Blackguard has been reformed, and our mission is clear—Joker dies, along with anyone foolish enough to stand with him.

Z ran into trouble with the Navy, and guess who was there? Kalh of the Amenhotep, sitting pretty in his uniform. Asylum. That bastard took asylum with the Navy and somehow climbed his way up to Commodore of the goddamn 5th Fleet. Acting like he owns the place, like he's running the entire government. The arrogance. Where the hell is Darius when you need him? That man would’ve sorted this mess out.

I should’ve taken my shot when I had the chance—Kalh and Golanski, playing politics in Coronado. Would’ve been easy. One moment they’re kissing Colonial ass, the next, gone. But no. That window’s long closed.

Alright. Breathe. I need to focus.

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Despite the setbacks, The Blackguard is gaining ground. People are hearing about us more and more. Whispers in the dark. That’s exactly what I want. Power in the shadows.

And then there’s the blueprints. Found something interesting—a battlecruiser design. I’m putting it to use. Resource collection is already underway, and when it’s done, this thing is going to be big. A symbol of our strength. A warning to our enemies.

The new recruits? Not bad. A little rough around the edges, but they’ve got potential. They just need the right push. Z’s still around, and that alone gives us some solid firepower.

For now, there’s nothing more to say. Nothing more to write.

End log.