The Stormclaw Journal

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Log Entry – Date Unknown

*yawn* … I’ve been bored. Not with flying—never with flying—but with everything in between. The downtime. The waiting.

I needed something to do, so I made a decision: find new allies against the Outcasts. I don’t know when we might need each other, so I reached out to the Corsairs. Not my first choice, but let’s be honest—I don’t have the luxury of being picky. The Commune’s getting desperate. They’ve called in the Reavers.

The Reavers… just another pack of mercs who went quiet for a while. Problem is, they follow the credits, and that can be useful—or a pain in the ass.

I’ve been getting too comfortable lately, underestimating my enemies. That nearly cost me. Nomak dodged the Corsairs, but he didn’t dodge me. He got a shot in, along with some Reaver bastard, but I knew he was at the end of the line. So I took my chance—I rammed him hard. His ship went down with me right on top of it.

That damn Reaver had sharp aim, though. Annoyingly so. We went head-on, I gave him hell, but even with half my hull left, I knew I wouldn’t last long against someone like him. I need to be smarter. Stronger.

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On another note, the ship’s construction has begun. The Blackguard now holds an IRG cell, two Nomad Derelict Artifacts, about 46 dead Wilde pilots, and several units of Azurite gas. Not bad. Not bad at all. I plan to move everything onto the ship, let the research happen there—properly.

Now, the name… I remember Joker calling it Tempris. Something about fire. Flame. Whatever. But you know what? It fits.

The Blackguard War Vessel Tempris.

I like the sound of that.

No sign of Joker yet, but the new recruits are proving themselves. We’re getting stronger. We’re making moves.

Let’s keep pushing. Let’s show them who really runs this show.

End log.