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Dave Synk · 05-12-2017, 12:25 AM,

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Subject: When the man lost his way..
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Another day, another log. I was thinking to stop all this, because the memories are not enjoyable and they sometimes trigger small panic attacks when I think of what I saw and how far the aftershock of the Nomad War, went. I was took to Alberta. Me and the remaining scientists. There were no words spoken to us, the guards felt like they were ready to kill us if we started to sneeze even, imagine if we began to get noisy. We kept a grim silence on the way to Alberta. I only exchanged quick eye glancing with the other scientists but they were not eager even with that.

One researcher, had this picture of his family and kept rubbing it very aggressively. He was sweating and began to balance his boy, back and forth slowly. He was a xenobiologist and a good one. I met him before on a press conference on Denver, regarding the study of xenofauna and it's diversity pattern on various worlds. It was a shame to see him in such a bad condition. I was very nervous myself, I knew something was not good at all. I expected the worse to happen to us but I had some backup plans. If we were forced to do something that would possibly get us killed, I had in my inner pocket from the coat some rudimentary explosive made with nitric acid and glycol. With an electric contact that would shake the unstable compound with 3 seconds delay, enough to be able to take control of the situation if possible.

The guards that came from Alberta were different in the way they were looking. Maybe I was paranoid but I had the impression that they had small twitches on their eyes. They even had moments when they'd stare at us for some weird uncomfortable moments. When we arrived, the designated station where we were supposed to work was located into the far distant nebula, at the edge of the system, at around 50 K on the upper level of the planar scale. The position was very reclusive and that hinted me that the Navy did something here that was not supposed to be found by many. We arrived and we noticed the equipment was fresh, even the entire station was freshly assembled. And given the way it was assembled it was meant as a temporary base of operation. After us a reinforced military cargo vessel with heavy escort arrived. It contained a series of active K'Vosh Artifacts and Xeno Relics. They were even "charged" with a series of power enhancers to give them a "boost" they said.

I knew what these were capable of doing. What I found later on the main deck, was that the Navy discovered a gravimetric anomaly, apparently it was contained and basically the station was constructed around it. It was not the size of a jumphole, but rather the size of a hangar door. It was an anomalous kind of space-time rift. I've studied them before during the Nomad War. I won't mention the treatment because it was almost like I was a prisoner. I had no choice but to work. They used the artifacts, some of them to align them with the epicenter of the anomaly around it like a sphere. The artifacts arranged themselves alone and they began to glow. There was when I saw it... the guards.. the original staff and all of the people there, aside from us, had the eyes glowing purple faintly and looked in awe at the rift. I felt my knees crippling and couldn't move when I saw that,

I realized that the Navy was... not entirely itself. It was influenced a lot or at least they tried some twisted experiments. I received the PDA with the desired result of my work on the rift. They basically wanted to use my knowledge in order to develop a way to unlock some genetic traits regarding mind telepathy and cellular regeneration typical to the specifics of the Nomad race. I began to work on that and in parallel i developed a cortical implant that would allow me to be more resistant to exterior mind influence. It would seem like I'm just having a strong will and nothing suspicious. As I started to work in the following years, I began to have less and less contact with my wife and my son. He almost finished his studies. I tried to offer him the support and open the path for his careers with Ageira and DSE and with the LSF since I had all kind of connections because of my job with the Navy. I began to have a more bigger worth and gained access to more resources for the study. I started the experiment slowly on myself. The result after 2 years of study was well... I should basically be 55 now.. but I look like I'm 45. Or even less. So it worked.

I used Nomad materials provided by them and slowly I felt how... my mind was slipping away and had all sort of hallucinations. I took an accidental look so to speak to some other crew of researchers, about the rift they studied. They had knowledge from V1 and they wanted to create as they named it "4th Dimensional Quantum Link". The goal was to create a stable link and receive further knowledge with the presumed creators of the V1. The last line was cryptic : "We will achieve this for we desire to ascend for the Light. It's our destiny."

The last year was the final one where they wanted us to be included in the "Integration". They stated they managed to completely create the link. I was skeptical but surely I wanted to see what was this all about. I went to the main deck only to observe in the Rift Room all scientist and several guards standing around the sphere created of artifacts around the Rift, that glowed and ejected some sort of energy waves. They were just sitting there doing nothing gazing at the light coming from the artifacts. Then was the first time I've ... felt something strange that It will haunt me forever. I've heard like... a voice.. but very dark and sinister with chaotic sounds that made my spine shiver, tremble, being extremely paranoid and horrified. A part of me started to desire to see the glowing energy of the Rift. Some from the surrounding circle went through the artifacts that... just opened themselves.. right into the Rift, vanishing. I... was shocked.

The last moments of my stay on Alberta were when I passed through the chambers of my colleagues. All were standing in their knees, having each a dismantled artifact glowing and floating in front of them. And them being most likely controlled by the Nomads or... whatever entity came through the Rift... The entire station was mind controlled and began to do grotesque things, strange symbols made with blood, people being erratically doing damage to themselves and to others.. and many other things. Soon after I thought of the plan to leave with a remained shuttle, I've heard screams on the superior decks, gunshots. Everything was going to be torn apart. The people suddenly just went insane and I had fainted moments when I could hear the sinister voice in my head again. Whatever they found on the other side of the Rift, it didn't want to be disturbed.

I took one of the shuttles. A man was banging his head on the cockpit window. His head was almost cracked open but he... just didn't felt anything. He was mindless. I boosted the engines and jumped out through the blast shields. On my way back I encountered a heavy guard at the Ontario Jumphole. I told that there have been a problem with the Research Outpost "Horizon" and that I was sent to bring support. He went without saying anything to me and ... I passed through. Then I cruised desperately to Coronado and had a period of refuge there.

I told some people about the Horizon station, they never heard of it or saw anyone moving parts to build a station there. A week later, some pilots even reported there was nothing of what I spoke of. I kept low, I didn't contact anyone ever since.

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