The Stormclaw Journal

[thisDerius]

Log Entry – For a while...

Hah. I almost forgot this thing was still on my ship. My old logs are still here, filled with memories—some good, some… less so. But no time for nostalgia. A lot has changed over the past year, and now that I’ve finally broken free, I can get back to doing what I do best—flying, fighting, gunning freely.

So, here’s what went down:

I was on the verge of closing a weapons deal with some Corsairs when things went sideways. Ambushed. Barely made it out alive. Ended up crash-landing on Nauru—hell of a place to be stranded, but I didn’t have time to linger. I kept moving, dodging threats, and somehow found myself on Malta. Spent a few months there before hitching a ride on a transport bound for Gallia. That was where I got lucky.

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Ran into an old friend who pulled some strings and got me a ship—nothing fancy, but it was mine. I took it straight back to Sirius, eager to reconnect. First thing I did was reach out to Z, and that’s when I learned he had landed himself a solid position with Auxesia. Figured I’d try to get back in as an affiliate, but for some reason, I thought they were ignoring me. Turns out, my dumb ass just didn’t see Raven’s comm. Smooth, Tia. Real smooth.

After giving it some thought, I realized I needed to go back to my roots. Home.

Kusari. The Golden Chrysanthemums.

They raised me, shaped me, turned me into who I am. And while I won’t be rejoining them outright—I’m not one to be tied down—I will work alongside them as a freelancer. My soul is meant to be free, but my heart will always belong with them.

Closing log.