The Wayfarer

[Caliban]

[entry log#12]...

[terminal location: Personal Quarters]...

[recording]...

IDENTIFICATION: Caliban

SUBJECT: Update

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[A battered Caliban drops down on a metal chair in front of the camera which stared back at him. It shook lightly as his hand dropped down on the table. He spoke as if he was drained of energy.]

It has been a while since I've visited The Wayfarer. Dust everywhere and all, but...at least the droids kept some sort of cleanliness to the place.

[He leans forward, facing his terminal. He navigates through the poorly arranged files only to give up later, rubbing the two "eyes" of his helmet as if they were his own in frustration.]

Last log was registered in 829 A.S. Those were simpler times. Compared to last year's events I am now facing the consequences of my poor decision making, Sentinels taking over Sirius and the risk of losing control permanently.

That isn't even the worst part. Revenant has gone mad. Much more so than she already was. I'd laugh at her predicament if it weren't for the fact that she also dragged a scientist named Lazurith in her problems. How far you've fallen, Raven...calling me a mad, backstabbing snake. Right, a slave too. What are you now, huh? I've seen your own friends look at you in fear. Both because they're afraid of you, and because they're afraid for their lives.

I've seen you and Laz get taken by Hemlocke. You truly pissed him off. While you're gone the Sentinels are spreading like a plague, and I can't do much to stop them. Or slow them down. I hope your happy with what you've done with yourself wherever you are.

[He shrugs, tapping against the table's surface with his fingers in a certain rythm. Ticked off by the entire situation, perhaps.

One man doing his best to hold off a plague. It almost sounds heroic. Wish I'd turn to someone to find the help I really need though. But I'm not you, Raven. Besides, who would I turn to? Damien? I've forged some sort of truce with him and Section 8 with Fiorella's help. But that doesn't mean I can go and ask colossal favors like these. What can he do anyway? Shoot them? It doesn't work anymore. The Sentinels have grown too strong.

It feels like I got stronger myself though. I managed to interact with the anomalies around Sirius. Better than ever, actually...I can choose the destination somehow. But it's Them that I keep running into. The Sentinels can sense my presence faster than ever. I need a way to hide myself from them. And fast, because - ...right. The Shrine may not last for long. I've had visions. A Dark Matter Storm to overtake the place. A structure that lasted centuries would crumble at the hands of the Sentinels.

My options are limited right now. To find a solution to this problem I'll need either something, or someone. Something? An artefact, a shiny rock or something. A miracle if there is!

Someone? No one knows Nomads better than Nomads themselves. This name...Sho'zak. Or Shozak. It bounced around a lot. It's the only lead I've got so far. Besides...they've got something to do with Hemlocke. I need to find them whether I want to or not. I sincerely doubt they would agree to anything even if I found that one through some miracle. Nomads will be Nomads. Especially when we're talking about the Mainshare.

[Caliban gets up from his chair, leaning towards the terminal's camera. His helmet's lenses focus at the video recording briefly before extending his arm to end today's log.]

There are more details in this story than what I'm letting on, but I'm not here to create audio novels.

[recording complete]...

... [saved]

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