Otto von Dresden - Stories, Logs etc

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From: Otto von Dresden
Subject: Otto von Dresden - Log-06/05/835

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I named the vessel after my grandfather — Otto von Baden — a quiet homage forged into hull plating and memory.
The stars don’t care for sentiment, but I do.
Maybe that’s my flaw.

Somewhere in the cold drift of Omicron Delta,
I crossed paths with a Zoner ship — Man’s_Express.
He said little, but what he carried spoke volumes: Kemwer Technologies.
His route traced a jagged line —
Fort Carthage in Omicron Mu to Omicron Minor,
then Omicron Delta where we spoke.
But his final destination lay in the mists of Dublin,
and I know the shadows that linger there. Probably Arranmore.

After he vanished into the darkness of Omicron Delta, I wandered again.
Patrol turned to aimless drift — until I found something.
A structure. Hidden. Silent. Not on any chart. I stared at it for too long, trying to decide what to do.
I will return. But not with a mining ship. I'm bringing the fighter with me. And something sharper than weapons:
The iron will to uncover the secrets of this base.

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Time frays out here. I’d been patrolling Mu for what felt like hours, maybe more.
Nothing moved.
Nothing breathed.
Just me and the dark.

Eventually, the silence broke.
E\V/-OCV-Shadow-Walker came into view — her silhouette all angles and shadow,
like something carved out of deep space itself.
Her commander, the second-in-command of the Eclipse Vanguard, hailed me.
He didn’t ask.
He gave me a mission.

We engaged a nomad fleet.
It was inevitable.
These things always are.
The void lit up with pulses and screams,
steel and ether tearing at each other in silence.
We were battered — rattled to the core — but somehow we pulled away,
not untouched, but unbroken.

For now, the enemy was stalled.
But in the Omicrons, nothing ever ends.
It only recedes... and waits.

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They brought in E\V/-OCV-Dim-Mak — another warship with a name like a whisper before death.
Its arrival signaled one thing: the E\V/-OCV-Shadow-Walker’s crew needed rest.
You could see it in the way they moved — like men who’d walked too close to something they weren’t meant to survive.

My own crew, Hessian through and through, remained on duty.
Stubborn pride.
Or maybe just denial.
They’d pay for that soon enough.

We returned to the battlefield.
Whatever drew us there, it wasn’t strategy — it was gravity.
We weren’t too late.
But we were just in time to see what we weren’t ready for.

The fighting was brutal.
Long.
Something primal clawed at the edge of our minds the entire time.
Still, we held.
Still, we endured.
And when it was done, we turned our broken hulls toward Fort Carthage, dragging the silence with us.

He spoke to me again.
The Vanguard commander.
No persuasion this time — just inevitability.
I submitted the application.

Not for duty.
Not for the greater good.
But because something in that blackness took Lea from me.
And one day, I will find it.
And I will make it remember.

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This is
Otto,
Otto von Dresden,
over and out.

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