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Leo · 07-01-2025, 06:52 AM,

IDENT: FLINTLOCKE
SUBJ: RAPTURE
ENCP: HIGH

I was enjoying a peaceful rest when my communicator pinged. When I opened the message, I noticed that Brad hadn't removed me from the feeds from Ikarus and A.B.A.D.D.O.N. was notifying me various issues with our old home. Decompressions, damages to vital systems, the list went on and on. Was Brad no longer at the station? I summoned a small team to make a trip to Tau-23 when Dr. Morningstar arrived onboard the Freeport.

When I spoke to him about the situation, he immediately gave me the access codes to the Zenith. He stayed behind to man the Darkhorse in the event that the Starfliers representative arrived during our absence. Within a few hours, we had arrived at our old home in the stars...and found her quite worse for wear. Environmental systems onboard were down and not a single crewman in sight. It was like they all just...

...left.

Food was left uneaten, reports left unfinished...it was like an emergency had forced them out the airlocks. Concerned, I reviewed security footage and found it blank, not corrupted just...erased. Standing the security office, I found my eyes drawn to that ever present harbinger lurking outside on one of the security feeds--the Anomaly. Had it swallowed the crew of Ikarus? It had been known to spawn off parts of itself in the past which got dangerously close to the stations infrastructure, even sometimes clipping through without any sign of malice. Looking around the station now though and the haunting absence of my former friends and allies. Well, it made you wonder.

We stabilized the installation with what goods were left on board and got to work on finding ships to ferry goods to the station. Pathfinder-7 was even able to get in contact with a passing transport captain and request their aid in exchange for credits. Money is tight right now but...Ikarus had been good to us for many many years and I wasn't about to be the one to put her in her grave.

A detailed inventory of various tech onboard has yielded no answers. Everything is still in it's normal places. Even the ▋▋▋▋ ▋▋▋▋▋▋ ▋▋▋▋ and ▋▋▋▋▋▋▋▋ ▋▋▋▋▋ ▋▋▋▋▋ were untouched. If this had been a robbery or theft, those items would have been the very first to have been whisked away.

As more systems are coming online, we're able to do more of a deep dive into various subsystems. Most of the logs are still here but everything for the past few days is absent. A detailed review will be done on the remainder of the station in the coming days. I've locked down the docking ports and mooring platforms in the interim while we figure out what happened. I've also enacted protocols to ensure that if my people disappear like those before, a message is able to be left behind detailing the cause. I've got to get back to Omicron Delta before the Starfliers representative arrives.

This was not a homecoming I was expecting nor wanted. This is deeply concerning. I haven't been this worried in a long long time. Not since Erie. I'll get to the bottom of this after my survey completion of Omicron Pi. I hate to put this off but...exploration calls.

You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark.

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