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**Exploration** · 08-26-2025, 06:02 PM,

Time: 14:56 Date: 26/08/835 A.S
Location: ACV Eidolon Wraith - Inverness.
Entry: 03 - Flying Relics

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The recording began and the dark haired woman appeared once more. She was sitting in a command chair on the bridge of a vessel though its interior did not match the one from before. The PDA appeared to be propped up on a console and it clearly displayed the armor she was wearing on this occasion rather than previous casual attire. The Armor appeared to match the Technocracy theme suggesting it had been designed in house by them.

“Kinda lonely aboard this thing. I thought I'd talk to myself about recent events again, hopefully it'll bring me some sort of perspective on just what in the name of Hades is going on. Also hey, like my new gear? A little gift from Hunt after the syndicate decided to riddle my old stuff with armor piercing rounds. Even has a helmet to match! I feel like a proper bad bitch now. Ha!.”

Amy twerked her torso a little to show off the flanks of the armor she was wearing with a teasing smile, although it was all acted out in a deliberately comedic way. Finishing her display with a shake of her head to sway her hair which draped around the neck of the chest piece.

“So!. I had to summon the Titania to the militant station in Pennsylvania. Massive Navy assault and we needed every ounce of firepower we could muster. The fight for those guys is gonna be tough, I know this much. The Navy were driven off eventually but we took damage along the port beam and it highlighted to me something that saddens me. I think the grand old lady has lost her sparkle. Phoenix, my pride and joy, she simply couldn't deal with that volume of targets in that environment. We found out rapidly that the power output necessary was overloading the generators and several times we had to override the circuit breakers to keep the ship in the fight. I had to send Desmond down to engineering to direct the guys down there. Just.. what a mess it was.”

The woman sighed in a defeated way. Shaking her head at the thought. Her gaze seemed distant as she spoke although this soon softened to her usual tone once more. Though the expression on her face was a mixture of frustration and conflict. Clearly she didn’t like the thoughts going through her mind.

“Maybe Titania is just getting too old for this type of war. Maybe we both are. Phoenix is upset as she thinks she somehow failed us at that moment. What was she supposed to do!? The Navy sent everything. We had two Overlords basically on top of us at one point and if it wasn't for her they would have torn us right in half. It reminds me of the final fight we had together in the Omegas all those years ago. I saw her push Warhammer beyond its design limits to buy us time and I get the overwhelming feeling that we are now getting to that point again. I miss that beautiful ship… not a day goes by where I don't think about her. Rest easy my faithful warrior..”

Amy leaned back in the chair. A flash of a mournful gaze illustrated a sadness there in that moment, of a great loss within. This seemed to linger for a few moments as she had fallen silent, this was to the backdrop of the machinery and systems in the background. The faint hum of the vessel beneath her took over the setting for a moment before she finally spoke again.

“I wonder if it is maybe time to finally retire Titania from the fleet. Hades, she’s been doing this for long enough. We can't really up the firepower beyond what it is, there simply isn't enough space for more weapons on the hull. Plus the gaps in the point defense leave us open to fast ships like gunships or similar. Despite Phoenix and her abilities, she can't change the basic characteristics of it. If she calls for a gun to swing around and target an enemy and it falls into a blind spot, you can't do anything, you rely on your escorts or pray the shield holds. Which.. several times in that engagement the generator quit on us, again due to a serious power shortage. I just simply don't know what to do. Not great as a commander and a Venator, huh? That I don't know? I feel so useless sometimes, almost like I am a passenger in some of these situations. I can bark orders all I like but it doesn’t change the fact she’s an aging vessel in a very modern and dangerous universe.”

There was a brief pause. A hint of frustration combined with disappointment in her voice in her trailing words. Amy flicked her hair back. Her gaze re-aligning on the camera.

“I am sitting on the Eidolon Wraith at the moment and I can only begin to imagine the stuff that went on aboard this ship. Ugh. Actually.. let's scratch that thought. I don't even wanna know what Hunt and Raven got up to on this thing, have enough trouble sleeping as it is!. Though, that horrific image aside, this is a relic too. It seems to be keeping with the times better than the Titania. I see it has the usual refinements and flair going on in that almost nothing in here seems original. In fact.. a lot of things aboard this ship are automated. The result is I feel weirdly alone and the whole place has a cold clinical feel to it. Maybe the ship does have a heart and I just don't see it yet? Who knows. Maybe I can learn a thing or two from this ship. I’ll need to look at this thing a bit more closely in the coming days and see what I can make of it.”

Amy shifted herself in the chair and leaned in closer to the camera while simultaneously reaching over for a drink that was just out of shot. Staring squarely at the camera as she blinked a moment or two. The tiredness showed in her face. It was clear she was exhausted both physically and mentally. Though with that she took a sip of her drink, pursing her lips after swallowing a mouthful.

“I am soooo tired. You know? Naomi is getting closer to her due date and that is yet another elephant edging its way into the room. Imagine it. The whole legacy I fought for hinges on me, a relic, and a relic of a ship. I wouldn't bet on those odds and yet.. Naomi seems to. It keeps me going, you know? Despite it all. Though, speaking of which, I need to talk to Hans soon, too. He's our magical medical friend from Med Force. Before whatever is happening to me gets much worse and I actually die from whatever this is.. or from Naomi for not asking him.”

The room gradually changed from brightly lit to dull and murky. Suggesting the vessel was moving and had since moved into a solar shadow. She had a drink glass resting on the arm of the chair she was sitting in and simply steadied it with the fingertips of her right hand. A smirk crept across her face as she finished her train of thought.

“Mm. I get the impression from her that some days she wants to smack me over the head with something blunt, the only thing saving me from her wrath is she’s really fat and sleepy at the moment. Though, I'm pretty sure I live on caffeine supplements and coffee at this point, sleep is just a distant memory for me and I yet watch her pass out for hours at time soaking it up! Ugh. Why am I the way I am, I’m ranting about nothing. I uh. Crap. I’m definitely dead if she ever watches this and what I’ve just said.“

Amy sighed with a soft smile returning as she downed the remaining contents of her glass.

“Anyway. Enough of my insanity for one day. Till next time, future me! Or uh. Naomi. Bye!”

Amy reached over with her left hand to tap the screen, ending the recording.

Recording Terminated.

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