On Borrowed Wings

[Dusk]

recording...
location: coronado system
current date: 26.08.835
local time: error
detected entities: locksmith

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“That... Really didn't went well, did it?..”

The video shows the icy expanses of the Barrier Rim, along which the recorder slowly floats, clearly moving by inertia. Roland's voice sounds calm, slightly melancholic.

“Entry eighteen. This may be my last.”

"It's quite ironic, really. I joined our forces to ensure the rescue of civilians. Only to find myself in need of rescue myself after the Order and the LSF attacked. I was too stubborn, trying to save the main core of the Lachesis on my gunboat. Managed to get it to the cloud before the explosion tore through the hull and threw me into outer space. Good thing I had my armor on. Too bad the power plant and comms in it were damaged in the blast. The former is barely enough for life support. By the time I can finally stop the inertia with what little power I can spare for the engines, I'll be deep in the cloud. Without any navigation or way to signal distress."

"If whoever finds this is a friend of the Legion, you may keep my armor. With a little repair, it could become a nice asset, and the computer contains some useful blueprints for further work on it. If you are not a friend of the Legion... Well, I can hardly stop you from doing the same."

"If you wish to thank me, send word to the Legion of my fate, so that the people may know."

A deep, heavy sigh.

“Sorry, Emilia. Did what I could. But... I'm sure you'll be fine now.”

There is silence for a few seconds, as if the speaker forgot to end the recording. Then, a couple of seconds before the end of the recording, the camera pans to a view of a large alien object among the icy asteroids.

"What the-"

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end of recording