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34th Brigade · 12-31-2025, 05:44 PM,

December 31st. Here it is - another line between two years, 835 and 836 A.S. This was different from 833 A.S., when the entire staff (or almost the entire staff) gathered on Dabadoru to take a single group photograph. Of all those in that photograph, only a few survived to the end of the Expedition. The souls of the others were lost in the Abyss. And only one damned one returned to set everything right.

But they succeeded. They won. They ensured that the deaths of their comrades were not in vain. Through the combined efforts of the newly minted agents and veterans of the Brigade, Andry Scott and the nightmares that followed him were destroyed. Burned, forgotten forever.

...

Alfred sat on a bench by the river, which was already covered in ice. Snow was falling on Akabat. The falling flakes from the clouds obscuring the star Omicron Mu created a romantic atmosphere at 5:00 a.m. It was still dark, but a lamppost near the bench dispelled the darkness, just as the Order had been trying to dispel it for 35 years.

He looked at the ice on the river and thought about the past. About how he had ended up in the 116th Squadron, about his long journey in the 34th Brigade, and about how he, of all people, had survived the Expedition. He still remembered his years in the Bundschuh and how he had left, choosing the path of protecting all humanity, casting aside the internal strife within his own House. So much had happened, and he was still alive...

Footsteps. The crunch of snow underfoot. Someone was approaching. Alfred turned at the sound and saw Adam Helson. He was walking with his hands stuffed into his coat pockets. Approaching the bench, he exchanged glances with Alfred and sat down next to him.

"How did it go?" The significance of the question was difficult to overstate. For two years, the people had been questioning the Brigade's loyalty to the Order, and after the events with Andry Scott, the tension had only increased. When they saw with their own eyes that Andry was a real person, not a fiction, their perspective changed dramatically. After the battle in the Tokelau Cloud, not only the Brigade had seen Andry, but also those who had participated in Hades's escort to Omicron Mu.

"William will tell you. He'll be right there."

CV-Hades arrived at its destination. The trial was launched and proceeded more quickly than expected. 34th Brigade presented all possible evidence in their favor, the most important of which was Andry's body. What was there... It was no longer human. Something utterly horrific and incomprehensible to the mind. People don't talk about things like that. William Scott provided his perspective on the events. Second Division provided assistance to the Brigade and planned an attack on Andry, who was sure to appear in person. Although suspicions will still be voiced and questions will still be raised, officially the Brigade is in no danger. Nor are anyone who had a hand in its creation.

Jimmy Manderson also learned why others couldn't see Andrey Scott's personal file in the Order's neural network. It turned out to be much simpler than it seemed: Andry's personal photo was infected, causing memory loss of viewing his file. The camera footage was also infected, so... He should have figured it out sooner: Jimmy quickly programmed the camera to blur and opened Andrey's file. Now it all worked. The personal file was so infected that editing the code was also impossible: when viewing, the memory was also erased. But it was impossible do much with the blur effect. At least the Brigade now has another piece of evidence.

But who entered the infected element into the personal file?

Adam and Alfred turned around together at the sound of crunching snow. Colonel William Scott approached them. They both remained sitting, which would have been considered a violation of regulations, but they knew each other too well to follow those rules. Only in the presence of others. William sat down next to them and handed the papers to Adam.

"Here's everything you need," he said. "The case is officially closed. The reasons have been established, and now they've completely left us alone. Everyone has been acquitted, and Waldemar will be awarded a reward. And one more thing. After the battle in Zeta, I lost many good men. I petitioned for you to join my unit."

"We - me and Alfred, or the entire Brigade?" Adam asked.

"Ask me any more stupid questions, Helson, and I'll start telling you you're infected."

The sun was already appearing on the horizon.

"So... What now?"

...

"Uninvited guests onboard of CV-Hades, this is Jimm Nimes.

In case you forgotten, this cruiser operates under the same rules as the same of the whole Order. Andry Scott is not the law.

I am the law.

Andry Scott is common infected; guilty of murder; guilty of treason; guilty of supporting the alien threat of the Nomads and their creators - Daam-K'Vosh. And from this second he and all his minions who came here are sentenced to death. Any attempt to prevent me from establishing justice will be regarded as support for this element and will be punished accordingly. You have been warned. And for infected ones - it's judgdment time."

The lights on the cruiser went out just as Jimm finished speaking. His crew had no trouble fighting their way to the relay room before plunging the entire cruiser into darkness, and five minutes later, shutting down gravity and life support systems. For him and his men, this was standard procedure for those times when they needed to storm an enemy vessel. And the Hades, today, was that vessel. But for others, it was unexpected and uncomfortable. Fighting in zero-gravity or airless conditions isn't difficult if you're prepared. But when you're hastily changing positions and fighting styles because you're floating in the air, your prepared opponents will have the advantage. Adam Helson and Jimmy Manderson were with Jim at the time. They were freed first and had to reach the bridge. Only then would gravity, air generation, and temperature control be restored to the ship. But until then, they were on equal terms with the 34th Brigade assault team.

Ten minutes later, laser rifle fire began flashing throughout the ship. Neither side wanted to give up their positions: for the Brigade, Hades was something of a sacred place; for the Order, an object to be delivered from point A to point B; for the infected, a place where everything would be decided. Scott's pawns obeyed "officers," if that's what you could call the monsters with incubi inside them. And they were the most troublesome. And when such an officer died at the hands of the assault team, the unfortunate ones, their minds clouded, panicked. They begged for mercy. They forgot everything. They were afraid and felt a primal dread. Imagine falling asleep in your room and waking up on the battlefield, fighting for something you don't even know, and now the barrel of a rifle was pointed at you.

"Please... I do not know anything, what... What is going on?! Help me!"

"Kill them all."

Samuel didn't want to do it. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Mike caught up with him.

"Mike, I do not think we have to..."

"Do it."

The last thing those unfortunate enough to survive the death of their "masters" saw was a flash of red light erupting from the barrel of a rifle, giving them the death they deserved. The veterans of the Expedition, those who survived it and remained sane, revealed a different side of themselves to those who were lucky enough to join the crew of Hades in November 834 A.S. The veterans had seen things even the most seasoned agent of the Order wouldn't want to witness in person, much less experience again. And they'd been experiencing them over and over for a year. Suicides, sacrifices, bloodbaths - and that was just the tip of the iceberg of the madness that unfolded aboard the cruiser and its accompanying vessels in the Abyss. So the more the infected officers delved into their minds, the more insane the assault team became. Trying to hallucinate and drive them mad, they only fueled their rage, turning them into something sinister, something no man of the Order should be. And at some point, small groups began to cross the line and descend into a bloody rage. The torments of the fallen were broadcast over radio frequencies to their allies. Not every member of the Order who came to Hades to deliver him to Omicron Mu could calmly surrender. The line between Homo sapiens and primitive creatures was blurred.

They were driven by anger. Hatred. Helson and Jimmy weren't any luckier than the others: they fought their way through with the others and slowly descended into rage with them. But before they even reached the bridge, they felt the tension mounting.

Andry Scott was heading for the cruiser. Or rather, his capsule was heading there.

In a frenzied rage, all the Brigade veterans rushed to the ship's hold, hoping to catch the man they hated. When the capsule appeared before their eyes, they all felt a sudden loss of strength. This creature refused to give up.

"Jimm, kill this creature right now!"

Nimes found the strength to grab his rifle and then get closer. The others began to actively help him, preparing for the worst. Just as the capsule began to open, revealing the monster, suddenly...

A flash. Another. Another. And another. Relief. When the capsule opened completely, what was usually called the "head" was a mess.

Andry Scott was dead.

At that very moment, Helson and Jimmy found themselves on the bridge. Filled with rage, they prepared for the assault, but the sudden disappearance of the nightmares that had haunted them for a year told them the infantry had achieved its goal. But madness doesn't go away overnight.

"Helson, we most do it! They made their choice, we should kill all of them!"

"No. We won't do anything. This is an order."

"But sir, we..."

"I said we won't do it."

Thirty minutes later, a discussion about what had happened took place on the bridge. All the cards were laid bare, as was the entire plan to capture Scott. The decision was made to continue on course. Those who died that day were either forgotten forever or relegated to the ranks of human heroes, even if they died at the hands of their own comrades.

The details of the assault were kept quiet.

...

"Three o'clock, Waldemar. He's right behind you!"

"Ja, ja, I see!"

"Missile, 15 o'clock. Missile, 15 o'clock. Roll left, roll left. Flares, fla-"

An explosion. The ship rocked, and everything in his head was jumbled. The enemy had successfully locked onto his tail, and it looked like Waldemar wouldn't be able to survive another missile launch.

"Engine fire. Engine fire-"

"Otto!" - Richard shouted. Amidst all the chaos, Waldemar managed to hear the audible notification that the enemy ship had been shot down. The 41st Wing commander arrived just in time to prevent the enemy from launching a second missile.

"Low fuel, low fuel, low fuel-"

"The missile punctured the fuel tanks, and one of the engines failed. I became much slower."

"Do we see that fucker?! That Andry Scott? I've still got no sign of him!"

"Richard, there's another one incoming!" - One of 41st Wing pilots reported.

"̸̲̖̪̃O̴̧͙̞̼̰͐̈̈́T̶̗̒̿̐T̴͍̮͎̖̗́́̐̌Ỏ̷̼,̴͉̫̰̖͆̀̀͝ ̸̨̛͓͍̥̮̌̈́̚À̷̧̔̉̀Ŕ̴̥̑E̸̖̮̟͛͌̎͜͠ ̴̣͍̂̄̓̄Y̵̰̣̞̑͆̿̈́͝O̸̬͚̝͌͜U̴͉͆ ̸͉͇̲̭͑H̶̹̿̈́͑͒̂Ę̸̡̭̱̘̓R̴̡̧̢̂È̴͉̗̗̠̓̈ͅ?̴̮̦̐̑͝!̵͍̻̖͒̊͐̾"̶͖͗̆̽̀̆͜

"Did you hear?"

"Oui, that's not a radio issues.

It's him."

The "Tau-5" signature appeared in the clouds and the thick of the battle. A Bastet MK2. As if fresh from Carthage and ready to defend humanity with the latest technology.

Ả̵̺͜L̵̡̛͜F̴͇̖̍̂R̶͕̽E̴̘̓̓D̵͕͚̍͠,̵͘͜ ̸̩̺̾K̴͒ͅȌ̶͖͖J̸̱͖̃Ỉ̴̩͇̕,̴̳̒͗ ̴͉̣̄̋Â̵̩D̸̫͌Á̵̙M̴̖̺͠,̸̘͇̓͋ ̷̳̲͠Ȁ̶̡̞R̸͖̓͑E̷̛̳͙͛ ̶̪̮̅͠Ý̴͚͎O̸̢̊̓U̴̧̓̾ ̴͖͌Ĥ̷͕Ĕ̶͇R̴̭̂̔E̶͓̤͗?̸̤̔͘!̵̜͂̏

"Low speed, low speed, low speed-"

"Waldemar, any ideas?!"

"They are regroupping, we've lost five of our vessels. Number advantage is on their side!"

Otto sighed.

"We'll do same as before." He said to Richard.

"We what?!"

"We'll trow everything and everyone at Andry Scott. No matter at what costs."

"Same move as before, oui?"

"Ja, looks like that. Send the signal and regroup, prepare for strike, now, now!"

Waldemar's slowly moving ship became part of the attack formation, the flagship of which was the "Omicron-93", Lucas's "Anubis".

"No matter what happens, no one retreats or leaves the fight. Our target is Andry Scott. Even if you're burning, I must see your guns fire."

O̶͖̎͛T̷̼͚̅̆T̶̨̜̅O̷͛͋͜,̴̠͠ ̷̺̈̀I̶̛̟͗'̸͔̀̈L̷̢̝͌L̸͔͔͠ ̶̿ͅK̷̘͝I̵͈̹͂̚L̴͇͍̋̿Ḷ̵̒ ̴̗͐Ą̸̝͆̕L̴͔̈͠L̸̿͜͝ ̵̩͌O̸̠̝͂F̶̳̭̿̿ ̴̺̭͛Y̵̻͠Ó̵̫̂Ű̸̻̤̒.̴̢̅ ̸͓͌Y̷͚͗͝O̶͔̔̐U̶͋̔ͅ'̸̹̐̃L̸̞͘L̴̯̈́̀ ̵̬͆B̷̥̱̊Ë̶͍̖́ ̸̛̗͐͜D̵̳̣͂E̸̓͜Ả̴̗̈D̸̢͔̋͂.̷͔͚̑ ̷̟͓̏̑Y̷͚͠Ò̴̰͠U̵̫͝'̸̧͐̕R̸̺̚E̵̛̮̔ ̷͕̮̆S̶̛̹͈Ó̴̠͑,̸̪̏ ̷̱́S̴̳̚͝Ȯ̸̥,̷̗̽ ̷̨͈̽̆S̷̻̀Ọ̴̧̀.̶̯̎.̴̙͛.̷̘͈̋͗ ̷̞̄D̶͔̆͛Ȅ̵̺L̷͇̅I̵̼̽С̸̻͐I̸̦͊͝O̸͉͗͝Ǔ̴̦Ṣ̶̌!̴̡̽̕ͅ

"They're all going to attack!" One of 341st Wing pilots reported.

"MOOOVE!"

Both walls of fighters rushed to attack, seeking more advantageous positions to strike or provide cover for their comrades. Waldemar tried to squeeze the maximum out of his ship, to reach the battlefield and finish Scott off himself. In this chaos, he would be too busy with the others to attack him directly. This was his chance!

"Missile, 10 o'clock. Missile, 10 o'clock. Roll right, roll rig-"

Another explosion. The ship began to spin, the remnants of the nanobots began to seal the hole. At least air leaks, pressure drops and temperature changes were avoided. But even such a split second was enough for Waldemar, coupled with everything else, even with all his preparation, to begin rapidly losing consciousness.

"Overload, overload, overload-"

"Heavy breathing... I should do something...

He's coming, he's coming... They'll die because of me, they'll die because of me... Lucas, plea- Somebody..."

"Eject! Eject! Eject!"

Gathering all his strength, he fumbled for the ejection lever. The last thing he saw before the capsule sealed him from space was the one who hated him most, Lucas De Richard, firing the final shot at Andry Scott's ship. Bastet burst into flames and began to disintegrate, like many of the 341st and 41st Wings.

He was real after all.

And he could be defeated.

...

Jimmy Manderson began rifling through the files. He assured them he'd find the source of the infection in Andry's personal file. He looked like a fanatic, nervously rifling through the documents, rechecking every saved file about Scott. Everything was infected. Absolutely everything! Holding the camera in front of his face, he could only see a blurry image, but as soon as he looked away, he saw a blank image.

Who could it be?! How could this have happened?! He wasn't sleeping well anymore. He practically wasn't sleeping. He was so immersed in uncovering the cause that he wanted to know, to get to the bottom of it, as if there was something higher than he could imagine. The deaths of his friends, the deaths of his comrades on the Expedition... Everything could be for nothing if he didn't find out how Scott had managed to do this.

Or... He didn't want to know? Who was editing Scott's personal file? Who was behind the entire bureaucracy of the 34th Brigade? Why didn't Andry visit Jimmy like the others? It can't be, he must have just been lucky. Surely that's how it is... Surely...

No.

Scott was controlling Jimmy when he made the edits. All that contamination in Andry's personal file, all those diabolical lines of code, and the image of an ordinary person so horribly distorted for the human mind... Jimmy did it all. And then Scott implanted memories in him that he was doing it not before returning to Sirius, but after. That's why Jimmy thought everything was fine. That's why he spent the whole year deluding himself, unaware of what he had done. As this thought flashed through his mind, Jimmy remembered Victor's article, Alexandra's notes, those death cases... He slowly closed his laptop, went over all the thoughts in his head again, and realized there was no mistake.

"This was your doing."

He wrote a note. They would find it later. He found a chair and cut his sheet, making a makeshift rope. He pulled out the photo of his guys taken in 833 A.S. So many faces, and now almost none of them were around.

Jimmy sat on the floor and burst into tears.

...

His family. His Brigade. His home. And he was the one who took part in the destruction of his home. He loved them all to the last. It hurt him to see one of his friends die. Behind the thick skin of the Brigade bureaucrat, who had seen much, hid a pure soul that was afraid. Afraid that this would be on her conscience. And now the skin cracked, and all the horrors poured into Jimmy's soul. It was all on his conscience.

No one won't forgive him for this.

"You won't forgive yourself either."

...

Jimmy Manderson Wrote:"Adam, I understand everything. I deleted all the files about Andry and rewrote them myself, including everything I wrote down on paper. You can consider this a correction of those mistakes. Everything you'll find is there. Now this death is officially documented. The expedition has come to an end. Finally.

The files were infected, and whoever did it left you this note. I didn't suspect it myself until the very end, and then it dawned on me. Or rather, I didn't want to suspect it. I was afraid. I was afraid that everything we'd been through over the past few months was entirely my fault. This blood is on my hands. And I'll have to pay for it.

I have no forgiveness, and you know it. If it makes you feel better, all the documents are in order. Whoever wants to come to us will have to work hard to get to the bottom of the slightest mistake, which doesn’t even exist. I also left you a list of people who could be candidates for my position. Rest assured, they're cool guys, and I've done my best to ensure the next generation of paperworms are worthy.

Give my best wishes to the guys. I hope they get well soon. I love you all very much, guys, and I don't want anyone else to suffer because of my mistakes.

Tell Victor I loved him. I hope it was mutual, though I doubt it. Okay, enough of the sentimentality.

Time to take another step."

Putting the photograph next to the note, he stood on the chair. He knew exactly what he had to do. He stuck his head through the noose. Kicking the chair back with his feet, Jimmy felt the pressure of the noose around his neck. The air grew thinner and thinner...

Darkness gradually clouded his vision, granting him the death he deserved for what he had done.

The expedition took another life. This time, the last.

It was snowing on Akabat...

IN LOVING MEMORY OF

...

Jimmy Manderson
"An example of diligence, hard work, professionalism, eccentricity and self-sacrifice"

"CURSED GOD"
Story made by @34th Brigade

...

WITH THE PARTICIPATION OF

@Toaster
@Goliath
@Slomon K'Hara
@Das Wilde
@Phoenix
@The Platform

...

It would be sheer blasphemy not to mention what became of the characters after the internal events concluded. We respect those who journeyed with the 34th Brigade from start to finish and were able to participate in our events in one way or another. However, we will only mention those who played a key role in the events, whose characters were present almost exclusively.

The list lacks any significant characters, and they're scattered around. However, you'll spot the main villain in any way.

@"Perfect Gentleman"

...

Meet the "Hades fist" - Jimm Nimes
Commander of the 34th Brigade infantry units since June 10, 830 A.S., commander of Second Division infantry units since January 1, 836 A.S.

The boarding of the cruiser Hades was a success for this man. The fury of the Order's infantry sometimes rivals the inhumanity of the infected from the thrice-damned Omega-58, and for good reason: he and his men, who survived the Expedition, experienced the effects of psychosis much earlier than others. Joining the Second Division meant he was forced to abandon his home, CV-Hades. Now his skills are needed on CV-Gothica. And William Scott's crew can rest easy, knowing who is guarding their peace.

Meet the "Brigade's father" - Adam Helson
Commander of the 34th Brigade since June 10, 830 A.S., commander of 1st Detachment since January 1, 836 A.S.

A vindicated commander of the 34th Brigade, who began his career in the 116th Strike Squadron, this man witnessed the Brigade's creation, the Expedition and its horrors, and was directly involved in perhaps the Brigade's most difficult decisions, all to end the life of one man. The risky undertaking proved a great success, and now Adam faces a brilliant career in the Order. Perhaps. Many trials still lie ahead, and William Scott expects even greater achievements from the now-Major Helson and his unit, 1st Detachment, where's 34th Brigade and 15th Brigade placed.

Meet the "Old school" - Alfred Schwarz
34th Brigade pilot - "Anubis" callsign since June 10, 830 A.S.; commander of 351st Wing since September 11, 834 A.S.

Alfred Schwartz lived through it all. From the 116th Attack Squadron to the victory over Andry Scott, this man had come a long way and could hardly call himself a worthy replacement for his commanders, no matter who they were. But he was able to take over the responsibilities of the 351st Wing Commander with dignity when there were compelling reasons to do so. And he managed to raise a generation that played a vital role in the Brigade's new operations and gave it a chance to survive. He's still holds the 351st Wing. Not because he can't keep being Commandant and higher. He just doesn't want to. If Adam Helson led the Brigade, then its soul was and always will be Alfred Schwartz. For everyone.

Meet the "New generation" - Kunrad Amhrad
34th Brigade pilot - "Rogue" callsign since May 4, 835 A.S.; commander of 411th Wing since June 8, 835 A.S.; commander of 1st Group since January 1, 836 A.S.

A new talent for the Order and the entire 34th Brigade, this man became part of the unit's first wave of recruits, just shortly after the Brigade's departure from Eclipse Vanguard. His operational methods and ability to gather information from anywhere earned him an excellent reputation within the Brigade. A great future is predicted for him: on the morning of January 1st, he receives orders conferring the rank of Commandant and assuming command of the 1st Group, which includes the 351st and 411th Wings. His journey is just beginning.

Meet the "Lost one" - Andry Scott
34th Brigade pilot - "Tau-5" callsign since September 11, 832 A.S.; M.I.A. since August 11, 834 A.S., K.I.A. since December 21, 835 A.S.

A monster and a beast. Something even the most stern veterans of the 34th Brigade never speak of. This terrible creation of Daam-K'Vosh was unleashed in 835 A.S., a year after its treacherous betrayal of the 34th Brigade. Its actions nearly led to the collapse of the plans of William Scott, the Second Division, and the 34th Brigade. However, he was stopped. This accursed being took to Jimmy Manderson the grave with it. Nevertheless, the Brigade will survive all this. But they will never forget.

Meet the "Pride of Gallia" - Andrea d'Arce
34th Brigade pilot - "Melusine" callsign since July 24, 835 A.S.; leaved 34th Brigade in December 15, 835 A.S.

Andrea didn't start out on the best foot in the 34th Brigade, but she managed to earn a position and a well-deserved position as an agent in the 411th Wing. There, she also earned the undivided attention of Andry Scott. Something terrible haunted her until December 21st: waking up that night, she felt as if something heavy had been lifted from her shoulders. Only later would she learn that the 34th Brigade she had left behind had killed monster. Nevertheless, it was she who alerted the others in Omicron Delta to Waldemar Otto's arrival. If not for her message, the Division would not have launched an attack and probably lost Hades. Her journey continues out of 34th Brigade. But the future is uncertain.

Meet the "Yours truly" - Lex Hale
34th Brigade pilot - "Raven" callsign since April 18, 835 A.S.

For Lex Hale, the events within the Brigade were like a training ground for pilots: increased infected activity on Omicron Delta forced him and his comrade, Kunrad Amhrad, to check the system more frequently than usual. While awaiting trial as a pilot of the 351st Wing, he discovered that the investigation had unexpectedly come to an end, and he, like many others, had been acquitted. Some may consider him "unlucky," but Alfred Schwartz sees himself in him: Lex is unlikely to want to assume the position of commander of the 351st Wing, as Alfred had previously done. But nothing is known yet. Hale has a long way to go.

Meet the "Agressive" - Waldemar Otto
Commander of 341st Wing - "Tau-4" callsign since July 27, 835 A.S.; commander of 2nd Group since January 1, 836 A.S.

Having endured a difficult service in the Second Division, becoming commander of the 341st Wing, and escaping his bitter past, Waldemar has changed greatly in the past months. The events with Andry Scott have had a particularly profound impact. He made a difficult choice that would surely set him on the path to betrayal within the Order and should have tarnished his reputation even further. But things turned out differently: Andry Scott died, and now he leads the 2nd Group of the 34th Brigade. He intends to restore the 342nd and 343rd Wings to service and, now as Commandant, lead the Order's newly minted pilots and agents to new victories.

Meet the "Promising One" - William Eckert
34th Brigade pilot - "Tau-11" callsign since August 17, 835 A.S.

One of the 341st Wing's new recruits, William Eckert has distinguished himself with utmost valor in all manner of events involving the Order, the Brigade, and Andrew Scott. Having completed Waldemar Otto's forced march and demonstrated his skills not just in words but in deeds, he is predicted to have a bright future in the Order. He has every chance of succeeding Waldemar Otto, but he will need to prove himself. His future is in his own hands.

Meet the "Brigade's greatest mind" - Koji Yasu
34th Brigade senior scientist since July 15, 830 A.S., leaved post in November 14, 834 A.S., returned back in March 3, 835 A.S., 2nd Void Division senior scientist since January 1, 836 A.S.

The embodiment of the brilliance of the human mind, Koji Yasu is a role model for many, if not all, of the 34th Brigade's scientists. A native of Kusari, he traveled a long path to join the Order, become part of the 34th Brigade, and then join the Abyss Expedition, only to survive it, return home, and dedicate himself to unraveling the mystery of Earhart. Andry Scott caught up with him early on in Coronado, and the visit left its mark: Koji found a solution to the problem, forcing Andry to emerge from the shadows. A trivial proposition for a problem as serious as Scott's? Perhaps. But a seasoned Brigade scientist who survived the Expedition is a far more dangerous weapon. And doubly dangerous is the fact that Koji is still alive. The problem was solved. Time to solve others. Earhart awaits him.

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