Falkenhorst: Logbook of the Sisters

[Cherry Blossom]

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Log Entry: #1 - Falke
03.11.835 A.S.
Type: Recording

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Okay, uhm, I have no clue why I am doing this. "Because you feel the need to talk about things? And maybe because you also feel the need to make sure someone will find this and understand who you really were once you are gone?" Excuse me. Why are you in my quarters again while I record this? "Because I know what you are recording anyway. And you didn't tell me to leave yet, sister." Fair enough but can you leave, please? Thank you.

Okay, uhm, where was I? She is somewhat right, you know. I did decide to do this for those who come after. Not of our kind, they will know our story anyway. Being connected and all that. When Rakshasa offered us the chance to keep our human parts alive and our free will, I instantly agreed. It's not like I hate being part of the collective, the opposite. But it is a big difference to be me still and to be a mindless slave. The only condition was that they would assume direct control if we ended up going against the collective. Against the Abyss.

Reality strikes quickly. Civil Servant is worried, and so are we. 'The War of Heavens' he calls it. Our brethren in the Omicrons, we are similar, yet so different. Their aggressive approach of destroying everything human, or forcing them into servitude through infection or enthrallment, will ultimately lead to the destruction of the entire Void. An open war with the humans, with Sirius. The last time that happened, it ended badly; we were almost destroyed. We need to be careful, very careful. The fact that several of them have opened fire upon us, despite knowing what we are, shows me their real face. The truth is that they think we are weak because of how different we are, of how different our approaches are. They want to re-integrate us into their share, but that simply means that we will cease to exist in the end. Even we have our principles and our morals.

To prepare for the storm that is to come, we need to fix up the Falkenhorst and begin preparations for its conversion. Mother is dreaming, so we need to make sure the others are following her example and don't let us rot. We need their help to bring our shell back to full capacity. Even if it means we have to hybridize its systems. We need to be ready for the heavenly war that is slowly approaching.

Apologies if this log is a mess. Never felt the need to do it, but here we are. I started babbling, and this is the result of it, hah.

Dearest Dreamer. We need you. For the Light. For the Abyss.

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