Captain Stanley Nelson - Prisoner of War

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PRISONER'S LOG - DAY 5

Finally arrived at what appears to be my final destination, at least for the time being. The prison shuttle brought me to a large, grey complex far from anywhere, somewhere in the Shikoku System if I remember my Kusari Star colours correctly. The looming shape of a KNF battleship stationed in the middle distance was clear as we arrived. The complex is...grey. Everything here is either metal or concrete with the only splashes of colour being the occasional embroidered mat on the floor. The cell I am held in here is, well, considerably less comfortable than my previous room on New Tokyo. I have a small-ish room with plain concrete walls, a steel bunk frame and a small toilet and washbasin in the corner. The square lighting tile in the ceiling casts a strange sort of purple glow over the place, making it feel slightly ominous. For some reason they have even given me a small table, though what use it is to me I have no idea, as I have no remaining belongings to put on it. When I tried to move it, I discovered it was sealed into the floor, presumably to prevent me using it as a weapon.

Having said this, at least it is clean and there is even a small and somwhat threadbare mat on the floor embroidered with Kusari dragons; I appear to have a better lot than many of the lower ranking prisoners who are forced to share double-bunk rooms even smaller than mine. As for what I have heard of the conditions the native Kusari criminals are housed in, they are worse still than those afforded to Bretonian prisoners.

As I lay on my bunk I cannot help think of my friends and comrades back in Blighty. I am presuming that young Graham Harper will have command of the Steadfast in my absence. I only hope the poor man's nerves are able to stand the pressure; I know that it took him months to recover from the shock of his father's death at Kusari hands. I only hope my disappearance has not similarly destabilized him; after all I have been mentoring him as if he were my own son for the past two years. I pray that Mark and Aubrey are able to cope with the new recruits and lead them successfully to victory against the Kusari, or I know not how I shall ever be freed from this place - the security is overwhelming.

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Sir Stanley Nelson




<span style="color:#000066">Charles Canning </span><span style="color:#000066"> Foreign Secretary</span>