And rightfully so Shroud was tasked to write a summary report of what happened during these latest, chaotic events as well as explaining a bit of who he was, how he exactly got here and all that. Simply trying to answer all the questions that possibly could run through Jonah's head right now.
But Shroud was frightened. The violent crash into that asteroid, the dense smoke that had filled his lungs and the second fall into a state of unconsciousness had worked together to form a deep gap in Shroud's memory. He was afraid Jonah would see this as an attempt to be secretive and consequently lead to Shroud's instant exile from Islay Base, Gaian Territory altogether if worst came to it.
He sat for hours, trying his absolute best to remember. Some things got back to him, other things did not. Hopefully the string of memories would be sufficient to satisfy as suitable answers to Jonah's endless questions and perhaps tone down on any suspicions he might have on Shroud's unexpected arrival. For now at least...
Walking past unfamiliar faces Shroud was struck with a sense of loneliness that he had never really felt before, asking politely for directions he finally reached the desk that belonged to Jonah and carefully placed down the report on the table before quietly disappearing back to the hangar again. He wasn't planning to run, just check out this so-called "Eagle" he was generously given.
' Wrote:[color=#1E90FF]Right umm... well okay... let's see here... gosh I'm really rambling right now.
Ok. Right so as I told you earlier, I was trying to extort this merchant in Leeds for some credits and he refused to hand them over, the whole thing turned into a cat-n'-mouse game which ultimately lead me to Edinburgh. Yes through that secret jumphole that is virtually next to your base. As I unsuspectingly followed the target I was chasing I was welcomed immediately by an asteroid which touched the end of my ship knocking the engines out almost completely. Drifting uncontrollably for hours bumping constantly into small rocks my ship was taking damage and rapidly reaching a critical state.
I sent a distress call and... I thought I was going to die but someone named Sequoia Hart picked up my transmission along with several other pilots. I could not make out anyone else she was the only one who told me her name.
Let's see... about me... about me... I'm really trying hard here please I'm not trying to hide anything. Oh yes, yes Kusari! I used to live in Kusari! But I don't remember what... Katanas, Rituals, Ceremonies, dammit why can't I remember!? K... K... Kyoto? Do you know what that is? Oh I don't know... that word just popped out.
And my name, well my name is- What is my name? Oh boy you really think I'm lying aren't you, oh man, oh man I'm done for now. For sure you will throw me out won't you. And I will have nothing, oh man what will I do, where will I go. Ok think, think... what the hell does "Shroud" mean?! Why do I have a black armband made out of leather that has the word "Shroud" imprinted on it in small strings of white cotton threads? I don't understand any of this... dammit I'm sorry Jonah please don't throw me out.