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I stumbled upon a most curious vessel today. Specifically, a Junker floating about near the Beuvray. His battered ship came up on the registry as "Underground.Railroad". He was offering to sell me "Sirian wares". At first, I was perturbed by this notion, but he himself raised an interesting point.

The Junker (who refused to give me his actual name), said having this equipment may prove beneficial as it may help Gallic development or countermeasures once said technology has been encountered (though not quite as eloquently as I've phrased it here). The price was low and indeed our scientists could put the extended range capabilities of this scanner to good use. I am told the source of this tech was a cache upon a freelancer starport. These particular models ripped out of disabled Liberty Naval vessels. I was quite uneasy about purchasing from this unsavory type, but indeed his story seemed to check out. I will be watching him closely.

I indeed became grateful for my transaction as I was able to detect a small contingency of Council forces lingering on the outskirts of Burgundy and encroaching upon me rapidly. With weapons hot and my mind racing, I felt my hands trembling. This was no longer a textbook encounter. This was no virtual simulator. The men coming ever closer to me had no desire to talk, no desire to surrender. I would either kill them or I would be killed. Without a word they began a dance that I felt would envelope a lifetime. Weapons discharged and energy was sent about in every direction! The sound of shots against my buckling shields and the roar and vibration of my engine was exhilarating! I had never lived, never taken a breath until that very air was being threatened to be snatched from my lungs like it or not! As if like a scene from a cliche movie, my nerves became like steel and my focus was that of a razor's edge.

I was fully prepared to do what any soldier must be ready to do at any point. I took control of my fear and my frenzy. I refined it and streamlined it into efficiency and precision. I took aim and as if I had stepped out of the very ebb and flow of time itself, I fired and felt each burst of energy rip through my foes as if my very essence devoured them. I was terribly outnumbered and knew this wouldn't end well, but through luck or something more, I was backed up by my fellow soldiers as a group patrolled the area.

I would not retreat and let them take over, I would set an example of one who heralds the coming of our dominance. We would make a decisive strike here and now and we would send a message back to any who would seek to bar our way. As quickly as the entire ordeal began, it ended. My mind was still reeling and my body crashed as adrenaline flooded out and returned me back to just a mere man. No longer an avatar of virtue, not even a soldier, but just a man. I took a deep breath and some time to compose myself. The patrol leader and I spoke briefly of the encounter and I joined their group as we continued to sweep the area for more hostiles.

Our search would bring up nothing else. Perhaps our zeal had scared off any other would-be assailants, or perhaps we crushed all there was to destroy. I was given charge of the two surviving Council pods and thus here I am now, having completed my order to deliver these heretics to the Beuvray. I'll be passing along a few holoscans I was able to capture to my superiors in an official report later. Whoever said Gallia is quiet doesn't keep his eyes open. That's all for now.

• [color=#FFFFFF]Image capture of the Junker merchant
[color=#33CCFF]• [color=#FFFFFF]The purchased scanning hardware
[color=#33CCFF]• [color=#FFFFFF]Council prisoners

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