NadieJournalJuly2517

From Heroes of the Great Tree

All I wanted was my own ship to fly. Something as much for me as for the honor of my brother. I wanted to make him proud while doing something I loved. I didn't care to get involved in other people's games. I weren't someone who wanted to play the politics like my uncle would do. I wanted to ply my trade and let the rest be. I expected some sidetracks, some mistakes, and some pitfalls.

I didn't expect this.

They was all dead. They was hundreds of innocent lives piled into the Dandelion Station promenade, their bodies mutilated, their dignity without respect. It were the worst thing I ever seen and I pray I never see nothing like that again. We had to wade through all that dead. We searched every part of the station in hopes that they missed someone, that someone were still alive. Only people we found were poor souls trapped in large crates, being sold off to slavery. Lucky for them in that twisted sort of way.

It ain't right what happened. I knew people there. I even were friendly with some. It were one of those comfortable places I could come back to and feel safe. Now it's gone.

More than ever, I don't know who to trust. We got a picture of who did this and some suspicions but nothing else. We have no idea what group to blame this on and so we have no confirmations on whether this be related to our own investigations.

My gut says it's related. My heart prays it isn't. Otherwise, we're responsible for all those lost souls.