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Celestion

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A New Arboria?

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By “Matria Greenbloom”

Why do I write under a false name? Why indeed? Could it be because there is still so much conflict among our people, so long after we made the choice to abandon our homeworld? After SHE made the decision for us all?

And who asked our young queen to make that call for every last Aurin on Arboria? Was it you? Was it me? What about her own consort, Arwick Redleaf? Is it not common knowledge that her own
knight would have chosen to stay and fight rather than turn tail and run for the stars? For this place?

And what is this place? Can it ever truly be Arboria? How can one even ask such a question? How could any Aurin, no matter how much pressure she had to endure, say such a thing? Yet did not our own queen do so upon setting foot on this world? Is not Nexus to be our “New Arboria”?

And who is this Queen Myala? Is she to be trusted?
Could she not be an agent of the very enemy who even now devastates our world? Our true world? And who am I? Am I truly a matria?

Is that even important? For right now, I am but an Aurin with questions… and precious few answers.

— “Matria Greenbloom”

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Galeras

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Protostar Foreclosure Notice

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A MESSAGE FROM THE CEO’S DESK

Greetings from Phineas T. Rotostar!
As you know, we here at Protostar place a special emphasis on real estate properties when it comes to the planet Nexus. After all, just about everyone wants their own little slice of home here on this wondrous world, and the Protostar Corporation is in the business of making those slices reasonably affordable, marginally safe, and relatively available!

That’s why it’s
with demonstrable sadness that I must inform you that we have filed foreclosure proceedings against SERGEANT KARA OF FCON, the contractually obligated owner of the property designated WINDSPIRE VIGIL. If you or someone you love are SERGEANT KARA OF FCON or you are a sentient being who knows of his or her current whereabouts, you are encouraged to contact your nearest Protostar Housing Agent today to report what
you know… for money!

Even if you don’t know anything about this situation, your nearest Protostar Housing Agent can set YOU up with the home of your dreams! Why not consider your own little slice of home on the ground, in the sky, or perhaps even in orbit! With Protostar, literally ANYthing* is possible!

Yours in profitability,
— PT Rotostar

*”Literally ANYthing” does not legally include literally anything. See your Protostar Housing Agent for further details.

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Galeras

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Orders RE: Exile Prisoners

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Until further notice, the Crimson Legion is requested and required to take Exile prisoners of war whenever possible for transfer to the Imperial Corps of Intelligence. Certain non-Exile species are also part of this mandate, and prize payments are available for documented captures. Be on the lookout for the following varieties of sentient being:
Granok
Exile Humans
Aurin
Mordesh
Lopp
Eeklu
Krogg
Grund
Oghra
Freebots

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Galeras

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Chief Engineer Fippi’s Personal Log

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Galeras deployment Day 19.

That’s it. I don’t care about the prize money. I’m putting in for a transfer as soon as I’m bloody able, and if I never see this place again, it’ll be too soon. This whimfiber the Collegium’s so interested in? Must be for use as a battlefield hazard. The stuff gets into every single component of every single machine I work on at this base, and even machines that shouldn’t need maintenance at all!

And that’s besides the effect
the whimfiber’s having on my sinuses. I think one of my eyes is actually starting to pop out when I sneeze. Bloody hurts, so it does.

When I put in my transfer request, I need to make sure to mention the business with Nox and Voski. Little odd to see good friends turn to bad blood so quickly, isn’t it? But if someone higher up the command chain doesn’t learn about it soon, the bad blood’s going to turn literal, and right bloody quick.

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Galeras

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Chief Cannoneer Nox’s Personal Log

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Galeras Deployment Day 20.

Somebody’s been in the ammo stores, and I damned well know who it is. That lowborn sot Voski has had it in for me for months, and I’m certain he’s thieving from our extremely limited supplies. One of his class might be selling imperial property to the Marauders, or bandits, or even the Exiles. I would not put it past someone like him.

And what better way to cast aspersions
on my own performance? After all, a mere arms officer is little more than a quartermaster with a clip board. A cannoneer such as myself is responsible for maintaining and firing the largest manually operated weapons in the entire Dominion arsenal! If just one thing goes amiss, it could mean disaster. And that sneaky little lowborn pig knows precisely what kind of trouble to cause.

Mark my words, this will not end well… for him.

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Galeras

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Chief Medical Officer Terentius’s Personal Log

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Galeras Deployment Day 21.

Something bloody strange is in the air around here. Maybe it’s just a side effect of this whimfiber. When I scan the stuff, I pick up some residual kind of energy that the human eye has trouble seeing. It’s got to be due to the heightened primal energy in this place. The Focus of Air charges everything with it. Some Cassians appear to possess a sort of allergy to it that makes them aggressive and irritable, but my equipment isn’t sensitive enough
to pinpoint exactly how it affects the nervous system. I suspect it’s causing a lot of trouble among some of the officers, because the number of soldiers coming through my tent with black eyes and cracked ribs has risen by three hundred percent since we’ve been stationed here.

It’s not that unusual for troops on base to get into a scuffle now and then, but this seems like an unusual increase. I need more data. I’ve asked any officers who witness such issues – or who are feeling increased
irritability or aggression themselves – to report the details to me immediately.

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Chief Arms Officer Voski’s Personal Log

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Galeras Deployment Day 22.

They should not have pushed me. I knew it was them. Making the noise. The buzzing, the screaming, the weeping. Gods, the screaming. Such agony, where never there should have been pain. Such darkness, where only light was meant to strike.

And the humming. But now… where is it? I thought it was inside them. I broke them, broke them open. The answer is me. The sound escaped. I still hear it. The
humming, the buzzing.

It is in me now. It is me now. And there is nothing left to break that will make it stop. Nothing but one thing. Only one way. One way to end it. The buzzing. It’s in the air, all the time, everywhere.

It stops now.