Where to begin? I feel torn. Everything I thought I knew keeps shifting beneath me — the BRN, its purpose, even my place within it. What is the Bauemont Royal Navy now? Do I trust my new companions, or do I hold to what I once believed was true?
There’s a fire starting within me, though for once it’s not Silas’ tail to blame. The tension among us grows with every passing day, feeding that flame. Xhoya and Lux seem to stand against me — against the BRN — and I can’t help but wonder if I’ve failed to show them who I am. Have I not proven my loyalty? My ability to protect them?
The little one fears she’ll be taken for some BRN experiment — the kind of soldier augmentations I used to dismiss as rumor. But the fear in her eyes tells me there’s truth buried somewhere in those whispers.
Today, my comms came back online. My commanding officer has been trying to reach me — apparently, I’ve been listed under the Missing Soldier Protocol. Makes sense, I haven’t checked in… though I couldn’t until now. Still, something feels off. Out of caution, we decided to stop at a different BRN checkpoint. The others — all except Xhoya — agreed. She acts on emotion, and I had to restrain her when she tried to turn us away. Echo kept overwatch with his long rifle while Silas and I approached the site.
Inside, we found them — all eleven — executed. Their heads had burst outward, likely from one of those thrown weapons the gazelle used. Whoever did this, they’re onto us. I believe the Deremetru interrogated them to find our trail.
My officer… he was beaten, maybe captured. Or worse — maybe he’s working with the Deremetru. His last order was to keep recruiting for the BRN. Not to help him. Not to return. Just… continue the mission.
But can I trust those orders anymore?
Can I trust him?
Can I trust anyone?
I don’t know who’s right — my commander or this strange crew I’ve fallen in with.
All I know is that I’m torn between duty and the faint, flickering trust I’m trying to build.