Jaxion "Rhyse" Dharthos

What the fuck. This day just took a shit on me. I am lost. I am confused. I am hurt. I am sad. I am fucking angry.   The hangar wall lit up while we were working. Every screen, a different feed. Holiday of First Giving. People sharing food. Giving what they have to those with less. I told them my sisters loved this holiday. They’d drag me along to help neighbors, clean houses, and haul supplies. I used to pretend it was a waste of time. It wasn’t. I liked watching them give things away. I actually enjoyed hauling the baskets of food for them to the neighbors' houses. Cutting their grass, I would even take off my shirt for the old widows while I did it. Not for me, for them. I don’t know when I stopped thinking about that.   Then the screens changed.   Private signals. Hijacked feeds. The hangar tech started behaving like it was hunting something. Targeting Lux. The images twisted. The light pulled itself into shape. The shape of what I presumed to be Adrian. The others were not familiar with the reality drama that followed Lux. I was. I recognized him before Lux said his name. Runner-up on a pop competition from seven years ago. I used to watch it with my sisters. They loved him. Loved Lux more. I explained to the others what happened at the end of that show. Both contestants were changelings, and both contestants claimed to be Lux Silvers.   Lux broke. She said that Adrian wasn’t supposed to be this powerful. Said she was supposed to be locked away. This seemed to be a message to Lux. "I can get to you here, I can get to you anywhere." Was this "Adrian" working with the Derimetru too?   Questions followed. Kii pressed gently. Echo dug through the net. A breakout. Adrian possibly loose. Lux ran. Xhoya followed. Echo kept digging. I filled in what I could. I knew the story better than most. I wish I didn’t. Lux came back eventually. Slipped at the end. Yelled something she didn’t mean to.   “I’ve only been Lux for seven years!”   That stuck... The Lux we know is in fact, Adrian from the show. I can't trust her now, not yet. What does this mean in moving forward? I think I will keep quiet for now, let Kiielien and the others deal with it.     What the fuck…   What Echo found next dropped me. Rocked me to my core.   Echo found a blocked BRN file. It required high-level credentials to access. Mine didn’t work. None of ours did. That’s when it clicked. Zero gave us the fake identities. My captain credentials worked. Echo proceeded to open the file. The file was called Ghost Protocol. It wasn’t long. It didn’t need to be.   It detailed a top-secret soldier acquisition program. Non-voluntary. Prison extraction, in my case. The program included memory suppression for controlled activation cycles. Long-term stasis between deployments. Not frozen. Stored off and on for over a hundred years.   I’m not missing from the system. I’m hidden.   It is normal to not be privy to top-security information. Why would a dumb soldier like me need access anyway? However, it is not normal for the BRN to have programs like this — or to force soldiers into them without consent. This is the first time I am actually questioning the heart of the BRN. I knew they were cold and calculative, but this is cold even for me.   It hurt…   That’s why my family never responded. That’s why the dates never lined up. That’s why I always felt out of step with the world.   They didn’t abandon me.   They’re dead. All of them.   I don’t know when it happened. I don’t know what they thought. I don’t know if they knew what I became. I don’t know how long I sat there. Gidget hugged me. Kii hugged me too. At the same time. It caught me off guard. I didn’t stop them. I didn’t want them to stop. That probably says something. They really do care, I feel like I am starting to as well.   I turned the music up after that. Loud. Heavy. Drank until the noise dulled. Silas and Jubilee drank with me. We talked about everything and nothing. I don’t know how to show my emotions. I don’t know how to let these people in. I have never felt more vulnerable or more lost. I have no direction. No true identity. I am a killer, made to be this way. The alcohol and music hid my emotions, dulled my feelings. I pretended that all of this was not happening. Maybe I will wake up to a dream?   Will this be my identity until I die — soon? Can I save myself from what I have become? Do I even want to?   What the fuck now?   I am purposeless. I am fuelless. I am broken. I’ll put on a brave face and step forward to protect the others from what I fear will come next. But it all feels empty. I feel alone.   Now I’m sitting here trying to write this like it’s a report. Like there’s a conclusion I can draw. A course of action.   There isn’t.   I wasn’t born for this. I wasn’t trained for this. I was built for it.   Groomed and chosen by the BRN.   I don’t know what that makes me — Jaxion — now.   God help the next mother fucker to cross me...  

What the fuck..   Today seemed like it was going to be boring, uneventful, and easy. It wasn’t.   What the fuck, I slept in. I tried to play it off cool. I grabbed my coffee and headed to Gidget like I had been awake for hours. I fooled no one. The coffee was cold and tasted like shit, but I drank it anyway. I needed the fuel. Today I was going to do something different — something I do not normally do, possibly something stupid. Today I was going to apologize.   Today was supposed to be about mending. Not just mending the Driftwood in the hangar, but mending some of the relationships in the party. Being emotionally vulnerable may be the toughest battle yet. Not to everyone, but to Xhoya and possibly Lux specifically. Xhoya is young. She didn’t ask to be thrust into this shitshow war. Maybe Gidget was right to have feelings of guilt and compassion for her.   Gidget was easy to find. Follow the noise. She works nonstop. I respect that. I also know that kind of behavior is usually tied to identity issues, or the need to prove worth. Still, I respect her work ethic. I figured that I would get her advice before I spoke with the kid. I didn’t need it to speak with my sisters. They understood me. They respected me. They loved me. But this was different. Xhoya does not know me from anyother BRN soldier. To her we are all bad I guess.   I miss my sisters and family so much. They helped keep me grounded in a world as fractured as this.   Gidget, as always, had some wise advice on how to talk with Xhoya. Deep down I already knew. Treat her like you treat Luna — with love and with jokes. I do appreciate Gidget. I feel that she is the most honest and real person in this party I’ve found myself tied into.   I spoke with Xhoya. It went well. I got the words out of my cursed mouth. “I am sorry.” I felt like I meant it too. I hope she is coming around to at least understanding my side of things, for what that is worth. I do not know if I understand hers, but I am trying. I let her know that she reminded me of Luna, and that I would try to treat her the same.   Xhoya is smart. Very aware. And in this case, very receptive.   To break the tension and awkwardness, I thought I would teach her a nasty move to defend herself in close-quarters combat. I quickly named it the Uncle Squirrel, trying for a smile. She practiced the move on me. My balls are still located somewhere in my stomach — the kid can kick. I felt strangely proud about speaking with Xhoya. That shit ain’t easy for a gruff soldier like me.   Speaking with Kii was next on the list. Gidget gave great advice about how to handle Xhoya. I figured Kii would help with Lux.   I struggle with Lux. They are just so different. So unrelatable.   Ithlia loved her on the show. Shit, I thought it was pretty entertaining myself. I couldn’t help but lurk in the back of the family room after dinner while the girls watched. I would strum on the guitar during advertisements, or play along with the popular songs the contestants would sing.   This group doesn’t need to know all of that. They need tough Jaxion. Soldier Jaxion. Right?   Kiielien was more flowery than Gidget, as usual. Same principles, though. She is kind-hearted, but stern. I treated Lux differently than Xhoya. She is a front-line fighter. Time to start acting like one.   I put her through her first training. How to work next to a fighter like me. More importantly, how to stay alive in battle. She was also receptive and trained easily, she will be a worthy ally on the battlefield.   Next, all hell broke lose. What the Fuck..

So, for a suppossed boring day, it wasnt.   First of all, I apologized. I know, I know. I felt like it was the right first step in a new leadership style. I can tell that Xhoya did appreciate my apology. I did say the words and I did feel like I meant it. It reminded me when Ithlia broke my bicycle. She did not ment to, but it still pissed me off. I had that bike for years, I kept it together, kept it clean. It was he only bike I had. That bicycle was more than a childs toy it was transportation, freedom.

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They all made it very clear, it is more about my language, less about my actions. More about inclusion, less about me being the decision maker. They do not feel heard. I listen. I take it all into consideration when formulating my decisions and plans. Isn’t war for soldiers? Isn’t saving humanity more important than flowery language? Fuck me, maybe. Maybe I’m the problem, maybe I’m not. Gods help us if I’m not.   In the hangar, I helped Gidget remove the guns from the Cindy. I really do like helping her. (I may have been delaying the upcoming discussions some, god damn emotions.) There is some comfort in working with my hands. I feel comfortable speaking with her, too. It's nice scenery too; she is not scared to wear low-cut blouses, show off what the gods gave her. She must feel comfortable with me, too. She shared some pretty personal thoughts. Thoughts not too far from my own. It is nice to know I have an ally here. Someone I think I can trust. She is appalled by the way I have been treated by Lux. I agree, I wasn’t sure if anyone else noticed. Lux claims it is because I do not respect them. I don’t know if I do. I protect them, I will protect them. Yes, she holds the cube. Wouldn’t I anyway? They are capable in battle, I’ll give them that. Lux is condescending, follows blindly, and does not respect what I have done to get where I am at. It may take a while for respect for them to grow. Next she confided that she too does not fully trust the sneaky cat either. Silas has something to hide. I’ll sniff it out. I am not sure that Zero is corrupt or not, but parts of the cartel definitely are. I have never trusted them. Again, very helpful in battle though. She does not trust that Kii is completely truthful either. There is a crack there; I may keep it exposed. I may need numbers. Gidget was upset with the way I have been handling Xhoya. She has some fair points, I am so stressed… maybe I owe her an apology. I am glad she trusts me enough to talk to me like that. I will keep her close and protected. She still feels she owes me… if she helps me stay sane, I do. I am glad she told the group most of those things. A weight lifted.   We climbed up into the Driftwood. It’s cool and all, but what the fuck. We are now flying spaceships? Kii seemed to understand the controls. I have a lot to understand. I would much rather travel by bike. Wind in my hair, bugs in my teeth. This machine moves fast. It proves to be helpful. As long as these Keepers, the Black Axel Cartel, and any other faction are supplying us with weapons, I’ll take them. We will need it.   Everyone had something to say, everyone had input. They mostly fail to see the importance of rank and file. If they do, they didn’t want to show it because they do not want me as their leader. I honestly do not think that they do want a leader. Some sort of democracy. Sounds fucking great. Doesn’t work in situations like this. We do not have time to train. We do not have time to have heartfelt discussions. We would be better served operating fast, efficient, and lethal. I believe I can make that happen; they do not.   Silas played mediator while making sure that the party was still headed in the direction of his choice. Could be a trap. Imagine that fucking “I told you so.” He does seem more trustworthy than many members I have met. If he is leading them into a trap, it is not on purpose.   Echo also played the middle, he is gaining emotion by the day. If he was learning under the control of the BRN then he would have a very different demeanor. He learns from this group. He is a very capable weapon. I am worried he will become harder to “fire.” He let me know that he too has feelings. He isn’t just a weapon; he would like to be treated as an equal. I will learn.   Xhoya and Lux gave me an earful. Briefly though. I get that they don’t see me. They will; my sisters do. Man, I miss those little shits. They remained fairly quiet throughout the conversations. I believe Lux is a little more understanding now, and will possibly understand that I will protect her if she lets me. Xhoya too.   Kii. She is passionate if anything. She is resilient and she seems to be a leader. Her style different but more effective with this group. Shit, she would be eaten alive in the BRN ranks. But we aren’t in the BRN ranks. This seems to be her point. She argued her reasoning with emotion. I stayed quiet. I listened. Her passion shows; she seems to actually care for these people. To actually care for me. I am not sure if I understand her why. That fucking alarms me. She makes reasonable points, though, they all do. If they would only see it my way, it would all be so much easier. “War isn’t easy. War is blood, war is tears, war is hell… Victory is divine.” Ember Eyes’ words ring in my ears. She is easy on the eyes and easy on the ears. She is helpful in battle and has the ears of the group. I am unsure of her origin or purpose so I will move cautiously, but I will be more open to her advice in the future.   I haven’t had much time to process. Battle soon followed the conversations. Not normal battle, not a ground fight. An air battle. A forced lesson in teamwork as we had very little time to figure anything out. The Gazelle has found us. Let me rephrase, the Gazelle has hunted us. Prey? This is new, A feeling I will not have repeated. I am the hunter, not the hunted. I am the killer. I will defeat this asshole and give him to Gidget for parts. Fuck him, fuck them. I’m tired. We did win the battle, though, barely. We quickly took to the stations that everyone deemed appropriate for the different skill sets. Echo and I were completely in sync running the Driftwood energy shields. We managed to hold off one attack but faltered together in stopping the rest. I suspect damage. We used some surprisingly well-thought-out tactics to attack the Gazelle like a bird of prey. The hunter becomes the hunted. Through teamwork, we were able to win the fight and escape with our lives. When it mattered, we worked well together despite our differences. Maybe we are trainable as a unit. I will return… I may not have to, he will likely find us again before we track him down.   It is time to think. Time to strategize. Is it in my best interest to “calm down” and fall into their idea of a unit? Can I really trust all of them? Should I just try to cut my ties and run? Go alone? Find more of my kind to operate with? Can I convince Gidget? Can I get the cube out of here? Should I listen to them and attempt to train us as a unit? I will at least attempt to work with Lux some. A lot to consider. For now, I will lie low — well, as low as I can lie. I will attempt to treat the others as they are asking to be treated. I will continue to dig, to learn, to listen. I will hunt down my Captain’s captor. I will defeat the Gazelle. I will bring down the Deremitru. I will restore order to the BRN. I will save Beaumont. Or I will die trying. I must see my family before that happens.

I lift myself out of the cold ash. The blood covered my body like the storms that roll over Beaumont. It was still warm, not all mine, I’m sure. A good amount of it must have been, though. This is the closest to death I have been yet. I let go and succumbed to the warmth that the light provided. Maybe I would sit with Veritas and look down on this wretched land, finally break from all of this turmoil and war. Not my time, not yet. I felt a surge of energy as the stimpack worked its way through my body, and I pushed forward, protecting the Cube and the party that currently seems held together by it. I would gladly lay my life down if it meant winning the battle and pushing the mission forward. Hope felt lost, too far out of my grip to pull back in. I ordered them to protect the Cube and leave, but they wouldn’t. They will claim it was to protect me. Whether that was true or not, it was ill-advised. They kept me alive, yes, but the risk was not worth it. We barely escaped, and Silas and Lux were close to death as well. Sloppy.   Lux yelled, “I saved your ass again!” but the truth is, I wouldn’t have fallen if we had worked as a unit and fought on our terms. I wouldn’t have fallen if I hadn’t had to chase them through rubble under gunfire. I lead, they do not follow. They don’t trust me because I wear a uniform. They don’t trust me because I am loyal. What the fuck kind of sense does that make? They do not trust me, even though I continuously shed blood to protect them? They will gladly let me take the blows and stay protected, yet when it comes to my opinion, I am wrong before I even speak it.   Not all is lost though. They are capable, extremely so. Even though I disagree with how the battle unfolded, they stayed, they fought, and they came out, for the most part, victorious. They are resilient. Silas understands how the military operates and seems reasonable. I believe he will speak sanity into the group. I do not trust the cartel or this “Z3RO” figure, but I will make use of his tools in the meantime. Echo, although not programmed like a traditional weapon, executed solid tactical decisions. Gidget — I am beginning to question her combat role, as she stayed away from the fight, though admittedly, someone did need to stay back. She seems to respect me more than some of the others. I can sense tension between her and Kii. Maybe I can exploit it. Widen the crack. Gidget will need someone to lean on, and I will need numbers if I am to regain any measure of command. Kii is interesting. Conflicted. Her love for the younger ones may become her downfall. She stayed back for too long. If Xhoya and Gambit want to curl up and hide, then fine, let them. Kii is letting her compassion interfere with the mission. I suspect she has her own agenda, and I intend to find out if it aligns with mine.   If the Cube were more accessible, I may have taken it and run. I believe I might be better off alone than risking my life for a party that has no faith in me or the BRN. But I will stay. I will fight. I will continue my mission and protect the people I love. I will hunt down those who wronged me, and those who wrong Beaumont. I will uncover who is behind the corruption in the BRN. I will bring an end to this. Eventually.       For now, I need to reunite with the group. We will sort it out. I can see Kii is itching to give me an earful. Joke’s on her — I can’t hear shit right now. Lux will likely jump in and yell about something. Silas will attempt to find common ground, but of course, it will be the Black Axel way. The rest will follow along blindly, while accusing me of blindly following. Interesting.   — Jaxion

I am not sure where to keep this information, so, here.       Luna (13, little sister)   Physical Description: Soft lavender skin, small stubby horns curving gently back, long messy violet hair, bright amber eyes full of curiosity. Small and wiry, quick and agile.   Clothing: Loose, bright-colored tunics with small charms or trinkets sewn on, soft boots or barefoot. Practical but playful, reflecting her creativity and energy.   Personality: Curious, adventurous, mischievous, and imaginative. Always exploring, often impatient, but has a spark of courage and independence.     Ithlia (22, older sister, druid/plant scientist)   Physical Description: Warm rose-colored skin, crescent-moon curved horns, long chestnut braid often interwoven with leaves or flowers. Lean, athletic build. Jade green eyes, sharp and observant.   Clothing: Earth-toned tunics and leggings, layered with practical pockets and belts for tools, samples, and notes. Soft boots for fieldwork. Light leather armor and druidic wraps for protection, sometimes cloaks with embroidered plant motifs.   Personality: Intelligent, curious, analytical, deeply connected to nature. Nerdy in a thoughtful way, practical but expressive, and driven by a love for learning and experimentation.     Akta (mother, bard)   Physical Description: Golden-lilac skin, small elegant horns framing her face, long caramel hair with subtle silver streaks. Warm amber eyes, expressive and lively. Graceful posture.   Clothing: Flowing dresses or skirts in rich colors, layered fabrics, embroidered with musical motifs. Subtle jewelry — bangles, thin circlets, charms. Soft boots or sandals.   Personality: Warm, nurturing, playful, and artistic. Encourages fun and creativity, radiates energy and charm, quick with words and laughter.     Kairos (father, retired paladin)   Physical Description: Deep indigo skin, strong angular features, large backward-swept horns, jet-black cropped hair streaked with silver. Broad, muscular build. Steel-gray eyes, commanding presence.   Clothing: At home — simple, dark tunics and trousers, neat and practical. In formal or military situations — polished armor, reinforced shoulder plates, cloak with paladin insignia, heavy boots and gloves.   Personality: Stern, disciplined, authoritative, honorable. Values duty and order above all, practical and controlled, expects excellence and responsibility from those around him.

Jaxion sits in the back of Cindy, the same spot where he had dragged Xhoya earlier to keep her in check. The weight of the memory presses on him, reminding him of storming out of Luna’s room the last time he left home. Why does he act like a child around them? He hasn’t written home in some time — he needs to do it now. He hopes they’re safe. His new armor glints in the reflection of his wrist comm as the messages are sent, a small hope burns inside. He will see them soon...   Message to Luna   Luna,   I’ve missed so much of your life, and it pains me every day. You’re growing fast, stronger and braver than I could have imagined. I carry you in my thoughts with every step I take, every danger I face.   There’s someone I travel with now — Xhoya. She reminds me of you in ways I didn’t expect. Maybe one day, you two will meet. Until then, hold onto your courage and your laughter.   Keep your head up, kid. I’m on it. Love ya, —Jaxion   Message to Ithlia   Ithlia,   You’ve always been the smart one — sharp, steady, and stronger than you realize. I know you’ve probably taken on more than you should, but someone has to keep their head straight, and you’ve always done that better than any of us.   Take care of Mom and Luna for me. Keep them grounded when the world feels like it’s coming apart. Things are bad out here — darker than I expected — and I’m holding together, but barely. Still, knowing you’re out there doing what you do… it helps.   You’ve got the kind of mind that sees through the noise. Trust it. Lead with it. One day, when all this is done, I’d like to actually talk again — not through static and half-finished messages.   Keep your head clear, and your heart steady. I’ll try to do the same.   —Jaxion   Message to Akta   Mom,   I miss your singing. I hear it sometimes — quiet, in the back of my mind — when things get bad out here. It reminds me that there’s still something worth fighting toward. I have a party member traveling with me, Kii. She sings too, a lot. Some of the songs she sings remind me of you. I miss your cooking too, the kind that made my eyes water and my manners vanish. You never let me get away with either.   Father always said discipline before dreams, and I tried to live by that. But you were the one who told me music had its own kind of strength. I think about that more than I should lately. Maybe it’s what keeps me human when everything else feels mechanical.   Love you, —Jaxion   Message to Kairos   Father,   I trust you’re keeping the family steady. I’ve done as you taught — keep my head clear, stay the course, and make decisions that protect the many over the few. It’s not easy. Taking a life never is, even when it’s for the greater good. The weight of that doesn’t fade; I just carry it quieter now. I know you understand.   Loyalty still drives me, but I’m starting to question what it truly means. The BRN struggles to maintain its purpose — to remember what we once stood for. I’m doing my best to hold that line, even when it feels like the ground beneath us is shifting.   I’ll get home when I can. Duty calls.   —Jaxion

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.

Echo executed a prisoner today. Cold. Efficient. I trusted him, and now that trust feels like ash in my hands. I can’t stop turning it over in my mind. I know his reasoning, or, programming? He processed the situation. It was the most efficient and clean way to deal with the problem. But was it wrong? I will let those perc for a day or two..   After that, we spent hours collecting rare minerals and piling them on Cindy. My hands ache from the work. I separated the contraband with Echo—someone has to. Kii asked for the dragon scale and promised to bury it properly. I will ensure that it happens, so i let her. Gidget wanted the other illegal piece but stopped herself. That quiet restraint earned my respect. She works hard and keeps proving to be useful. She seems to trust, or atleast feel protected by me.   Later, Funk Moo showed up. Kii pulled him—and Lux—into dancing and singing, and somehow coaxed me into a single song. One song. That was enough. I felt my guard slip for a moment… but Funk Moo left soon after, and I could breathe again. I usually don't feel threatened in my manhood, my subconscious tells me it is good to be humbled. My ego says fuck that.   Back on duty now. The minerals are contained, the contraband accounted for… but the weight of the last couple of days still clings.

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Another day of traveling with this group. This time with a slightly different identitiy. We rehearsed our cover story of being a BRN Spec Ops group. I miss having my own platoon, ones not so free thinking. I can not fully command this group. although some of there ideas prove useful, I find it a liability. We could move faster in my ful command, but maybe less strong? This is what I have, this is where I am at. We are headed West to look into the clsoesst bombed city. I can not help but to think of home while traveling in that direction. I miss the simple days of fighting with Ithlia about the last piece of dragon fruit pie, or "forgetting" to go look for Luna in hide and seek. They were a pain but a pain i would embrace at this point. Maybe I can work in a visit.

In researching infmation about the deametru, Echo and myself found interesting news. My commanding officer has been dead for a while, and there is no visable information on myself in the BRN. Who have I been communicating with this whole time? Why is there not any informatin on me and my orders. None of my previous accomplishments or teams are listed. Its like this has been in plan for a long time. I do not love this feeling of being left out. I have proven to the BRN that I am loyal, that I can be trusted. Why would they leave me out of perdinant information. I will get to the bottom of this as well as everything else.

My ordders are simplle. None. Leave the cities, report nothing and do not return to the bases. I feel the pull to return to the bases. The pull to return home. To check on my family. My orders and duty to my country is to get ot the bottom of this. 26 cities gone all of those poeple dead. What is the point of being a soldier in the military if we can not stop this from happening. I feel like this is bigger than me, bigger than all of us. Im exausted but we press on. We will flee this city now, but we do not run from danger. We rin to it. I pull up my boot straps as Kii would say and press on. I will put on my strong face not for me but for the others. I wear my strong face for humanity. Fuck my feelings. Fuck this, we move.

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I have heard stories of the North. How wildly different it can be. I have tried to keep it together as we persue this mystery. Having the weight of the world on my shoulders while traveling into these unknown strange areas. This one is covered in rust. Dragon born have been enslaved to rot out the chains that keep the scorpion asleeep. We found the Ghost being and Deremetru harvesting the mana in this mountain. We pretty easily dispatch the Deametru and its droids. This group I am traveling with are pretty useful. They may be helpful in stopping the Derametru and end of the world afterall. I have alot to think of, alot to accomplish. It was suggested that I speak or pray to Denim by the sea. She may be able to tell me the truth about the BRN. Do I really want to know? The BRN is all I really know, all I am good at. I also must find out if there are more of these deremetru or was this it? This group I travel with forces me to look inward, to be a better leader. I will do my best to lead smartly and powerfuly, I will protect this new family of mine.

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The dull roar of her engine is the only sound i hear, the only sound for miles. My bike keeps me grounded. The sound of her engine, the sound of her tires on the old dirt road, the wind in my hair. This is my rest, my solitude. The group if a bit disfunctional and a little off in thier priorities. I needed to ride alone, I havent been alone in days. Its the silince that brings me peace, the silence that solidifies

I spent the night conversing and drinkling with Kiilien. I entered the saf aehouse to find her singing with the piano. Her voice splits through the still air but remains calming. She offered me a drink and challenged me to fun. Although uncomfortable, she did have a point. Haveing some funn might clear the fog so to speak, and allow me to tackle the problem with a clear mind. We made a enchanting song last night our cultures combining for a dark yet uplifting melody. Xhoya woke up last night with new understanding of the cube. She explained to us the understanding of its use. This child may be useful afterall. We will spend the day looking for a magic vent and where these droids were created. I find it frustrating that these people do not move at my pace. Maybe there is a uselful lesson in patinece and fun with this group? Or maybe they are just wasting my time?

We entered the BRN base from the upper side. I became hopeless as we quickly realized the base had been overthrown. The droids that commited these crimes opened fire as we entered. We dispatched the droid however created a new enemy. A figure moving in the shadow, moving through space and time. He was able to teleport my allies from place to another. I believe he moves and lives with the smoke. After the droids I had to help those in need. My brother alive but not for long. They had hid in the back road and avoided death. The highest ranking officer remaining was a Tiefling like me. He informed me that there are 12 more hidden away. My mission to is to rescue. We dispacted a EMU droid trying to get to the remaining survivors. It seems that 15 live, more than expected. After getting the survivors and the bodies of those that didnt to safty, I debriefed Ember Eye of the situation. Echo downloaded the videos and files of the event.

I finally built up the courage to contact my general Ember Eye. He seemed stressed and worried. I expained all, worried to withhold any information. I told him of the whole crew, the cube, Gazelle, all of it. He was unpleased that I did not posess the cube myself, I thought that protecting it from afar may be better. He agreed that my mission was to find out what happened to the Base members. I will succeed. I must suceed. When I do he will reward me with knowledge. Possibly a promotion. I find it curious. Ember Eye agreed that there may be a mole in the BRN. Who? But he also stated "There were not supposed to be survivors" on the ship that exploded, and that teh Black Axel Cartel is not our issue. I hope his explinations clear any suspicion. If i cant trust him, I cant trust anyone.

It started with one. She grasped my armor and pled in my face. I could almost taste her tears. I am learning that some tact may get me further in my quest at times. Gidget and Kiielien help calm the ladies. All of these men gone. Where could they be? I am actully becoming quite worried. I hope to find them all but what if. What if they are all actually dead. What then? This is my mission allthough not issued to me it is a quest of my own. I will find answers.

We met a strange man at the scorpion restaurant. It took most of what I had to not slap his face with the blunt end of my guantlet. Eventually we were let into the scorpion hunt. I still dont understand why this is how we are spending our time. The first scorpion was found in my boot, I quickly kicked the boot off and squished the bastard with my other boot. After donning my right boot I noticed Kiiellien speaking with the little scorpions. The first time the whole group witness my ways of accomplishing tasks was now. I ate the son of a bitch. Kiiellien told the scorpions to get in the pot or the same fate will fall them. Efficient. My way.

iWe now believe that Diametru may be involved in the attacks. The Gazell cyborg was also at fault for the attack on the airship. He possesses 1 of the 3 cubes, if they get ahold of the 2nd cube we will not be able to stop him from getting the third and then bringing the end of the world. The Dr. went back to his workshop and trusted Lux with the cube. Maybe we can use the cube as bait and get The Gazell to come to us. I will bring this being to justice, I must succeed. I plan on taking up a defensive position at the empty BRN base. Also I intend to find out why the base is empty

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The train was highjacked by what apears to be black axel cartel mercs. Jaxion failed death saves after being shot fueling his hatred of the Cartel. They could be mercs or posing as mercs. That is the question. We believe that they are posing as the cartel, Jaxion remains slightly sceptical. We found: 1. Inventory a. 62 cantrips, 32 1st, 5 2nd, 4 5th lvl. Jaxion repaid the cans for the used spells and innventried the rest. (Party inventory) b. segmented poly armor (Scale mail) (party inventory) c. Nanolink exoshell (chain Mail)(Party inventory) d. belt buckle (illusion socket) given to lux e. large gun aoe 6 shots of 1 damage or 2 d12 f. goggles of seeing through clouds given to Echo g. Jet pack to Echo   2. Dr. Topip unlocked the cube and gained info. The cube was obtained by a warforged and that person sold it to the high jackers. We have a picture of the warforge. In my BRN issued tablet. We believe this happened in the middle of Kicheo    

Jaxion shakes his head.. He compulsively checks is can during a qtuick smoke break. As with all of his gear it is BRN regulations to have all gear tight and in place. He drags on his tobbaco stick and checks the can to be sure it is still at full capacity. "I don't love this blasted can, however it is a necessity I guess," Jaxion whispered to himself. It currently has 17 cantrip slots, 10 1st lvl slots, amd 6 2nd lvl slots.

Jaxion has been wondering... How can Kiqueo cast magic and power freely?

We have been instructed that eventually we are to get people from Kiqueo to come to Paegor to live underground to live through the next burning. I am starting to believe that they are creating thier own way to survive on Kiqeuo.

Any information towards Ashari is highly coveted in BRN, they are an enemy to Paegors way of life.