Diary of Endelle Stroth - 01.05.2270
I once attended a psychology lecture discussing the benefits of journaling as therapy. I didn’t think much of it then but now, absent any formal reporting structure, I’m having a go. In case I… Well, in case.
It’s been three weeks since I fled the Coreworlds after the Trifold Union issued a warrant for my arrest. We both know I’m guilty; the fires I lit started burning out of control.
Granted, handing the Galactic Liberation of Wonder (GLoW) movement control of Project Centennial’s Centurion explorer drones wasn’t my finest hour. I genuinely believed we wanted the same thing - that all beings could learn about our beautiful, fascinating galaxy. GLoW had been harassing the ARK Mandate - my initiative to preserve life and culture on terminal worlds - and I hoped the codes would appease them. When Centurions started targeting military installations, I realised I had made a grave mistake.
It wasn’t my first misstep. I still suspect that the Family Oramande destroyed the planet Harthoe to guarantee the exclusivity of their precious Compass Rose cerite, but decrying them publicly did me no favours. Neither did the deadly animal attacks on frontier resort worlds. What a mess.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud that FTL travel, conservation, expansion and the Trifold Union itself all came from Project Centennial, but my ambition overtook me. Now I’m taking the scenic route to somewhere I might be safe. I know little about the Ele, but they’ve always seemed welcoming. Let’s hope that hospitality extends to fugitives.
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