Diary of Endelle Stroth - 20.05.2270
It didn’t take long for someone to find me. And not the Ele - although I’ll get to them. I am, of course, referring to my illustrious pursuer, the so-called “Gunmetal Gyre”, whose real name I have since learned is Tren Krellos. While I’m disappointed that my getaway wasn’t so clean, I respect Krellos’ skill and diligence in the service of his next paycheck.
To say that we fought is an exaggeration; he mostly pummelled the Looking Glass while I prayed to the scientific principles that its shields would hold. I imagine our second-rate dogfight was what finally drew the attention of the Ele; a flagship soon arrived to disable both our ships and take us aboard. Now we’re… guests? Prisoners? I can’t tell if this is a cell or a berth, but I do know we’re not allowed to leave. I can hear Krellos ranting, hurling threats at the air next door. I fear having to face him in person. I fear my captors even more.
For lack of other recourse, I’ve fallen back on my university training; I’m taking in as much of my surroundings as possible, making observational notes, surmising what I can about the nature of this place and the people who inhabit it. One day, when I’m allowed back on Aglostarros again, I hope I’ll have the chance to add my findings to the Project Centennial archives. It would be a shame to leave them incomplete.
I can hear footsteps; someone is coming to get us.
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