Diary of Endelle Stroth - 30.08.2270
I’m writing this from the cargo hold of the Fortitude, where I and several dozen GLoW members are packed together waiting to learn whether we’ll survive the destruction of Kollian. This is certainly no starliner; the lighting is dim and red, and tremors reverberate around us as we discern which noises are the engines reigniting and which are the planet’s surface collapsing overhead.
Krellos left for the Gunmetal Gyre; I knew he wouldn’t leave his pride and joy behind. I’ve seen how heavily armed that little boat is, and despite everything I think the odds might actually be with him. Challe is at the helm, naturally. That man has almost certainly never commanded a military starship, but has anyone here? I suppose this is the real test of GLoW’s competence. Can they really outmanouvre a Queil siege fleet? And why am I writing like their failure won’t mean my death?
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