Diary of Endelle Stroth - 31.08.2270
Somehow, we survived. No fatalities aboard the Fortitude during our escape; a burst pipe in the maintenance crawlspace appears to be the worst of it. We were extremely lucky.
The same can’t be said for Kollian itself. I know little about the planet save for as the residence of the Aneth Fracture and a haven for secretive do-gooders. Was there a native population? An abundant ecosystem? Did communities of sentients live and die on Kollian’s surface untouched by the wider galaxy? It doesn’t matter now. Or maybe it matters more because they’re gone. If there’s one thing this ordeal has taught me, it is that the most wondrous things are also the most easily wiped from existence.
The siege was an oddly impulsive move from the Queils; an attempt to act on all their objectives being in one place. Now they’re empty-handed, and somehow we are still a step ahead.
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