Diary of Endelle Stroth - 33.08.2270
The Fortitude has docked again. I’m not sure where we are now; nobody who would know is willing to divulge this safe house’s location, and after what just happened I don’t blame them. I’m pretty certain I can see the Emerald Concourse to starboard, which places us in the outer CEZ. That’s forward progress, at least.
Most here think I led the Empire straight to their doorstep. About half believe I did so intentionally. Winning GLoW over will be even more of an uphill battle now, but I don’t have a choice. The Looking Glass is dust in our rearview, and even if I could stomach riding shotgun with Krellos, that’s no longer an option - the Gunmetal Gyre was totalled in the escape. To hear Krellos tell it, that gunboat survived blasts that would have levelled cities, only barely reaching our hangar.
We might as well be GLoW’s hostages now.
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