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182. Weekly Dispatch XLV


Diary of Endelle Stroth - 35.08.2270


And so, at last, we are Aglostarros bound. The Fortitude is proceeding cautiously, using several smaller jumps rather than diving straight into the gressok’s jaws. Challe estimates a couple of hours until we reach the planet’s outer orbit.

I’m obviously incredibly nervous; no point in hiding that. My every instinct is telling me to get far away, to live in hiding on some backwater world and to never set foot in the Coreworlds again, under pain of death. But I have a job to do, and GLoW’s own resolve has helped to steel my own. Presumably Tren Krellos will have my back once we’re on the ground; we haven’t had much opportunity to talk since Kollian.

It’s a crazy thing that we’re doing, but it might just work. And, if nothing else, we can rest assured that the Queils wouldn’t be foolish enough to follow us into the Coreworlds proper.


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