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The Journal of Kade H. Castor

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    The 'Journal' itself would be contained within a hollowed out antique copy of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. The journal itself would actually be a silver data-drive, with the words 'KEEP OUT!' written in all over it in red marker.

    The data drive can interface with most modern computers, its specs and relevant information are as follows:


    Password: Groovy
    Data Limit: One Terra-byte


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    -> Opening Investigation_Log.txt

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    Current Location: Caelestis Station, Hospital Wing
    Days on Ttha: 17 [Approximately, hard to tell with local solar cycles.]


    I figured I ought to start writing down everything that's happened, for posterity's sake. Or in case I end up doing something else stupid and one of my 'companions' decides its prudent to keep investigating on Ttha.

    Anyway, the reason I'm starting this from Caelestis and not the camp on Ttha is that, well, I decided to play hero. It was a stupid move in retrospect, expecting the local Militia to have a real plan, but I'll get to that. It started when I saw an ad requesting Bahtli and mercenary aid, naturally, I was curious. Meeting with the Militia, it turns out that they had the intent of going after slavers out west, convenient considering one of my fellow 'Tourists' asked me to investigate that as well. I offered my services and naturally brought along Naoko and Logan, my two go-to battle buddies. I figured it wouldn't be anything too serious.

    Like I so typically am half the time, I was wrong.

    Not only did I vastly underestimate the tactical advantage they had, I underestimated how ineffective the beanbag rounds the Militia had provided me would be [they wanted them alive, understandably]. Skipping through all the gory details, I ended up taking four to the back, Naoko took one to the shoulder and one to the lung, and another Bahtli died [I think his name was Greg???]. I called Blaze, she bailed us out, and I got shipped off to the station a short time later for recovery.

    It's been two days [I think?] and I'm still not feeling much better. The doctors said if one of the shots had been a little more to the left, I'd be paralyzed. Fun.

    Not dwelling on that, moving on. My recovery isn't going at a phenomenal pace, but I'm more worried about Naoko, I shouldn't have brought her... She got hurt because of my damn pride and bravado, I tried being a hero. I tried being like Blaze.

    The doc says I'll be out by Friday, provided I promise to get some rest once I get back home [I let it slip where 'home' is for me. I figure they might try and keep me if I tell them I live on Ttha].

    For now, I think I'll try and keep my mind off things by updating the journal, I've got a lot to dump into it before I get discharged. Better that there's a backup in case something happens...

    Though I don't plan on it, no more playing hero, no more being Blaze. I'm gonna be me, I'm gonna stick to what I'm good at... Surviving.

    And by that I mean fighting on my terms. Long distance is more my speed.


    -- Kade, Out


    <- Closing Investigation_Log.Txt

    Here's a bit of OOC information on permissions in regards to the Journal, who can use it, and why I made it.

    Reason for Making It: It's simple really, I was already writing down everything Kade had done and was going to do on Ttha during his investigation of the Embassy bombing. I just figured you guys might wanna know too! Kade tales, yeah!

    Where it's Located: Kade has TWO copies of the journal, one carried on his person, and a backup he religiously updates hidden away in a safebox buried under his Outbacker [or his sick RV for those that don't know what that is] on Ttha.

    Who can use it/see its contents IC: No one! With the exception of people who manage to find it on Kade when he does bring it out with him [it's not particularly interesting, and he keeps it hidden in a very particular 'place' on his person], as well as people Kade lets see it himself, none of this information would be available to you IC! Purely for entertainment and book keeping on what he does know


    If you have qualms about the journal's contents, or want to fact check something, hit me up on discord, steam, or a PM
     
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    --+ Opening Subsection Tthian_Vernacular.txt
    --+ Opening Subsection Investigation_Objectives.txt


    Tthian Vernacular
    \-----------------/

    Figured I should write down all the lingo and such I've picked up whilst meandering around town. Just words with bare bones descriptions, even of any factions I might list [don't want any Tom, Jane, or Mary picking this thing off my corpse and suddenly knowing the complex political relationships of Ttha. That'd be bad.]

    |--|

    Oukan: Technologically superior tribe on Ttha wearing predominantly yellow, blue, and beige colors.

    Sjetchen: Rival faction to the Oukan, though they have a delicate peace around New Berkhaut. They wear primarily orange with decidedly bulkier armor than the Oukan.

    Nightshade: Maybe they're just a myth...?

    Drowned: Local pirates that apparently patrol the waterways of Ttha.

    Eithraki: Neutral tribe of professional engineers and builders, typically employed by other tribes to construct things they couldn't on their own.

    Vascali: A tribe of trader nomads, neutral as far as I can tell.

    'Tourist'/Bahtli: Me, them, us. I call them tourists, the locals call us Bahtli. Anyone who wasn't born on Ttha, or hasn't been there for a considerable amount of time is a Bahtli [loose translation seems to be outsider/offworlder. Need to fact check that.]

    Revunn
    : An ancient machine race native to Ttha that possess various configurations as forms. They probably have a lot of answers to a lot of my questions.

    Dunimm
    : Aviation specialists on Ttha from what I hear. Apparently rivals to the Sjetchen and Oukan. Need to confirm.

    Militia: New Berkhaut security, members are selected from all factions to remain politically neutral. They wear primarily desert colors and trench coats. [NOTE: Don't always listen to them, their judgment isn't any better just because they're the best Ttha has to offer.]

    Sayaab
    : Purple masks, black cloaks, they're the remnants of a much larger tribe on Ttha.

    Frog-Fish: Disgusting river freaks that tend to pop up around flowing water or just... Water. They don't even taste good.

    Plinkers: Autonomous robots that live around Warheaps. Aggressive or passive depending on, well, luck. Low caliber rounds mean they're only a real hazard in groups.

    Frogodile: Fuck these things. A giant goddamn frog-ish thing with a mouth full of teeth and bullet resistant front plate.

    Fricken: Dog sized amphibian/reptiles that are native to Ttha. They tend to move in packs, have no eyes, and are REALLY annoying if you hafta fight 'em. Taste great, can be friendly if you feed 'em.

    |--|


    Investigation Objectives
    \------------------------/


    Just a quick run down on what the current goals I've got are. I'll make sure to cross out anything I complete, and mark anything I've abandoned.

    |--|

    PRIMARY GOALS:
    [*]Find a way to assist the Sayaabs
    [*]Investigate the Underdark/Sewers [NOTE: Be prepared before I go down, it'll be tough down there]



    SECONDARY GOALS:
    [*]Run a donation drive to get food for the refugees on Lake Kji
    [*]Get better combat equipment [Non-lethal preferably]

    |--|


    /-- Closing Subsection Tthian_Vernacular.txt
    /-- Closing Subsection Investigation_Objectives.txt
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    Current Location: Caelestis Station, Hospital Wing [Again]
    Days on Ttha: 29

    Time for another my-body-is-broken-oh-god-it-hurts update.

    It's been a while since the last log update, about two weeks I think [again, local solar cycles are messing with me]. Regardless, a lots happened since the last update.

    Most recently, I've managed to move Camp Castor from the Green Expanse to a nice little island in the middle of lake Kji. I kept the name, considering I'd already painted the sign. It wasn't long before Sayaabs and other unfriendly natives started raiding the place. Needless to say, they were tougher than the Frog-fish we kept running into around the stream at the old camp. The first attack was by Sayaabs [who seemed more like scouts than anything else after my cohorts explained what happened] who managed to cause some frustrating damage to the Lake House I'd spent so much freakin' time repairing [seriously, those shingles were NOT in presentable condition when I claimed the place]. Lo-and-behold, just a few days later MORE raiders, this time a new group that a Sjetchen called 'Drowned'. Water based pirates, they were practically insane, but most of 'em went down easily enough. Most being the key word here, hence why I'm updating the log from the hospital with a seriously bruised chest, a fractured rib, lacerations on my arm, and a pretty nasty hole in my thigh [I'm pretty sure my health insurance provider dropped me after this one, too].

    But that's just what happened on the home front!

    Before the attack by the Drowned, I'd started taking up jobs with the local Militia fighting the Sayaabs. I haven't gotten paid yet, but that's not really the point. The latest operation was on a small town to the North [chilly] suffering from something called Djiean fever [I probably butchered the spelling]. High civilian population, anti-aircraft guns, Sayaab garrison. The job was to try and liberate the town so AFIF could provide relief to the local Sjetchen living there. The mission was a half success, considering we'd managed to kill about a dozen of 'em [I'm counting the AA gun I blew up as two. Sue me.], but I got myself a little banged up and Blaze [yeah, of course Blaze came] got herself a LOT banged up. She's still recovering at the AFIF field headquarters. I brought her cake.

    Aside from all that garbage, I've re-prioritized how I'm going about the investigation...

    I'm taking a more active role in local affairs, dealing with the Sayaabs, fighting raiders, that sorta thing. The hope is that I might gain some trust and keep people OFF MY FREAKIN' LAWN. SERIOUSLY, THEY SHOT MY OUTBACKER!!!

    Ahem

    Anyway, new objectives are as follows:

    [*] Fight Sayaabs where possible
    [*] Improve defenses at Camp Castor
    [*] Acquire Sayaab clothing

    I've also taken the liberty of updating the vernacular index, since I've learned a few more words. I'll keep that up as often as I can.

    Anyway, me tired. Me need rest now. Mean doctor take phone away. Buh-bye.


    -- Sincerely, Kade


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    Current Location: Castor and Co. Office
    Days on Ttha: 132

    It's been a long time, so this is gonna be one helluva update...

    I might as well go by the objectives I posted for myself earlier. So, to begin with me and my band of merry companions have moved off of Camp Castor and into the city. The Sjetchen have provided us with some nice digs for all the morally questionable work I did for them. My faith in karma has been undermined by this.

    Second, I'm no longer content that the Sayaabs are a threat. If anything, I should be helping them after all I've done to their people. They've allowed me to live on multiple occasions despite how many of their people I've killed, shot at, or injured. What really hit me though, was something that happened a few days ago. A Sayaab by the name of Charnuk came to me saying he was a Vascali, and after a few brief conversations he revealed his true affiliations. He told me he wanted to see me face-to-face, the man who killed his son. I must've said something right, because by the time he left neither of us had been shot...

    I haven't slept very well after that.


    That doesn't even cover half of what went on since my last update though [gonna be a bit more diligent about updates]. A few days before my conversation with Charnuk, Kiiresh the Oukan Warden was investigating the hospital. Naturally, I offered to render assistance. He agreed but told me and my pals to stow our weapons outside the hospital [didn't want to upset the neighbors or get the city riled up]. Following him inside, it wasn't long before we discovered some Sayaabs and what looked to be a farmer or two. One was carrying a crate with who-knows-what inside, and not long after a fight broke out. In the end, it was just down to me, Kiiresh, and that Nova I can't remember the name of [Kenny? Karl? I 'unno]. Key went through most of them like a machine with his bare hands [his personal shield emitter helped though]. Me and my Nova pal went after the farmer and the Sayaab who were running, and while chasing them we must've kicked something up because before we knew it there were spores everywhere. I didn't notice the first time, but we chased them out of the hospital and tried to catch them, but they managed to get to the garage and escape via a truck.

    Oh, and I forgot to mention... Logan showed up about the time I was going to chase the Sayaabs, and I told him EXPLICITLY to guard Naoko [poor thing was in a corner]. Rather than obey the sensible order I gave him, he thought it was oh-so right to go SHOOTING one of the Sayaabs Kiiresh had taken captive. As if that wasn't bad enough, because he didn't guard Naoko she was taken hostage not long after.

    It turned into a shit-show from there... Rather than get any captives, we were all taken hostage and forced upstairs. Thankfully, they let Undine go [they switched captives since Naoko could treat their wounded] and we managed to get out of the building as a bunch of plinkers showed up. Naturally, I was a lil' bit upset.

    So, we get back to the Clubhouse [nickname for the office building the Sjetchen gave us] and I call a meeting to have a fuckin' chat with fuckin' Logan, the man of the hour. After some harsh words, I kicked him out of my office and the crew. So, in addition to his earlier fuck-ups with kneecapping and shooting at the Sayaabs, he prevented us from taking captives, ruined our relationship with Kiiresh, and took a shit on my mood.


    So yeah, things have been goin' peachy.


    Some other footnotes before I take a break from writing notes and drawing plans.


    I encountered an Eithraki named Sybil, she's offered to help me and my group. She seems like a pretty competent soldier, so she's obviously welcome aboard in case there's trouble. Her people also seem to be natural engineers, so hey, win-win. I also have Omizu on-call to help out with the new clinic we've got at the office, always good to have fish-mom around.

    Most recently, the Unforgotten seem to have left Ttha. Apparently the pyramid was a ship. Go figure.
    Guess I can cross them off the list of suspects, at least...

    Anyway, that's just the important stuff. I figure I'll start trying to get folks together to maybe help the refugees that've moved in to Camp Castor since we left. It's something to do while I wallow in self-doubt until my next chance to follow a lead.



    ... Sometimes, I think it'd be nice to know what Llock would think about what I'm trying to do for his people.


    -- Fucking, Kade



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    Days on Ttha: 134


    Well, I did say I'd be updating this more often.

    Something interesting happened the the other day whilst I was running the donation drive for those refugees [said drive wasn't too eventful, saw Jackstadt again. That was neat.]

    Anyway, not much happened that day. Went around the city trying to get donations for the drive. It was while I was loitering around the stand that I was approached by a rather mysterious fellow in a hood, with a bandanna wrapped around their face. I had no way of identifying them, and thus I couldn't tell if they were a local or not. Regardless of their origins, they proposed a lead on the embassy bombing... Just when I'd pretty much given up on that, too.

    Naturally, they expected me to owe them pretty big for it, so I indulged them. Unfortunately, they provided me with some less-than-stellar information. They said 'Check the Underdark' as though I hadn't already freakin' thought of that. Of course, after that I got a little... Upset.

    And then a little more upset. I was very upset.

    Anyway, after telling them to get out, they laughed in my face and dispensed with a curiously encrypted datapad. I've got it hooked up to the computer in my office, running a few decryption programs to try and unlock it. It's got me thinking, not about anything in particular, just thinking.

    On the off chance this yields something noteworthy, I'd better buy some flares. It's not called the Underdark for laughs.

    ---

    I'm gonna vent for a bit, I feel like I need to after all that's been happening... I know no ones probably going to read this, but uh, if someone is then just... Skip this part. Please?

    Well, I tried.


    My personal life is a bit strange right now. Strange, in that it practically doesn't fuckin' exist. I sleep in my office most nights, buzzed or drunk, wake up the next day and do a bit of busy work or walk around the city doin' errands for myself and others. My free time? Usually spent watching local television [not very good most of the time], drinking, or having a hollow conversation with a Tourist about all the nice hotspots in the city. 'WHY YES! THE SPA IS LOOOVELY!' Go fuck yourself.

    I didn't mean that, it just gets on my nerves.

    On an even more personal note, Sarah McKinley is back in town. I don't know why, or for how long, but I can already feel a lot of well-repressed rage clawing it's way to the forefront of my mind. I'd very much like to tell her to 'get the fuck off Ttha', but that'd be... Wrong. I'm not talking about her anymore, it makes me too angry. I just hope she doesn't bring her baggage down on my head, that'd probably screw with my focus.

    As dumb as it sounds, Logan was probably one of the only people I could have a real meaningful conversation with. He was my friend, he was there since before I showed up on this forsaken ball of sand... Now he's gone. I don't miss him, and I don't regret telling that monster to get out, but I do miss having regular conversations that made me feel something other than... Patronizing.

    I guess Blaze is good for a good talk when I really need it, but whenever I talk to her there's a certain amount of pressure on me, like I've got to step up my game. Otherwise? She's barely serious with me, and the banter is always nice but it gets old sometimes. Her calling me Katie is actually starting to piss me off, but that might just be the stress talking.

    Fish-mom [Omizu] is always cool to hang with, though. We have drinks, chill, talk about our youthful escapades. At the same time, I feel a bit guilty whenever I hang out with her... Like I'm a parasite, burdening her with my problems, the ones she's probably had to deal with herself.

    My companions are all good for a quick chat, but they aren't exactly fulfilling the emotional vacuum I'm experiencing right now. It always goes back to work anyway.


    So, I've got all the people closest to me at arms length. Was never really a problem when I was gallivanting around the galaxy, but being stationary has a way of making you... Introspective.


    It wouldn't be fair of me to expect more from anyone. I have to be the shoulder to cry on, not the other way around. Why? Because, unfortunately, they all made the horrible mistake of looking up to me. Some people are even starting to call me a 'good man'. I don't deserve that, not after the things I've done... Not just on Ttha, but in my life.



    I took a look at the picture of mom again. I wondered if she'd think I was a good man.



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    Current Location: Castor and Co. Office
    Days on Ttha: 137


    I know I'm supposed to be professional and shit when I'm writing this...

    Yeah, fuck that. I'm a bit ticked.


    A lot happened yesterday [surprise surprise], the first thing being another Sayaab managed to make its way into the city, find my hideout, and then attempt to take vengeance on me for quote-unquote 'killing their son'. Sound familiar? It should, because it already happened once.

    I'm not gonna dispute the fact that I probably killed a few sons in my 'service' to my Sjetchen overlords [insert sarcastic tone here], but this was eerily similar to the last encounter I've had to an undercover Sayaab. If they'd wanted me dead by now, I'd be pretty dead at this point.

    Anyway, after he shot up the place and I shot him up a bit, Naoko finished the guy off with a bottle to the head. Unfortunately, he was bleeding out pretty heavily. I've killed too many Sayaabs already, I didn't want another one on my hands. By the time we managed to get him patched up, he'd already died of blood loss.

    I buried him outside the city.

    This segways into what happened later. The Sjetchen ambassador, Vaashia, contacted me to say that she needed my help with something. Evidently it involves Kiiresh and his 'depression'. Boo-hoo, he nearly killed everyone in New Berkhaut by opening a hospital with a virulent plague. My formerly endless well of sympathy for him dried up after that, and if it wasn't for the fact that she added in that there might be a lead on my embassy bombing investigation I would've probably have swaggered on down to the bar to get hammered.

    She doesn't have details, but it's something. I'm due to talk to her about her leads in a day or two, so that's nice.

    Uh, a bit of a footnote... I think she might've been flirting with me. I was pretty out of it though. I didn't think the natives were into Bahtli.


    Omizu also needs some help clearing out the nearby hospital of plinkers and just cleaning it up in general. I said I'd be happy to help, so there. Guess I'm doing that too. Yay.




    Anyway, I'm gonna have a busy week ahead of me between investigating this lead, delivering relief supplies to Lake Kji, and helping Omizu clear out the hospital.



    -- Le Kade


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    Current Location: Caelestis Station, Hospital Wing
    Days on Ttha: 139



    I don't like being used.


    Every day there's another disappointment around the corner, every day I try a little harder and fail a little more. Today was a day like that.

    I'm tired of my 'wins' being diluted by mistakes and the people who ordain to be smarter than me ruining everything I manage to scrape together. I can feel myself slipping, laying in the hospital and staring across from my bed to Blaire. She got the worst of it out of all of us. It's my fault, every injury, every scrape, every bumped toe. It's ripping me apart to look at her like this, so I'll try and drown out the voice in my head screaming at me to 'get even' with whatever higher power ordained to make me suffer like this.


    The Sjetchen came through on their promise to give me a lead. A letter arrived two days ago describing that the Oukan found something wrong with the hospital whilst they were clearing it out. Naturally, I gathered some backup and set off to investigate. Searching the first floor, we found that there was a passage way leading into what we'd find out later to be the Underdark-- The place they all told me not to go. Well, naturally we went down into the dank dark depths in search of whatever the Sjetchen could've sniffed out.


    I had some working theories as to what I was looking for, the main one being that the Sayaabs were getting into the city through the old hospital, and by extension, the Underdark. Thus far, I won't discount that theory but I've yet to see a single Sayaab down there.

    We made our way through the aqueducts and tunnels below New Berkhaut, fighting Frogodiles and Fricken for the first few hours as we struggled to get out bearings. This all went off without too much of a hitch, though there was a particular pool of water that... No, I'm not talking about that. I'm never talking about that. Ugh... Crawling all over me and...


    After a while we picked up a hitchiker in the form of a redheaded stalker who decided to follow us down for what I can only assume were 'shits-and-giggles' because I can't see any reasonable reason why they'd follow us down there. Blaze suggested we should've knocked her out and left her someplace safe. I should've done it.

    Regardless, our newest addition slowed us down further [Sybil and Undine were taking their sweet time, but I can't really blame them. Undine didn't have a suit and Sybil was wearing a lot of gear]. It felt like only a few hours, but it'd turn out to be much longer when we reached the surface. We trekked through the dark, maneuvering across flooded tunnels and up narrow pipes. After so much climbing, we came upon a tunnel leading into another section of the caves and tunnels. Continuing forward as we had so many times before, I was stupid enough to rush forward and fall down a long pit...

    It was a trap, and as I felt the ground below my feet disappear I couldn't help feeling that 'this was it', it was over and I'd have accomplished nothing on Ttha. My promise to Llock was meaningless, every life I'd taken in vain, and I'd doomed my friends with a pointless errand.

    Then I hit the water.

    I was quick to swim up, but of course I was trapped down there. I decided to take a well deserved break, since Blaze had told me to 'stay put'. As though I could've done anything else. It felt like I was there for hours, but it really only amounted to minutes [time is a funny thing]. They must've pulled a switch or turned a valve, because water started flooding into the chamber. I barely got my helmet back on before I had to swim back to the surface.

    Escaping the flooded chamber, me and the rest of us moved forward a little deeper into the tunnel. It wasn't long before we saw something surprising-- An Eithraki, holding a Calloway Primavera laser SMG.

    We'd found something, even if it wasn't what the Sjetchen were onto. My adrenaline addled body couldn't cope with the possibility of a friendly encounter, and something in my gut just told me that they weren't content with us knowing that they were down there... So I raised my SMG, and asked if they spoke common.

    Then the fucking stalker redhead decided it'd be a great idea to try and choke me out.

    In the absence of a reply from the Eithraki, we were greeted with two more bursting out from the nearby door and opening for with a pretty nasty looking LMG.

    We fought back after getting our bearings. Sybil tried to get them to stop, bless her, but I figured it wasn't going to work out like that. We moved forward, and I did my best to lay down some heat on them. Undine was pretty damn impressive with that rifle I gave her-- Managed to take down the guy with the LMG... Of course, for every success I hafta have an abysmal failure. That dipshit redhead fucktard decided it'd be a great idea to throw a FRAG GRENADE in a CAVE. Naturally, it killed the guard that Undine had already shot, did nothing to the other two, and sent all of US flying back. Docs said my ribs are a bit bruised, but I made out lucky all things considered.

    We fought on, though, and managed to take down the remaining Eithraki. Blaire tried to stabilize them, even though I knew from experience that they'd rather die than accept help from an enemy [the way of Ttha or whatever]. What I saw next was confusing to say the least. Two CLINICALLY INSANE Apex scientists were inside, with a dead Eithraki that they claimed was their jailer [they'd propped it up and given it a gun to make it look like it was holding them hostage]. After some investigating on the corpse, the two SHOT ME IN THE BACK. I was lucky it was a low-power blaster, otherwise it might've gone through my armor. I turned around, and naturally started questioning them.

    After going in conversational circles, my companions joined me inside and helped me restrain them. I continued snooping around, and what I found next was horrifying and beautiful at the same time -- A storage room, filled to the brim with Calloway laser weapons.

    At this point I had a few more theories: That these were offworld gun runners that'd come to Ttha to supply some of the locals with an abundance of military grade laser weaponry [trading for offworld weapons is forbidden]. This would correlate with why the two Apex were captured by Sayaabs a few months ago [I forgot to mention that, whoops].

    Regardless, I grabbed a Primavera and made my way back out. Blaire had stumbled upon something else whilst we were down there, a tube with some kind of... Robot. Sybil called it a 'Revunn', she almost seemed reverent about it too. I'll need to talk to her about it later.


    Then shit hit the fan. Again.


    The crazy Apex scientist stabbed Blaire with something that made her go BERSERK. It took a couple bullets to the back, and one to the knee, from Undine to get her down. And even then, I had to give her a good hit on the noggin.

    Needless to say, I was in a bit of a rush to get us all out of there.

    I got us back to surface, only to find the Sjetchen crawling around our exit point... With Sybil and on of the two Apex tied up to a telephone pole. After some choice words on my part, I got everything straightened out. Then they turned around and stabbed me in the back [not literally, but kinda literally]. They were TAKING the Calloway weapons, something I was SURE they aren't supposed to do. I tried to tell Vaashia off, but she told me to hand over my Primavera. I 'slipped' and dropped my Primavera down the hole we just crawled out of. Their response? A gun butt to the back of my head.


    I woke up back in the hospital, pissed, uncontrollably pissed... And then terrified, once I saw Blaire. I can't let her get hurt like this, it should've been me.


    Regardless, I think Kiiresh and Vaashia are due for a nice long CHAT with me. And if I don't like what either of them have to say?


    Well, screw my promise to Llock.


    No one fucks with Kade Castor.



    -- Kade, signing off


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    It's been quiet the past few days.


    Despite that, I feel obligated to include a few relevant facts to my ongoing investigation that have come up thanks to some casual conversations I've had with a certain super-rad Vascali.

    And other stuff. I've got other stuff to talk about too.

    Anyway, a day or two ago I was doing some mundane task for the Oukan scientist named Kathy, when I found a certain Vascali following me around. She was pretty vague about WHY she was following me, but it was kinda cute how she dodged my questions on the topic. Anyway, I do my stuff and got the thing back to the person, and the Vascali [who told me her name was Wednesday] decided to follow me back to the clubhouse. I didn't have any reason to say no, and she was nice to chat to.

    She's apparently a fan, viewing me as quote-unquote 'cool', akin to an action hero or something like that. I dunno about all that, but whilst we were talking she mentioned a faction named the Dunimm, a faction on par with the Oukan and Sjetchen that apparently prioritize air superiority. My lack of contact with them makes me wonder if they're in conflict with the factions like the Sayaabs are, and are therefore disallowed from entering Berkhaut. Regardless, the vague descriptions Wednesday gave drew a rough picture.

    The other thing that Wednesday offered me some enlightenment on was the Revunn. She told me that they were ancient residents of Ttha, typically keeping to themselves, and a lot like the plinkers but, y'know, sentient. There wasn't much info she could tell me other than folklore, but from what I can understand they may be the strangest faction I've yet to encounter on Ttha. She said some don't even have humanoid forms, which might make sense[?]. Regardless, finding the Revunn we found in the cave has become my HIGHEST priority. It might have answers I need, judging on where we found it.

    The third tribe Wednesday helped me understand was her own. The Vascali apparently respect the nature and wildlife of Ttha, and have gone as far to become pseudo-pacifists. They won't look for a fight, and they'll try to avoid bloodshed, but as with everyone on Ttha they'll defend their own.

    I'm probably gonna talk a lot more with Wednesday. She's like a lil' library that calls me 'cool'.

    Gotta love that.


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    Another personal entry. It's therapeutic.

    Shocker.


    I saw McKinley again at the bar a few days ago. Despite every fiber of my being telling me to leave or tell her off I had a lil' chat with her. It was awkward, sure, but it was civil and lacking in any verbal jabs on either of our parts. As we talked, I couldn't help but feel a sort of smug satisfaction. Not long ago, she was the one who had droves of people surrounding her for a hopeless cause, putting blind faith in someone who they shouldn't have, whilst I was just another schmuck who'd been unfortunate enough to strike an emotional chord with her that created a universal vendetta against moi.

    Now? Now our roles are reversed. I've got a band of friends that've got MY back and SHE'S The one who's all on her own. I pity her, but I don't think I hate her anymore. I guess she broke up with Blisk too, which did genuinely surprise me. Seeing her lose everyone makes me think maybe I should try and bring people a bit closer... Or maybe it's better to keep my distance. The lower the drop, the less likely you break your legs.



    Blaze made me get her tacos and shit in the hospital. It was nice seeing her looking better than a meat-grinder survivor. Laurel showed up too, which was a bit tense and awkward. I waved and gave the two some privacy, though I really left because, honestly? Laurel freaks me out a bit.


    Lately, I've been questioning what I'm even doing on Ttha anymore. Like, why am I here? At first, it was to try and pay back Llock for royally screwing up my first job. After the embassy bombing, it was to solve the mystery of who actually did it despite being the only one who cared. But lately? I'm worried this is becoming an obsession. It'd be so easy for me to leave Ttha, to just pack up and hit the road. They might be better off if I left, no more Kade meddling in everyone's business...

    But then I considered what I'd become. Someone who genuinely cares about what happens on this rock. I've never cared about a planet before. Not Earth, not Mars, not anywhere between there and Avos. Ttha? I can't stop thinking about it. Then came to mind what would happen if I left. So many of my friends would be left aimless, they all look up to me to point in a direction and lead the way now. I might not like it, but I have to do it.

    So, I have a new reason for being on Ttha... Because it needs me.

    Or, at least my friends do.



    -- Kade is outtie


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    Logan kicked me in the balls today



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    A lot happened in the span of a few short hours.


    I was having a pretty lazy day up until a few hours ago. That's when Vaashia and Kiiresh both decided to pay me a visit at the clubhouse. They wanted to talk in private so I brought them up to my office.

    Vaashia started off by apologizing for the crap treatment of me and my crew after our last foray into the Underdark. I was still a bit upset, but it was a nice gesture regardless. Afterwards, she enlightened me as to various things regarding that aforementioned foray into the Underdark.


    For starters, the Apex scientist we took into custody [who was apparently named Koland], was just what I suspected. They were an offworld smuggler working with his other Apex buddy, doing gun running out of the Underdark to supply the Sayaabs. While that part I already strongly suspected, the next part really surprised me-- Apparently, the two Apex were somehow involved in the embassy bombing. The governments have all but dropped the investigations, but Vaashia seems to want me to keep looking into things.

    The connection between the smugglers and Sayaabs leads me to believe that they may be linked to the bombing, though I doubt they were responsible for it [they lack the finesse for it]. Discussing the issue with Kiiresh and Vaashia, I came to the conclusion that if I wanted answers, then I'd have to find Pokla and pry them out of him. Be it with force, or words, though I'd prefer the latter. Rather than kill my way through camp after camp of Sayaabs, I intend to complete my cobbled together Sayaab uniform and sneak into one of their camps [my Tthatian common could use some more work, but I've got enough down to at least pass if no one engages in length conversation]. This could take some time, so that's goin' on the backburner for a while.

    I also learned what happened to the Calloway weapons that were taken, in addition to the Revunn. The Sjetchen are already reverse-engineering the weapons, which has widespread implications considering they're blasters and lasers. I doubt it'll have much of a major impact on things for the immediate future, though. As for the Revunn? The Sjetchen apparently have it locked up in some secret facility [Vaashia doesn't even know where it is]. There are two hurdles with getting to that bot, one is the fact I don't know where it is plus the fact its inside a secure Sjetchen facility. The other, apparently, is that Revunn don't speak terrestrial languages. They said something about it speaking in 'numbers'. I have some pretty extensive experience with all kinds of sentient, sapient, and other kinds of robots so communication is more about patience than anything else. If it's binary, it should be simple to translate. If it's some sort of numerical syntax? That's a bit tougher since I'd need to learn the values for the letters [and knowing robots, they could have any number of letters]. Or it could be something completely alien and I'd have to hope I could find a solution.

    Regardless, the lasers are out of my hands and the Revunn is gone... For now. I fully intend on speaking to that robot.


    After that? We talked briefly about the Dunimm. They rival and openly fight the Oukan, whilst the Sjetchen trade with them. They've been described as first aggressors. If they're anything like the drowned? I won't have much of a problem with killing them if I have to. I can't stand pirates.


    Minor details though, after that I was told something surprising.


    There's a nightshade in the city, apparently a librarian of sorts, that might know more about the embassy bombing. While they couldn't provide a location [it's a big city and its a nightshade, of course they couldn't], they DID provide me with a different path to find them. Les, the owner of the Sand Trap, disappeared about a month ago. According to Ashvald, the co-owner of the cafe, he went to some kind of convention. Ash was kind enough to provide me with some of Les' notes, and after struggling to read through the Tthatian, I managed to come up on an interesting deal. My next move was to investigate his apartment.

    I 'maneuvered' my way past the locked gate and made my way into the house with relative ease. It was in good condition, if a bit lived in. This was due entirely to the fact that there was a squatter living in the house. I didn't get a chance to question him more thoroughly, and he ran before I could talk to them at length face-to-face. Me, Koshka, and some other person searched the place and came up with almost nothing. We found an antique gun that looked more trouble than it was worth, some documents in invisible ink, and a bunch of rats living in his storage space. It was a bust, but I won't let that get me down. I'll figure out what happened, I just need a bit of patience.


    Going back to my conversation with Vaashia a few hours prior, though...


    She told me something that was, quite frankly, shocking, disturbing, and interesting. The 'council' of Ttha wanted to instate a form of police that didn't rely solely on military assets. She said I was apparently their prime candidate, considering I was already looking into plenty of the happenings around Ttha and trying to keep the peace. She also said something about being a 'pillar of the community' but I think that might've just been flattery. People don't like me. Sometimes I don't even like me.


    Regardless, I don't like the idea of being controlled, or getting wrapped up in red tape... Or... Ugh... Politics...


    But I think I'm going to take the position. The resources it would put at my disposal would make things a lot smoother, not to mention the fact that I'd have authority over all the shit-smeared mongoloids who beam down to Ttha looking to cause nothing but trouble for the locals. I'll need a cool hat or something, maybe a badge. I 'unno, I'll visit a tailor.


    Candidates won't be hard to come by, I've already got plenty of 'fans' apparently. [Speaking of, Vaashia mentioned that a Sjetchen under her command had a crush on me. I'll have to look into that...]


    That's all for now, but all things considered its been a pretty damn good day.


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    I'm gonna compile a quick list of non-lethal weapon ideas I had, as well as the notes I recovered, pictures of investigation stuff, and the interrogation transcript Vaashia gave me about Koland. I'll forward the weapon ideas to any Eithraki I'm put into contact with, hopefully they'll be able to get something back to me.


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    <Non-lethal Weapon Ideas>

    Foam grenade: I had the idea after those stupid Fricken's globbed snot all over my helmet. It'd be able to incapacitate one or two targets that were in close proximity to the grenade by releasing a rapidly expanding foam that'd solidify on contact with the air. My chemistry isn't really A+ material though, so I'd hafta talk to the Eithraki and Oukan about this one.


    Stun-stick: Simple idea, I've built them before. Can't go wrong with the bastard child of a cattle-prod and a nightstick, I still have a few of my old ones lying around. I plan on making a few improvements, though, considering stuff on Ttha takes a bit more to go down. Should be able to slap some together easily enough if I can get the parts.


    Sonic Grenade: These would be pathetically simple to throw together [for me anyway], and I imagine pretty effective. Just slap a strong enough speaker on, add a decent battery, and throw in some simple programs and options. Prime it, lob it, and boom-- Everyone's deaf for a lil' while. I could probably have used these a LOT. Would make a nice distraction, too...

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    Productive day today. Here's hoping I can keep this going.



    -- Yours truly, Kade



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