Lord Captain's Log number two.

We intercepted the last group of tyrannid borders in the navigatorium.

It was a ferocious fight, and we cut down every last Zenos in our way.

But despite our best efforts, a tyrannid synapse warrior slew the navigator of the Fool's

Gelt, Garland Victorian Garrish Noctori.

I was wounded badly, but in the end I avenged the good navigator.

Before he died, he dictated a will that bade us bear his staff to his family on Pell Primus, where his niece

will assume his role. After we held funeral rights for the dead, my retinue separated, learned

of the workings of the fool's geltz crew, and reported back to me on their findings.

The ship badly needs a chirurgeon.

What's more, Holt tells me we're not only lacking in munitions, but the manpower to wield

them.

Jerichus informs me that there is a message of a sort waiting for me an ominous proposition.

Nazgab also appears to have something of a history with Redmar.

Lastly, First Officer Buchanan informs me that this ship has a history with the Cylon family, my family.

This cannot be a coincidence.

But whether it is the will of the Emperor or someone else, one thing remains clear.

We must stop my fleet abyss.

And with that, we jump back into our story.

Connor?

Yes.

I was good.

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