I didn’t mean to wind up here. Really, I didn’t. They left me on the ship and were so trusting but I just… couldn’t.
She came. Tandra Black. She’s been here, every now and again, leaving me exactly what I need. The Market has places to sell all kinds of things — I just had to keep my head low and the crew of the Stellar Lady barely noticed me.
I’m so sorry.
The AI that Sunny made fragmented and attempted to start a war. Another war, I mean. Tandra told me to keep quiet, that she would take care of it. I believed her.
But in the end, she worked together with Xathu to lobotomize the president of Wyrd. Once he was functionally an empty body, they moved to place the blame on Cori. Bridger thought he had convinced Xathu that Cori was strong, a faction worthy of respect, that a rogue Xu group had completed the assassination without Cori’s knowledge. He didn’t know the cockwangle had done it himself.
Xathu swallowed Tandra whole, and that was that. The allegiance of the Dragons had been bought for the war, at the cost of the Xu homeworld.
They would all march together.
Time is accelerating, and we already have so little of it. Abbadon has learned to ride the minds of others, copy himself in bodies that look strange and new, that Rue can’t recognize. He now has something of a psychic presence, known previously to be possessed only by the Angels.
None of us have enough time.
I can feel the end in my bones.
Viktor has the key to the dimensional Portal, back on Earth. They are ready to fight this war, and I fear what will happen to us that are left behind.
Pausing transmission — there is someone at my door. Security suggests it’s Sunny’s mother. Hopefully, I can help her with the refugees.
Last personal log, Kleenorp