Marshal Arkas' Log

Upon the Novyinadezha

6th Decavember 2302, Gregorian Calender

The probe's vision winked out as the last bit of infrastructure was destroyed. The probe was interconnected with the structures; when they were wiped out, I could see no more of Argos.

My mother was upon Argos. I wonder where she is now. Those Advent bastards probably murdered her along with the rest.

The wormhole calculations stopped flowing in as well. The long-range phase lane stabilizers simply stopped working, the supply of information by the laboratory sensors cut by the destruction of the laboratories.

Our frigate builders hardly work.

We are stuck with only a huge graveyard of ships for company in this godforsaken sector of a system. We have a steady supply of metal and crystal; money now no longer has value, as I have decreed. Colonyhead Aurelius, as far as I can gather, is probably dead. I am the only authority now, and a normal economy will only hurt us.

The bridge is still empty. No one has come out of their quarters; I'm all alone, with a view of the beautiful wormhole before me.

The view does not help. I know that at any time, those freaks might come out and kill us all. I am surrounded by a huge fleet, but what comfort does it provide me? We cannot replace our ships. Kodiak, along with the rest of the companies that provided us our ship designs, demanded enforced copyright. Now that the labs that provided the design keys are gone, what of me?

The only companies that didn't demand enforced copyrights were Protev, Cobalt and Arcnova. They are part of the Trade Order Comission for Basic Colony Supplies; however, 'basic' is an understatement. They will provide little help when a fleet of Advent battleships come.

I do not know what to do. For now I will sleep and ponder the situation I am in.

Marshal Arkas' Log

Upon the Novyinadezha

7th Decavember 2302, Gregorian Calender

It is obvious to me what must be done. The Advent bastard-freaks haven't killed us yet.

It is time to set up shop here; I will dictate the set-up of our infrastructure. I have ordered the production of a large amount of Protev colony frigates; we will seize the extractors in this area without a problem.

I'm more worried, however, of whether they will be intact.

Marshal Arkas' Log

Upon the Novyinadezha

10th Decavember 2302, Gregorian Calender

It appears that the phase lane pattern of this sector is three 'hooks' of space debris, according to the scans. We might find something interesting if we follow the phase lanes.

Hopefully something worth finding.

Speaking of the extractors, the Trader Order is amazing in it's propensity for posterity. Our extractors in this graveyard still exist to this day, though ravaged by Vasari lasers. The basic design is sturdy; we have taken occupation of all of them. They're bolted a bit by micrometeorites, but pristine. Elegant.

Just beautiful.

Corporal Marcus' Log

Upon TO Extractor Argara-812X

10th Decavember 2302, Gregorian Calender

Bodies. Perfectly preserved. Everywhere, just floating freely. I've databased twenty of the workers; if the estimation of time period is correct- the 2120s- there are exactly forty more, as per the usual arrangement of the 2120 model extractors.

The corpses suffer from horrifying conditions; there is Vasari laser fire, there is decompression, there is the poor soul that has been incinerated entirely but for his personnel identification tag. The body collector will come soon, and put the bodies into the Phase Space repository of the Novyinadezha.

I hope this is over soon. I heard the other two extractors were automated.

I always draw the short stick, for some reason.

Just beautiful.