This journal was recovered from one of the prison cells after the massive prison break that occurred in the Prison of Elders. The owner of this journal, one designated as VIP #0476.
This journal was heavily damaged during the prison break and has been repaired to the best of the Hidden's ability.
I am not some angst teenager that writes in a journal about her hopes and dreams, favorite celebrity crushes or whatnot. I was-am Vale's Greatest Gentlemen Thief.
That was until a black-haired bitch roped me in to cause chaos during the Vytal festival which resulted in me locked up. Then a red-haired bitch burned a part of my face. Good thing Neo knew when to switch sides when the chips were down, I trained her well. Then I was sent alongside numerous other prisoners into a space prison in another solar system.
I'm Roman Torchwick and this is my time in the Prison of Elders.
I arrived with a bunch of prisoners at the Prison of Elders. The guards gave us the standard speech. You know, the whole 'do what I tell you to do, step out of line I shoot you' speech that all prisons recite. I swear, its standard for all of them.
They gave each of us a tablet to write our thoughts down and such. Then put us on a tram and sent us on our way.
I got to tell ya, the inmates here, all aliens. Zombified corpses, gigantic space rhinos in armor, fucking robots and even four-armed space pirates. It was one of the latter that I was thrown in with.
Eight of those four and two armed bastards surrounded me, that was until this larger one took notice of me and told them all to back off. He told me his name is Siviks.
Journal entry heavily damaged here.
Journal entry repaired.
I am getting the hang of things in this Prison of Elders. Its both prison and gladiatorial arena. Every few days, prisoners are selected randomly to be transported via a tube in the back of each cell and transported to a hub where we are given a random weapon, usually melee, and we fight to the death.
Me and my cellmates first match was with a group called The Swarm. A group of Thralls of the species called Hive. I had a tire-iron while the others got knives and a spear. First time seeing these Thralls face to face. Bashed in their face, even got my outfit clawed by the buggers.
And when we weren't called in to fight, a screen popped up on the wall where we watched the fights.
Heavily damaged here.
Recovered.
We are fed twice a day, slops not fit for normal humans, but what are ya going to do?
Heavily Damaged here.
Recovered.
Out of the hundreds of murderers, thieves and rogue huntsmen that came in with me here, a third had already been killed in the arena.
Heavily damaged here.
Recovered.
It was months before Siviks took me into his confidence and in a secluded corner of the room, he bade me to follow. He tore open a panel and retrieved a journal. This journal belonged to a member of the Black Armory. A group of three families during the Golden Age that made several machines that made armor and weapons. Armor and weapons more advanced that today's lot. He stated that just one of these machines can make 9 pieces of armor and weapons every nine minutes. Not only that, but weapon and armor schematics can be added to its database and be imbued with the materials and weapon mods already in the system.
Meaning if I throw an Atlesian Pistol schematic in the machine, it can then produce another pistol imbued with the power of a Golden Age weapon.
Kinetic, Energy, Power, Solar, Void, Arc, the works!
He also showed me a picture of some of the members of the three families. One of them bore a striking resemblance to yours truly.
He mentions that three of these Black Armory Forges are located on Remnant, while he knows of at least two located in Sol. He also said something about the ones on Remnant being under a 'genetic lock' meaning that only yours truly can access them. That's why Siviks took me in.
His brother started a Syndicate in Sol and locked him up because he was too wild. Siviks wants to build a new Syndicate using the Black Armory. Not only that, but he wants to combine Remnant's tech with said Armory. And with my knowledge of Remnants underground network, how can I say no?
Heavily Damaged here.
Recovered.
Siviks told me to wait for the opportunity to escape…and it is happening now!
A/N: Been a while since I wrote a chapter for this story. been working on Osiris and the Warmind, arc Corp anomaly Files and some other stuff, these stories just sat in my mind. Will update more when available. Keep an eye out for the next chapter of Osiris and the Warmind along with a surprise coming on October 31st!