[17 MARCH 2039]

*WELCOME, LIEUTENANT AVYAN VARMA*
*SPEECH TO TEXT: ON*

We found them.

After such an extensive search mission, we finally found them.
Forty-eight hours ago, Meredith was entrusted with transporting high-grade weapons from the Grub, accompanied by a contingent of Skavaars for protection. But, she went MIA somewhere near what was once Nelmor. We promptly mobilized a search party.

No one survived, none except Lieutenant Vickers. Even so, she was severely injured. She received a heavy abrasion in her left eye, causing irreparable damage to it. The extensive head injuries resulted in her falling into a coma. If they hadn't gotten there on time, she...she probably wouldn't have made it.

We successfully decrypted the message sent by ADAX after Meredith was brought back to base. It was Nyx. He did this to everyone. He singlehandedly destroyed all the Skavaars and personnel in the Gryphon. He spared the Gryphon because he wanted to 'send a message,' using Meredith as his messenger.

From what we saw, Nyx is a man-child. He displayed immature tendencies. How he laughed and hopped around like a kid tossing Mers around the cockpit like a ragdoll, was disturbing. I couldn't watch the video. It raged and unsettled me in ways I didn't think were possible.

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Our weapon supplies have disappeared. For all we know, they probably took them and used them like fireworks. We requested backup from headquarters, but they adamantly refused. They insisted that there was no way that the Isnenis would be here. They were sure of it. Sure of it, my ass!

We've decided to strengthen our base with what we have...anything we have. I know the Isnenis will be here. We can't let Black Pearl fall. It's our top priority that that doesn't happen. I don't care if the headquarters don't send us any backup.

We'll fight with what we have. And we'll win. We have plasma cannons, the best in the business and the most lethal weapons in our arsenal. But this might be my final log entry if it all goes downhill. Hence, following protocol, I have decided to transfer all the data in this Digilog to the headquarters.

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Now, this message goes to the headquarters if I pass in battle.

Please, let my friends and close ones know that they're the reason for my joy and happiness in life.

Oh, take care of my dog. Her name is Tilly and she has been my steadfast companion since my military days. Feed her well, she loves scratches and is contempt with just existing with you. All of this is possible only if she likes you though.

Finally, I convey to everyone that I have no regrets. My time in space, though brief, has shaped me into the person I am today.
Despite the hardships they brought, I am grateful for the experiences I've faced throughout my life.

Thank you!

Thank you....

...I don't wanna die...

*END LOG*

*TRANSFERRING DATA TO ORBITAL ALLIANCE HEADQUARTERS...*

*DATA TRANSFER SUCCESSFUL*