Excerpts from Lieutenant Rolando Lorentino's journal
Day 6: I think Kyriac is trying to kill me. First he offered to get breakfast this morning, but it tasted slightly different. He said they just didn't use enough salt, I believe it was some kind of low level poison. I am not letting him buy lunch for fear of the second dose of poison.
Day 7: Kyriac is totally trying to poison me. I know it now. He's offered to get me water three times this afternoon, no one does that. Clearly he's moved beyond food and into drinks. I'm on to him.
Day 8: It is now my fault that we can't get off this awful planet. Kyriac listed his reasons on a white board he had procured from a gift shop. I think he's using the white board in secret to plot out how he plans on killing me. He's arranged this with the cleaning crew, they are coming for me tonight, I know it.
Day 9: Transport is coming tomorrow. Kyriac is being annoying, saying I don't even know if its coming and I just say that to make myself feel better we're stuck here. Festival is almost up, so we can finally get a place to stay.
Day 10: No transport, no hotel room, no hope. Apparently there is a system wide issue effecting transport. I don't know what it is, or if there even is one. At this point I've given into the conspiracy theory the gods hate me and this is my punishment. To live out my days in a transport station's arrivals/departures lounge with a short asshole who hates me.
Day 11: Temporary event has expanded, now it appears to not be some kind of environmental thing. Whispers of a second Red War. Kyriac and I are now in danger of being left behind. I've got to figure out what to do.
Day 12: The war is here.
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