Race, I will remember you:
Oh my dearest idiot brother! Your blood forever rendered spent at the hands of the Empire. Oh if mother had not sullied your brain with tales of great family lies to the gain of her own vile schemes. Oh how you and I might have once more enjoyed adventure on the distant moons of the galaxy in search for treasure and random hunting explorations. Alas, never again will I withstand your raucous revelries. The empire will pay dearly, no matter the lengths I must reach to uncover and dispel the darkness that has so long veiled our lives with frequent death and whispers wretched of truth. I blame mother and her foul ties to various Imperials over these last four years. Her so called friends she erred in melding the transportation guilds on Teyr with have given up much of their hands as my contacts through the Governor’s office have revealed. Uncle Revane has equally shared a disturbed interest keeping me abreast of these blood money trades running down her deeply soaking fingers. She thinks she knows she’s being watched. But she does not not know by whom. Her most recent frivolities have engorged my Naive brother Race into wiles of riches and gain with simple brainless tasks, unaware of her true motives. It ended in his death at the hands of yet another vile Imperial who will be brought to justice as I see to it he chokes on the stench of his own bile brought to fullness of light before the courts, exposed for all the galaxy to see! Brother I mourn thee! Mother I see thee! Empire, your own fodder will bury you!
My new found friends:
I am ever grateful to have stumbled into Hammer Time. Nothing pink and black should be consumed at once, let alone black! My skull was scraping for the ringing to end the following week thereafter! However, I find that by some coincidence I managed to connect with the crew who last saw my dearest dumb Race alive. The story was what I would have expected, blunt. That was Race of course. Yet, things seemed to always somehow turn out for him, but not this time, it was almost as though it were fixed.
Thank you my new found comrades for your hospitality, and kindness in mourning this loss. I will not forget this great act of uncommon brotherhood and respect for those who will never return in this life! I know truly, that along side these brave souls, we will travel, we will fight, and we will triumph together in this unraveling of mysteries!
Signing off-Javrece Moz Rilson – personal log 5257