Location: Near Lucille in the Besson system
Date: 173.10.14

The nervous energy before battle. Sitting in the cockpit, like awakening on a foreign shore. Tension, cut only by the warm, comforting subliminals pumping through your loyalty implants. A mix of righteous anger with just a dash of resolution, a sense of noble purpose.

Nothing motivates like knowing for certain that you're on the right side.


The interlopers have come snooping around. Fools. Don't they know? The Substance belongs only to the elect, those with the will and the strength to use it properly. To clean the Sector out, to purify the vermin.

This can't be permitted. We'll stop them.

"All Blade Breakers, follow me in! Root out the beasts of the Sixth Bureau!"