[Locked to Ariel, the Vesmier, Torchwood, and Sydney]
[[This entry operates under a set of specific parameters, specifically it will show up the minute Sark is caught by Thane in this post. Sorry your plans keep failing, Torchwood.]]
Given the delicate nature of this situation, I felt this might be necessary. Should this mission be successful, none of you will ever see this, but should it fail... Well, I'm banking on the hope that it won't, but I haven't lived as long as I have in this particular game by allowing myself to become too overly cocksure of my own abilities.
If you're reading this, then I have either been captured or killed in the pursuit of accomplishing a mission to bring down one Instagur John Thane and I'm sure my guardian angel can inform you precisely which one of those two options is the truest if she's capable of it, assuming you particularly care what my status is (although, considering I locked this to you, I'm assuming that you either care or would probably like to know).
Ariel, whatever happens... Whatever you happen to feel, do not- I repeat, do not- come after me. Find someone to sedate you or track down Torchwood at the Kashtta Tower. If by chance, I'm not killed on sight, than your involvement will just make whatever predicament I find myself in that much worse and I believe that to be something we'd both be wont to avoid. I know you have no reason to listen to anything I say, but if you never listen to anything else, listen to that.
And Sydney, for the record... [[There may have been something written here, but it's been scratched out to the point of illegibility.]] Now do you see exactly why I wanted you to stay out of this? Whatever you may possibly feel or believe about me, know that I was looking out for your best interests. And yes, I know that you don't need me to do that for you, but considering how stubborn you are, someone ought to do it. It just so happened to be me this time. And if that isn't enough to persuade you from not coming anywhere near Thane, then consider what effect your unfortunate and inevitable death will have on Flinkman, Vaughn, and Will, and stay away.
I suppose that's... all that needs to be said, really.
Given the delicate nature of this situation, I felt this might be necessary. Should this mission be successful, none of you will ever see this, but should it fail... Well, I'm banking on the hope that it won't, but I haven't lived as long as I have in this particular game by allowing myself to become too overly cocksure of my own abilities.
If you're reading this, then I have either been captured or killed in the pursuit of accomplishing a mission to bring down one Instagur John Thane and I'm sure my guardian angel can inform you precisely which one of those two options is the truest if she's capable of it, assuming you particularly care what my status is (although, considering I locked this to you, I'm assuming that you either care or would probably like to know).
Ariel, whatever happens... Whatever you happen to feel, do not- I repeat, do not- come after me. Find someone to sedate you or track down Torchwood at the Kashtta Tower. If by chance, I'm not killed on sight, than your involvement will just make whatever predicament I find myself in that much worse and I believe that to be something we'd both be wont to avoid. I know you have no reason to listen to anything I say, but if you never listen to anything else, listen to that.
And Sydney, for the record... [[There may have been something written here, but it's been scratched out to the point of illegibility.]] Now do you see exactly why I wanted you to stay out of this? Whatever you may possibly feel or believe about me, know that I was looking out for your best interests. And yes, I know that you don't need me to do that for you, but considering how stubborn you are, someone ought to do it. It just so happened to be me this time. And if that isn't enough to persuade you from not coming anywhere near Thane, then consider what effect your unfortunate and inevitable death will have on Flinkman, Vaughn, and Will, and stay away.
I suppose that's... all that needs to be said, really.