DEAD. SO FUCKING DEAD.

DEAD.

LUNGS.

PAIN.

OH MY GOD.

DEAD.

:D

With the Invisible Hand docked for supply rounds, I have decided to venture out on my own accord. I have visited the Nexus, and I already see the military potential the place has to offer. We can load up supplies, find potential allies, and, perhaps, occupy some area for the Separatist fleet.

Hn. Indeed, this will be one of the more interesting

( So crucify the ego, Before it's far too late, To leave behind this place so, Negative and blind and cynical, And we will come to find, That we are all one mind, Capable of all that's, Imagine the unconceivable. )

( A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful. Is this a test? It has to be. Otherwise I can't go on. )

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