Channel 16 News, Altair
26 Muharram 2434
22:00
The Oligarchy has released a statement. I must warn our viewers that the news is grim.
"It is time. They have finally come. In four years, the Scaled Abominations will be orbiting our homeworld. We should have four missile bases by that time. With our fifty DreadStingers, we will make a mighty stand. Not one Reptile will step foot on Holy Altair while our military has even one still flying. Not one scaled hide will fly our skies as we have breath in our lungs and the wind beneath our wings."
I'm sorry to say that all programming will be phased out in the coming years as more and more resources are funneled to equip our warriors with our best. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for being such loyal viewers. Though we will still air for one more year, I would like to say tonight, thank you and good night.
Final Journal Entry of Akhir Al-Muhaymin ibn Altairi Al Qatsaw'ts
29 Dhu al-Hijjah 2438
The transmissions from Holy Altair have stopped. I am the last of my kind. The last Alkari alive. No companion but the purple glowing planet orbiting Stalaz. There is no way for me to travel anywhere outside the system, much less reach a safe place to spread the words of the Alkari to all those how will hear.
Even now I feel the cold of loneliness creeping into my soul. The irradiated planet that has been my charge for the last 75 years seems warm and comforting, but I know that if I even try to fly low, my Scout will be torn to shreds. Oh how I miss the gliding of my youth. The warm sun on my back, the cool air under my wings. This small blue star might be the last sun I see.
I've set the cryostasis to not wake me unless a ship enters the system. I have also set my broadcast to send one simple message on a constant loop.
[INDENT]"I am here."[/INDENT]
Sorry it took so long to write such a short story. I do hope everyone enjoyed it. There's quite a bit of story I decided to allude to rather than have similar or repeating journals. I even had a few story bits I ended up not using, such as Oma - mentioned in the first Journal - being interviewed as one of the first to be employed on Esper and a suicide mission conducted by radical youths that try in vain to take back Vox (based on a slight... error on my part).
At my best, I owned only 6 planets before the war with the Sakkras. Altair, Esper, Haydes, Artemis, Vox and Drakka. I never even got to meet with any other race outside of the single Council vote. I did take a hand full of pictures and have a full, if slightly fluffed, turn-by-turn report, but posting those might spoil this report. I did my best and still lost. And it was fun writing like this.
26 Muharram 2434
22:00
The Oligarchy has released a statement. I must warn our viewers that the news is grim.
"It is time. They have finally come. In four years, the Scaled Abominations will be orbiting our homeworld. We should have four missile bases by that time. With our fifty DreadStingers, we will make a mighty stand. Not one Reptile will step foot on Holy Altair while our military has even one still flying. Not one scaled hide will fly our skies as we have breath in our lungs and the wind beneath our wings."
I'm sorry to say that all programming will be phased out in the coming years as more and more resources are funneled to equip our warriors with our best. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for being such loyal viewers. Though we will still air for one more year, I would like to say tonight, thank you and good night.
Final Journal Entry of Akhir Al-Muhaymin ibn Altairi Al Qatsaw'ts
29 Dhu al-Hijjah 2438
The transmissions from Holy Altair have stopped. I am the last of my kind. The last Alkari alive. No companion but the purple glowing planet orbiting Stalaz. There is no way for me to travel anywhere outside the system, much less reach a safe place to spread the words of the Alkari to all those how will hear.
Even now I feel the cold of loneliness creeping into my soul. The irradiated planet that has been my charge for the last 75 years seems warm and comforting, but I know that if I even try to fly low, my Scout will be torn to shreds. Oh how I miss the gliding of my youth. The warm sun on my back, the cool air under my wings. This small blue star might be the last sun I see.
I've set the cryostasis to not wake me unless a ship enters the system. I have also set my broadcast to send one simple message on a constant loop.
[INDENT]"I am here."[/INDENT]
Sorry it took so long to write such a short story. I do hope everyone enjoyed it. There's quite a bit of story I decided to allude to rather than have similar or repeating journals. I even had a few story bits I ended up not using, such as Oma - mentioned in the first Journal - being interviewed as one of the first to be employed on Esper and a suicide mission conducted by radical youths that try in vain to take back Vox (based on a slight... error on my part).
At my best, I owned only 6 planets before the war with the Sakkras. Altair, Esper, Haydes, Artemis, Vox and Drakka. I never even got to meet with any other race outside of the single Council vote. I did take a hand full of pictures and have a full, if slightly fluffed, turn-by-turn report, but posting those might spoil this report. I did my best and still lost. And it was fun writing like this.