Second picture I commissioned from  amber-aria in this last round of commissions. She is nearly filled up for this time but maybe you all can catch her the next time she is open.

Anyhow, story to follow (please forgive all errors in the story as they are mine and enjoy the picture)

Faith Moyra is copyright Snowblindkitty

Art is done by  amber-aria

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Faith Moyra personal log date: GECK [Confirmed word replacement from the recording program] if I remember anymore. All I know is this is the last day awake for the next thirty years. [ArkShips where sublight ships that traveled in a ⅓ pattern. This ship was marked for a 90 year trip. Making this somewhere around 2840’s]

More than half of my awake time for this GECK trip and I already know that the first thing I am going to do when we make landfall is run till I am no longer in com contact with anyone else. [Before landfall a communication satellite net is launched. Either this subject does not know this part of the procedure or is mistaking how the com net works.] GECK them all. This ship already feels small and cramped do to how often we are in each other's way. GECK copilot learned the hard way that my legs can crush his leg a few wake cycles ago but even then the GECK and his friend keep trying to hit on me.[No medical data of a crew fight is recorded. Copilot personal log shows no sign of incident. Unknown if this is false statement on the subjects part or a cover up by the crew medic] It is bigger than my home city and yet even with sneaking into the cold deck [See the previous document about how this could account for a stowaway] for my runs is getting to be cramped. I could do my entire daily run with my eyes closed at this point. Yet something was off today. I talked to Doctor about it but it just waved me off and told me I was being paranoid about sleeping for so long soon. For all our sake I hope he is right.

Might as well talk more as I have to take apart my legs and tail for storage. [Ship sleeping records have been put back together for all registered passengers and crew. Subject was assigned a half box normally reserved for children] During my run today I swore I was not alone. Not only that but what ever was down there with me was nearly as fast as I am. I can hit 180 Kph on the straights thanks to my mods [Even with the arguably lax regulations on Cybernetic replacement and modification the subject is either not going as fast as claimed or breaking nearly every regulation of the time. From pictures it is already noted that the regulation of no military level defensive modifications is blantly being broken with the subjects so called toes] and yet at every turn the noise was right there on my GECK backside. Again, Doctor said that I was the only movement down there and after my run boxhead and I did a full check to sign off on the engine power down. We found nothing wrong but GECK, something was down there.

Well, time to wheel myself down to my coffin. [Slang for the Cold sleep containers that fell out of use when FTL travel became the standard] I will try to be in a better mood when I wake. That is completely dependent on how much of the coffee is now black sludge I guess.

[This is the last personal log for this subject. Even though other logs show that she was woken up after the Seventh Ark Incident happened no further log with her biometrics are recorded in the salvaged computers. Between Subjects finding of an unregistered set of tools and her further report of feeling a presence it is now being looked into as a possible sabotage job]