LOCATION: Freeform Industries Branch HQ, Dal system, Heimatar Region

CORPORATION LOG #CM11986 – ONBOARD SECURITY UNIDENTIFED THRASHER CLASS DESTROYER

“Still no word from Roc.”

“It’s not like him to miss a check in. Like him or not, the guy’s a pillar of military discipline. Do you know his mission details?”

“Just that he was flying for the Liberation Force, some deep recon work. He didn’t go into details. I didn’t think twice on it. It’s not his first time flying after all.”

“Yeah. When do we act? He is one of our own.”

“When can we act? We don’t know where he is, and I don’t even know if we have pilots with the clearance to find out. Much as I hate to say it, he might be SOL on this one.”

“Yeah. Fuck.”

LOCATION: Abandoned Pirate Colony, Asghed System, Devoid Region

TRIBAL LIBERATION FORCE RECON PROBE A1XT898 – RECON DATA COLLECTION COMPLETED

ACTIVE LIFEFORM READING – 0
CORPSE COUNT – 87
POD COUNT – 0
SHIP WRECKAGE INDICATES THREE INDIVIDUAL VESSEL TERMINATIONS – 2 MINMATAR, 1 GALLENTE

IONIC TRAIL SIGNATURES INDICATE MULTIPLE CYNOSURAL FIELDS GENERATED WITHIN LAST 12 HOURS. 

NO TRACE OF LIVING TRIBAL OPERATIVES.

LOCATION: Unknown

I can taste the blood in my mouth. It has that bitter metallic tinge to it. A cursory sweep of my tongue tells me I am missing a few teeth as well. There is massive swelling around my right eye, making this dark room even more entrenched in shadow. My arms and legs are tied too securely; my pulse throbs in my hands and feet. Left femur feels broken. I’m in rough shape.

Someone took my sunglasses.

Dammit.