– by DOC Minor
Excerpt from the Audio Journal of Farakeen Don, rebel leader, Rens VI
Exhibit c1, translated by DOC Minor, requested by Vengendolf Emblard
Audio Journal entry 103.32.1
My mother always told me to worship the ground and fear the sky.
I never really understood her. The transport that we use to ship grain from our farm to the city is an airship. I was even promised to fly it once I got old enough. Even she flew in it without fear. But at night, a finger would point to the stars after a few glasses of mead and warn us all: fear the sky.
We thought it was funny.
And then they came.
My brother and I were playing a game of Cist, when we heard a massive explosion. The game itself is pretty noisy with explosions and gunfire coming from the visual prompter. Mom hates the game. Dagmar was getting his butt kicked, and, just as I launched the final missile to destroy his ship, a premature explosion rumbled the house. It was like thunder that came from all directions. We dropped our controllers and ran outside where the skies are normally a blue-green haze with clouds as white as pearls. But now, the sky was covered in a dark shadow. We had never seen anything like it. As we gazed, our jaws dropped as we saw a massive ship envelop the horizon, blocking our life-giving star. We hopped on our rovers, and hit throttles full steam to try and get a closer look.
By the time we got there, we realized that the ship, that had blocked the now setting star, had landed. Metal sheets unfolded before our eyes. Strange men scurried about assembling conveyor belts. We could hear drills boring into the field on which it landed. Steam had already begun to pour out of what we could only assume was a factory of some sort. Just as we decided to get a closer look, another loud, sonic boom could be heard, but this time we could see from where it derived. A massive, metal block descended from the sky. It looked a bit different from the first one, but still had an ominous feel to it. And it seemed to be heading straight towards home.
Were these the things mom feared?
Frightened, my brother and I turned around and rushed home. Who were these people? Will they want things? Do they trade? Are they soldiers coming to take all that we own? What were they drilling? And why, WHY is another heading to our farm?
Audio Journal entry 103.32.2
When we got home, our father already had his rifle out, and mom was completely freaked. She was packing things into bags and boxes, and whatever else she could find to move things. The large metal ship had landed only about ½ km from the farm, right in the middle of one of our fields, crushing the fence my father built to keep the wolves away from our livestock. Mom wouldn’t let us go see it, and ordered us to help her pack food and clothes. Where are we going?
Audio Journal entry 103.33.1
Dad is dead. {Untranslatable period lasting 14 seconds}
They killed him after he said to leave our farm. They didn’t even talk. They just shot him.
Audio Journal entry 103.33.2
{Untranslatable period lasting 4 seconds}
Leave us alone! You are not welcome here! This is my home!
Who are you? Why did you kill my father? What do you want?
{Minmatar voice} You must leave now with me. You are now the property of the Brutor Tribe.
Where is Dagmar? MOM!!!!!!!!
Audio Journal entry 103.34.1
I’ve got to find a way out of here and find Dag and mom. These people are warriors, but I don’t see an army. They seem to be drilling into our farm for something. There are strange tattoos on their faces and some have implants over their eyes and ears. Who are the Brutor Tribe?
Yesterday they took me into a ground transport with some of the neighbors. I think they are planning to make us work for them, but until I find my family, I wont do a thing. We saw huge conveyer belts connecting the factories on the way to the camp I’m in right now. They were covering them as they were being constructed, as if they didn’t want anyone to see what was being mined and then transported to the other bases that they have built.
I’m scared.
Audio Journal entry 103.37.1
My back is bleeding from their electric whips. They’ve been giving us cream to place over our wounds, but when the next day starts, the whips open them again. We are being forced to do all kinds of things: cook, clean, some have come back covered in soot. I have been helping build homes for them. They work us from sunrise until well after sunset. I have no idea what time it is, but thanks to this journal, I can see its been 3 days since I last spoke.
I need to escape. But where do I go?
Audio Journal entry 103.41.1
Wow. It’s only been 4 days. Seems like a week has passed.
Sanderra, one of the girls in camp, died yesterday. We don’t know what happened, but soldiers were in her tent, and we could hear her screaming. Everyone is really scared, but all we can do is follow orders. I’ve been watching them closely, but I still can’t find a way out. I don’t even care where I would go, but it would be away from here and as fast as I could.
Audio Journal entry 103.44.1
Finally. After a week, they are starting to ease up on us. It seems their operation is going smoothly. We heard celebrating coming from the factory last night. It was then that I noticed they are using air transports, just like the one we had at the farm. Montour, one of the guys in the next tent, has been digging a tunnel at night. I’m going to help him, and the next time I see a transport, if the tunnel is finished, I’m going to take one. And fly as far as I can. They’ll never catch me, as Dag taught me how to fly real fast.
I miss mom. And Dag. I wish I knew where they were. I hope they are still alive.
Audio Journal entry 103.45.1
{extreme distortion-paraphrased in parenthesis}
“OMFG!!!! “
I made it!!!!!!!
“They are following me!”
I need to land and hide this thing! Gotta lose them first!
Audio Journal entry 103.45.2
{whisper- barely inaudible} I found a dark cloud. I’m in stasis inside. Their sensors can’t penetrate the clouds on this planet. I’ll put money on it, as I should be dead by now if they could.
Audio Journal entry 103.45.3
I just landed close to a mountain. I have no idea where I am. I had to stay inside the cloud to avoid being caught. That was a while ago. I think I’m 4 hours in distance – cloud speed- from the farm.
Hungry too.
So, just to keep a record of things, this is what happened:
Just as we were being put back in our cage of a camp, I noticed the guard in charge of the gate was drunk. He had a bottle of spiced wine on his desk in the guardhouse. There was some sort of tournament on his teleprompt, and, since their celebration, the guards have had more free time I guess. Anyway, he didn’t lock the gate. I didn’t even need to use the tunnel. I waited until he passed out, and quietly got to the air transport. As soon as I ignited, he came out to see, and set the alarms just as I flew away. Within minutes, they were trailing me. But they don’t know this planet the way I know it, so in a cloud I ducked. And now, I have no idea where I am. Who cares?! Now I can search for mom and Dag. But I have no idea where to begin.
Damn the Brutor Tribe.
{years worth of entries to follow-but this gives the reasoning for the rebel leader’s actions-and hatred-to our tribe}
ROC'S RAMBLINGS 
Sounds like a Dust 514 premise