[video log starts]
We should enter the Khasyyq system soon. I really hope we get a chance to walk around outside – I start to feel cooped up on this ship on some of these longer journeys, and honestly it’ll just be nice to be away from the others for a while. They look at me different now.
Like they don’t trust me…
…Or maybe it’s that I don’t trust them?
So many things don’t make sense right now. I should have just stayed on Thule Station like Dad said, and none of this would have ever happened!
In any case, Newie has been talking to that froggy alien about their culture in the hopes that we can avoid any ‘diplomatic incidents’ this time. From what he’s relayed to us, it sounds like they aren’t fond of precursor tech, so Horo is going to stay on the ship while we’re on planet.
Landed on Khasyyq this afternoon. This system is huge! The alien asked us to meet with their leadership to-
What the hell is that noise?
One of the lizard aliens snuck on board our ship!
I’ll admit, I lost control a little bit when I saw it running down the central corridor, but everyone was shooting and shouting and the damn thing just kept making it’s gibbering alien noises. Strange look in it’s eyes though. I briefly met it’s gaze during the fight and it’s like it.. recognized me, maybe?
It didn’t take long though and Patrick put it down with a blast square to the gut. We had a little bit of a tiff while it was bleeding out on the floor. Dayan was going to save the thing and Patrick said we should let it die. I don’t know if it was the heat of battle that got my blood rising or what, but… Patrick had the right idea here!
I know, right?
Eventually Dayan told Patrick to get lost and they took the Khassa to the med shuttle to stabilize it. Dayan went off to have a serious chat with Patrick about their differences, so I went back to the shuttle because I… wanted to see if the alien would live… yes, I… I changed my mind after the battle died down.
It’s late. Been a weird day, so I’m going to get some sleep.
I know it’s the middle of the night, but I can’t sleep now. I woke up when Dayan asked us all to come to the command module, and apparently they’d all decide to talk about me behind my back! At least they deigned to tell me after the fact.
But that isn’t important now.
They had just talked to the alien after it woke up, and filled me in on some kind of… prophecy that the alien thinks involves me? It sounds like their people, the Khassa, are enslaved to the Syyq’onghans because they lack the technological prowess to compete, and it came to our ship because it thought I could help them somehow. Something about giving them technology. I don’t know what kind of technology I could give them that they don’t already have something comparable to, though.
I went back with them to talk to the Khassa some more, and as much as I sympathize with their plight, it also didn’t sound like they are exactly an enlightened and peaceful species themselves. Honestly I don’t know what to think – we intervened in just such a situation recently, and that felt right, but somehow this is different. is it just because they aren’t human? Are our values innately any better than theirs? And even if they are, does that alone justify their bondage? Every tyrant and slaveholder in human history cloaked themselves in the righteousness of proclaimed superiority to justify their position as the one holding the whip instead the one with the bloody back…
Plus, what if there is something to what the Khassa said. Could I be meant to help these people? Would that be any worse than having all these changes to… to my body, my mind, for no reason at all except that I happened to transfer to the wrong ship after so many years never leaving home?
It somehow doesn’t feel right to just leave without doing anything. But the others don’t want to get involved.
[Geneva is silent for a long time]
[Geneva holds up her hand, so strange and twisted from what it used to be, as it shifts and mutates to reveal a grotesque, deadly claw protruding into the air]
There’s at least one thing I can do…