We arrived at last. It took time to get everything those suits owed us — they roared like the lions in Daniel’s pit — but once again, they were stopped before they could harm us. Good.

We leave all that bickering and degeneracy behind. There is no longer a place for us there. So we carve out a new beginning in one of the frontier colonies. Our eyes are already set on one system, where we can turn soil into steel and composites — honest work for honest hands.

We will not be trampled. We will prevail.

Synuefe AI-H d11-29 is our destiny.

There are rough people out here, but I hope we can coexist in peace. Everyone who flees those degenerate sinners is a victory, I think. Time will tell…