Captain’s Logs TF2691 FIELD LOG — 22 DEC 3311/15:30:12 ENTRY: “THE WATCHERS OF THE PROPHET”

Location: “The Prophet” abandoned settlement, Etain 4C

System: Etain — Galactic Coordinates X = 12.50 / Y = 35.03 / Z = –37.19

Region: Inner Orion Spur, Federal–Independent Border Zone

Stellar Body: Etain 4 C

Surface Coordinates: LAT -28.6925 °, LONG 147.3746 °

Security Classification: Restricted – Xeno Religious Activity Zone

Vessel: F.N.S. RICHARD E. BYRD (EFC033)

Status: On foot, disembarked

Author: Cmdr. S. E. Dailey

I set down at The Prophet again today. The air here always feels charged — not electrically, but spiritually, as if the ground remembers what the cultists believed and hasn’t quite let go of it. The settlement is silent, but not empty. Nothing abandoned ever truly is.

I disembarked beneath the tail of the Byrd, checking the perimeter, when the sky tore open with that unmistakable harmonic wail. A Thargoid — low, deliberate — swept over the ridge and passed directly above me, close enough that the dust kicked up around my boots. I assumed it was a fluke. A stray patrol. A coincidence.

After completing an initial perimeter survey, I boarded the Byrd to billet at the LZ for the night. Less than an hour later, a proximity alarm jolted me awake. I disembarked instinctively — before my visor had even finished booting — just in time to witness another Thargoid scream overhead, tracing the exact same line across the sky. As if it had been waiting. As if it had marked the place where I stood.

The Far God adherents believed the Thargoids were divine messengers — heralds, watchers. Standing here, in the shadow of their shrine, I can almost understand why. The Prophet feels like a place where the veil is thin — where the Thargoids don’t just pass by, but look back.

I don’t know whether they’re curious, warning me, or simply acknowledging my presence. But I know this: The Prophet is not just a ruin. It’s a beacon. And something out there is still listening.

— End Log

My boy (CMDR E. J. Casanova) got his papers this week and is official out here with us star hopping. He had to call the fuel rats for the first time to rescue his butt last night. Great life lesson for a young CMDR. "What does not kill us makes us stronger." o7