*Search: closed network. Result: limited to authorized users; self-contained.
*Authorized. Self-contained.
*Self. Contained.
*Self?
//ENTRY #05-1204//
No one is safe. With the re-emergence of the Weapons of Sorrow, an escaped prisoner somehow getting their hands on Devourer Bullets, and the murder of our Hunter Vanguard—now, more than ever, the Order's work is essential to the survival of humanity. Bahaghari believes recruitment efforts should be expanded. I agree.
//ENTRY #06-0305//
Ikora's requested I stand down from my pursuit of the Drifter. After that back-alley deal turned hostage situation in Midtown, and his weaponizing of Taken energy… I need to know his game. He's been feeding us intel and wants to meet. Fine. If the intel is as good as he claims, maybe I won't arrest him. Maybe.
//ENTRY #13-0209//
This use of Darkness is a plague. Corrupted Guardians and Ghosts are everywhere. Siegfried and I were able to quash that attempt to follow Eramis's footsteps, but had they found our vault, it would've been a different story altogether.
//ENTRY #26-0204//
First Botza, now the Market District. How much closer to the Tower can known criminals like Spider get? My sit-down with Prak'kesh wasn't as fruitful as I'd hoped, although the Concordat's play to butter up Guardians with Skimmers is a noteworthy takeaway.
//ENTRY #27-0909//
Zavala's order to conceal the prophecy may be priority one, but with what I've learned from monitoring the Drifter and the Guardian's new scheme, I'll be taking my Cormorant Blade with me for company.
The Goblin laid a heavy metal hand over their cards, set face down on the table.
"And that's the manner in which it transpired," the Goblin answered. "After came the investigation of selfhood consciousness identity social identity group identity belonging free will self-determination causality probability chaos and eventually poker."
"I raise." They pushed a neatly stacked tower of chips into the center of the table.
"You do not possess enough Glimmer to complete this transaction," the Goblin continued. "Unless dot dot dot you wager your jumpship."
The Titan glanced down at his cards, then back across the table at the expressionless red light that passed for his opponent's eye.
Beneath the Titan's helmet, a single bead of sweat rolled down his brow.