Diary of Iris
23 julien, 2397
UNAUTHORISED READING WILL BE MET WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE
By unluck and terrible circumstance, I find myself in the rancid heap of Noble Avatar alongside the crew of the Sara Militant. There were five mortally wounded, with most of the remaining crew suffering non-lethal injuries. This brings the casualty rate of the Sara Militant to nine killed in action out of a total of twenty-two, not counting Epimetheus, Damocles, Kakia, and Calliope. Thus, approximately forty-one per cent of the Sara Militant have perished in less than a week. I am a fool and a jester to remain here, yet someone needs to provide a pragmatic voice, some sound insight, and reasonable advice to this doom-driven disaster, lest they all sail away to their ends tomorrow. The hard school of the sea? I much prefer my, mostly untested yet comprehensive, education to be the guiding flame in the dark corners of this forsaken vessel. Besides, this statistic can be utilised as leverage, which is always in demand.
I have divulged the bare minimum of information regarding Disciple/Uniform alongside the prospect of the Lost Sanctum to Asterion. He was receptive to the idea, though it is bound to raise an inordinate amount of questions. Naturally, I shall endeavour to answer them: why yes, of course I am covertly delivering an ancient manuscript to an enclave of the Pathfinder Society; I do have a conscience, but they also they pay well. The story may need to be adjusted as no plan survives contact with reality and so on and so forth, but this line should satisfy the crew's moral inclinations, material motivations, and distaste of bureaucracy.
Paramount can not come quickly enough. Or anywhere but here, really.
Word of the day: SUBVERSION. An acquired way of life and a constant reminder of the contradiction of my vocation.