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Log 6

 [ Z.T. – Personal Log 6 ]

I have spent the last few months in a Paranoid haze. Since I left the Board of Directors I have continually felt like there was something I have forgotten, and as a result I have been overly cautious in my moving about. In the end it turns out I was wrong, I couldn’t have planned my “retirement” more perfectly. I suppose then that my excess caution over the last months, jumping from station to station, constantly changing alias’s and so on, will simply make all the more certain I am able to begin my new life undisturbed by the Board.

I have precious few things from my previous life. Rather than a Safe full of Credits, easily recognized and stolen, I have containers filled with various valuable resources. I have several Hundred Platinum worth of Pressed Gallium Bullion, a large tank of the volatile Nitain Extract worth another hundred, and 3 Depleted Argon Crystals and an Orokin Cell, who’s values remain unknown to me. All in all it is a pittance compared to my wealth and resources while on the board, and yet I find myself wealthier than virtually everyone I happen upon and pass by, nearly to the point of guilt.

Likely to be most valuable of all is a keepsake from my youth, a strange Crystal Lens with a Symbol etched upon its surface in the most peculiar way. It is my belief that this symbol, and likely the entire lens is somehow related to the mythical Tenno, which was by my admittedly limited understanding, a specialized military group of some sort. I’m not sure why, but some part of me says that they were far more influential than just that. Perhaps that is how I will begin my new life’s hobby of antiques and such. I’ve already identified a small village near some Orokin ruins, a few short hours away from some small seaside village called “Cetus”.

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Log Entry 5

[ Z.T. – Personal Log 5 ]

Today shall be the day. My final day on the Board of Directors. My final day as a member of the Corpus. My final day as [Redacted]. Tomorrow I shall have a new name, a new life, a new profession.

Tonight the Corpus Board of Directors will receive a notification that I have died in my sleep and my Portfolio is now up for picking apart and auction. By that time I will be halfway across the system. My hope is to arrive near earth at a station, or perhaps even on earth itself, to find and start a new life for myself.

Tomorrow I will be dead. And Zaff Tegrell shall take my place.

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Log Entry 4

[ Z.T. – Personal Log 4 ]

It has been months since I began my withdrawal from the Board. I find myself considering the ramifications of removing myself, most likely the least corrupt member, from the board. What fate will I consign the rest of the Corpus to by removing myself? I try not to think about it. My decision has been made and plans put into play, I cannot turn back now even if I want to. I distract myself with trinkets and curiosities from my youngest days, when as a youth I would dig among Orokin ruins, a childish dream of “archaeology” still in my head. Perhaps I will return to that Hobby in my new life.

Finally I am pretending to rely on a full body assist frame, the Board sees me as a walking Profit waiting to be claimed. I never settled down with a Partner, and as I look around me despite their corruption I cannot help but be jealous of those board members who do have a Partner, and especially those with little Subsidiaries and Apprentices. It is likely too late for me to have that life, but I cannot help but dream of what might have been. As I am, no one will mourn my “passing”. Not for lack of accomplishment, I am on the board after all. You don’t come to sit on the Board of Directors without a career that shines like Platinum. But Friends? Family? I cannot now say that I have any who will miss me for who I am and not for what I earned.

I caught that damned ‘Anyo boy looking through my holdings again. He is the newest of the Board, and possibly the worst, and it was his day of appointment that was the final decision for my leaving. He and all the rest see me as just another Business opportunity. Necrotic vultures, the lot of them. When I sought profit it was for growth, for gain, for increase of not just Profit itself, not for its own sake. But they seek not even the Profit for its own sake anymore, I would say that if they were capable of finding it, and keeping it, they would begin to harvest the very universal particle of greed. They are less interested in my portfolio and more interested in the simple having of it.

I must make my final preparations. I grow tired of waiting.

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Log Entry 3

[ Z.T. – Personal Log 3 ]

I have set things in motion which will hopefully mean my successful removal from the Corpus Board of Directors. Recently I have begun using various medications to simulate the acceleration of the Ascaris Parasite’s feeding. Over the recent cycles I have begun trading my cane for a motor assisted framework for my legs. In reality it does little, although I must admit it is convenient not having to carry my cane with me wherever I go. In reality the Ascaris remains entrenched in my leg, stifled in its progress as always and not any further up my thigh than it had been last year.

The CBoD, vultures that they are, have begun preparing for my eventual demise. A few of them I now realize had intended to kill me in the coming years, and they see this as a boon that saves them the time and credits. And yet still they pine for me to be gone all the sooner. I give them “hopes” by fitting things into idle conversation, mentions of retirement and extended vacation. For now they seem content to sit back and relax, sure in their hopes that I will be gone in a few months, until they can auction off my holdings and properties amongst themselves.

My mind wanders, these drugs make it difficult to focus, but I must if I am to succeed. I must rest for now.

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Log Entry 2

[ Z.T. – Personal Log 2 ]

Those very few individuals that were close to me have known that as a younger man I became infested with the rare Ascaris Parasite. Though the board may not know how or when it occurred, they are at least aware that I carry the worm. It was quite the shock when it happened, as it had long been believed the parasite only existed in the “care” of the Grineer. After my infection became known, I’d heard that the Grineer came and swept the place clean. If that belief had not been true before, it certainly is now.

That fiendish paralytic worm the Orokin left behind, and in their absence so cruelly forgot to leave their cure for its terrible affliction. Thankfully we are not wholly without our cleverness, and the medicines available to us are able to significantly slow its progress. As it now sits I have had this unwelcome guest for nearly 3 decades, and the worm gluts itself on the neural wiring in my left leg, making walking difficult without my cane.

I cannot simply leave the Board, such a thing would be disastrous and mean my certain doom. But, I may be able to wend my way free of its bindings, and this demon I carry may yet prove to be the key to my escape. I must perform research and make plans.

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Log Entry 1

[ Z.T. – Personal Log 1 ]

Today marks what I believe is the point of no return for the Board of Directors. No return from the decrepit greeds and grotesque malfeasances which now govern the modern lives of the Corpus. I am sure of it, and according to the dictates of my conscience (withered and weak as it may be) I have decided that I must withdraw from the Board.

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