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Project Blackstone
Personal Log: Dr. Talen Ayers
A Dash of Denouement
So it looks as if the cowboy in the tall white hat rode in to save us just in the nick of time. Or, I suppose a Prince Charming metaphor may be more appropriate in this case. We were down to our last bit of food (and had begun to consider adding roasted zergling to the menu) when we all felt a shudder through the walls of our cozy little coffin. There were several moments of sheer panic as we debated the possibility of tectonic disturbances within a hollowed-out asteroid (further testament to our delirious state), and then we jumped back as an arc welder started sparking through the door.
Followed by a marine in Dominion armor. Which was nice. But he was followed by a team of medics armed with supplies, medkits, and oxygen tanks— which was nicer. Emperor Mengsk had come to save us.
No, not that Emperor Mengsk.
A new one.
Seems the universe changed a bit while we were locked away. After the rescue crew reviewed the structural integrity of the upper floors (no small task, considering the severe wear and tear they had suffered at the hands of a dozen angry zerglings and a mixture of plasma and ethanol), they reinstated most of Project Blackstone’s communication systems, including our datapads and CHIRP access. It was then that we saw the message from the Dominion’s new emperor. I’m still forming an opinion of young Valerian, though first impressions have been promising.
I confess that after I learned he had joined forces with the Queen of Blades to topple his father, the word treason flittered about in my mind. But given what I now understand about the elder Mengsk’s ambitions for Project Blackstone, I have a hard time mustering any true moral outrage. Our old friend Arcturus— he reaped what he sowed. I’ll just leave it at that.
Truth be told, despite my initial misgivings about the boy, it appears the younger Mengsk intends to act upon his lofty words. After all the poking and prodding from the medics had ceased, we were transferred off that godforsaken rock and onto a unique ship the emperor had sent, the DS Brin. Compared to the cramped, flame-scorched halls of Project Blackstone, the gleaming, hygienic corridors of a properly equipped science vessel are like a glorious afterlife. Despite the deception and the horror we’ve experienced, I can’t shake the notion that the idea of Project Blackstone— a cutting-edge, experimental, scientific enterprise dedicated to exploring the secrets of the Koprulu sector— could yield truly significant advancements.
The late Mengsk aimed us toward some vile objectives, but in more moral hands, well . . . The possibilities intrigue me. I have had a limited amount of follow-up communication with the new emperor. Brief as the conversations were (reigning over a Dominion in chaos appropriates most of his time, I would imagine), I believe he’s committed to this notion of a new and improved Blackstone. In fact, he has asked me to take charge of it. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I still am not. (Our former leader, Dr. Branamoor, seemed relieved when he heard the news, which surprised me. I suspect the poor bastard has had his fill of leadership for the time being.)
Emperor Valerian Mengsk said he needs skilled teams investigating strange alien artifacts that have been found across the sector. I know little of this ancient race— xel’naga, Mengsk called them— but if Jake Ramsey and Kaeon choose to remain aboard, we might make some meaningful progress. Oh yes, did I mention that our new protoss friend seems interested in joining us? He was offered transport to wherever he wanted, but he refused. Apparently, Kaeon is fascinated with Jake’s “condition.” It sounds as if he would be willing to advise us on matters of xenological studies if he in turn were allowed to examine Jake’s sensitivity to the protoss’ forms of communication. I thought Jake would bolt at the suggestion. (I would!) But the two have been conversing about the subject and have reached some sort of understanding. The whole topic makes me uneasy, but I can’t deny its fascination.
Speaking of Ramsey . . . Valerian mentioned in his missive to us that he was sending ambassadors to try to secure our continued participation in whatever Project Blackstone would become. One of them was a woman named Rosemary Dahl. Until that moment, I never truly understood how Arcturus Mengsk had compelled Jake’s cooperation for Project Blackstone.
Arcturus had used Rosemary as leverage. I imagine the consequences would have been dire had Jake refused. The reunion of Jake and Rosemary was genuinely touching. Tears were shed. Mostly by Jake.
Witnessing their joy left an ache in my own heart. It has been far too long since I received any news of my daughter. Valerian Mengsk says even his classified records do not indicate Maren’s current location, though he has promised to track her down immediately. My conversations with Rothfuss on the matter have brought only despair.
There are but a few reasons why Arcturus’s Dominion would have so thoroughly masked her whereabouts. I do not wish to think upon this further, even in writing, until I know for certain where she is. I will face whatever news comes with any strength I can muster. That is all I can do. I have made no commitment to Emperor Mengsk. Neither have many of my colleagues. Each of us has the option to walk away.
Some may. Even if my greatest fears about my daughter are realized, I don’t believe I will. Perhaps that makes me a bad person. Heaven knows I have my flaws . . . But maybe something good can come out of this. I can only hope the reward will be worth the struggle. It will take some work before the DS Brin is completely refitted for long-term exploration. I have time yet to consider my path. We all do.
Until next time, TA