Entry 1: The Crash

Something hit the Star Strider and we crash-landed in Crypha. I say crash-landed but it is only by the miracle of Evan that we weren't captured. They discovered that the pod we were in was sabotaged, they were the one that opened the hatch, pitched the coin, and managed to close it again. I must give credit to the Crown Princess for managing to start the engines, but the rest was all Evan Able.
I had hoped to never set foot in this wasteland again, but I am here now and I see the war, I see the people who fight. Of course, I'm conflicted... these things that rise up against their masters are food and yet I find myself feeling for them. They have dreams of freedom and while I would see them happy, I also think of what this Empire would be without them. Regardless, Crow and his cohorts are the vessel to my freedom. So I will fight their fight.
I miss Athanor, I miss the color. Everything here is so... dreary.