Exerpt from a journal - March 10th to 15th

Found from a recovered file in an abandoned terminal, located just east from the outskirts of Rortia, an abandoned outpost thats overgrown and in disrepair, - a young salvager braved the ruins to find whatever left of value that could be gotten from the forgotten building, restoring the electricity, they sat down and decided to read through a journal of longpast

March 10th, Landing Site Aquila.

I came by to interview the locals of the colony, my companion tore off a piece of his bread and threw at the children asking for food, we looked like richer visitors so I had to deal with many beggars asking me for rations, I wish I could but given the state of the planet it doesn't pay to be charitable, - I told him to conserve what food he had and to just keep it for himself, - he didn't like that I said that, but listened to me anyway.

Nobody was at all interested in answering my questions, and it felt like my article would be missing alot of components, the corporate agents that walked out of buildings gladly accepted my plead for answers however, they've all said that Polaris will turn back around, the growth of humanity has increased large enough to figure it all out, S&G will gladly help as much as they can. While we were taking our walk back to the quarters I saw a line of people in dirty clothes waiting for their turn to get a packaged meal from an overpacked building, rationing has started I believe, and I start to doubt the agents words more and more. Vidad pointed to the spaceport which was visible from almost everyone in Aquila, he said it seemed less and less active every visit we took, I'm starting to believe him.

March 11th

I started transmitting my piece to the outside world, and I plan to leave the planet now that I'm finished, while whats happening on Polaris right now isn't that unique from any other colony, every settlement starves at some point, I have hope that the living conditions of these people improve by the time I've already forgotten about my visit here, there was a tense atmosphere when we stepped outside, when the city became busier and louder than yesterday, apparently there is unrest, - what was terrible though is that the spaceport is blocked off, why? - for some reason today it was, that meant no getting out for everyone, guards are blockading the port, and I only see a few people entering and leaving.

People have started to argue over each other, Vidad and I left.

March 12th, Leaving Aquila

Vidad and I had to take, different means to leave - border patrol tightened, and the line was too long, its a good thing I gotten alot of contacts and help before landing on Polaris, we went through the slums and ran through the drain system, it was better than nothing - while on the way we heard several groups talk about strikes and protests, that wasn't a good sign, outside the walls I saw a large flag ship floating in the sky, and on the roads were armed vehicles, I took several photos and then continued with the group, the plains only had fields and little cover but we set up camp in a forest, encountering a group of natives, they were sharp eared people with large guards, they referred to as 'servants' - I asked them about what they though on the presence of humanity, but on that regard they didn't seem to be interested in the subject, simply saying "We predict it isn't going to be a pleasant stay for them anytime soon." - and headed to their side of the camp, wishing not be bothered anymore.

March 13th, arrival at Rortia

Things look rather grim upon our arrival at the industrial hearts of Rortia, many of the buildings don't seem to be kept from dissarray at all, and thousands of people are sleeping on the streets, dodging corporate patrols have been difficult, especially the things we saw them do, it motivates us to try harder. The guides assured me and Vidad that following them was the best bet of survival, apparently bunkering down in an underground facility would help us lay low for the entire time we had to sit through this, shitstorm of a planet. - That or we hitch a ride with the natives, and they made it clear they weren't keen on taking in anymore of our humankind. I've had thoughts in my head that maybe leaving Aquila was a big mistake, gunshots have become a common occurance, but I was told again and again, it can get much worse, according to our sources.