Day 147 and likely my last.

This swarm that we came to intercept live up to it's name: Leviathan. Consuming nearly everything in its wake. We only had to hold this system for 300 days for reinforcements to come after building a perimeter in the neighboring galaxies. I pray that they are done since it looks like we are not going to make our quota.

Even though I came here with the best technology the TAU had to offer, it wasn't enough against these... things; relentless, hungry, mindless..... Monsters. Befriending even those who want nothing but my head in a jar to just survive against this tide of claws and sinew, their 'holy fire' seems to hold them at bay long enough for me to swap out plasma packs.

The three of us have one hope: a ship beacon 2 days away. We still have a marker light, a damn fine pathfinder that knows how to keep it steady, plenty of plasma sources from the fallen, and an Imperium soldier that seems to have a divine shield from her "holy emperor."

We move out today. We move out with every expectation to make it to the beacon. Yet, honestly, I don't think there will be another mandatory information capture sent by us.

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Art by Sajik