May 23rd, 2552 Moving on.
Test Pilot/ Part-time mechanic/un-diplomatic Diplomat, Kat James Reporting
The Brass has decided we need to explore more. While Andi and I have been working with The Fates, Fipps has split his time between the ruins and the engine. I’m not sure what he found – but the brass has decided to move on, and continue exploring.
They’ve invited Aziz to come with us and he’s been communing with himself, and the others. I don’t think they can compel Lilbit to do anything other than come and go as he pleases. Part of me wishes I could be more like him, but too much of my reality is built on rigid rules that cannot be violated. One of them is the fact that the frequency required for me to move through time warps my brain.
Transcending the planes is easier, but I need help, and that, I think is what The Fates fear. They fear we are too much like The Enemy, that we require machines to do our movement for us and not our souls.
Me, I’ve never been good at physics, meta or otherwise. All I know is, Aziz has warned me that our way leads to heartbreak and ruin and that the Old one would tell me this— if I could go to her.
Andi has decided to stay as our emissary, and for once the brass agreed. I think if they refused- Andi would simply fade into the planes that we can’t see.
I kind of envy her.