This Logbook would be kept on Sol's PDA, requiring a password in order to be opened up. Video opens up to a dimly glowing Nova, looking into the camera, an Omega brand on his face. Wood can be seen in the background. He speaks in a dramatic voice. "Captain's Log." He started in the dramatic voice, before coughing. "It's been a twenty four-ish hours since I killed Cygnus. Red bastard put up a hell of a fight. Got me good, but I managed to keep myself stable long enough to get to Pinewood. From what I know, I passed out for a few hours. I'm not sure what time I woke up, but I honestly don't give a damn. Tomorrow, I'm probably gonna head up to Cygnus' ship, see what I can loot from it. I'll probably blow it to hell after. Man, Rodrick is probably going to be pissed that I'm here when I meet up with him." He chuckles softly. "I'll be shipless for a while, until I can get enough money to buy a new one at least. That or I'll take Cygnus' old one, fly it off somewhere far away, then tear out the tracker. Bastard was always better at saving than I was. Had a bigger ship then I did." He seemed to think for a moment. "I think that's all I've got for now. More tomorrow. Sol, signing off." The video cuts out.
Video opens up to a Nova, glowing slightly brighter than yesterday, but not by much. He sits in a pilots chair, the camera resting on the computer it seems. "Captain's Log," he says in the same dramatic voice as yesterday, he clears his throat and speaks normally. "I'm sitting in Cygnus' ship right now, I just flew off to a distant planet, and I also just tore out the tracker for his ship. I have yet to actually look through the contents of his ship locker or anything else on the ship for that matter; but he usually liked to keep souvenirs from old targets, had a few spare weapons too. If I'm lucky, I might find something worth a) selling, or b) keeping." He remained silent for a moment. "Some people might think I should feel remorseful. Sad, that I took another life. But I don't. I've done a lot of bad things. Killed a lot of good people. Over time it just gets easier to cope. It also helps that Cygnus was a dick. Always actin' so high and mighty. That just made it easier for me when I walked away, my knife buried in his chest. I was a good distance away by the time he finally lost all his life force, but I still felt the shockwave from the explosion, almost knocked me over. After that, I beamed up to his ship, I had already stole his PDA, and any credits he had on him before I left him. Now I'm going to steal all the shit on his ship." He thought to himself for a moment. "That's about all for now. Sol, signing off." He reached forward towards the camera and the video cut out.
The video opens up to the same Nova, standing in the middle of a ship, holding the camera in hand. Looking down at the camera he clears his throat. "After a few hours of making modifications to Cygnus' ship, I've been able to set the ship AI to identify me as the new owner. I've also gone through most of his stuff." He moved the camera to face a few weapons leaning against a wall. Among them was a single bow, and a quiver of arrows, some throwing kunai's, and a pistol. "He had some good stuff here, most of it I'll probably sell. I swear, this ass was way to into aesthetics. I found a silver knife in here. A silver knife! You can't use that for a weapon!" He ranted to himself before composing himself. "Anyways, I already sold most of it, and not for a small cost either. I'll just say I won't be running out of money any time soon. This stuff here is the stuff I plan on keeping. I won't be using the bow any time soon, not in my condition anyways. Back at the Organization, we were trained to use a lot of different weapons. Snipers, shotguns, LMGs, pistols, knives, explosives, hand to hand. If you could use it to kill someone, we were probably trained in it. I remember one of the other recruits asked the instructor why he bothered training us with a bow or a throwing knife. He said that success depends upon previous preparation, and without such preparation there is sure to be failure, and I think that that is very true. So I've always trained. When I wasn't at Pinewood, or on Olympus, I was on a different planet, practicing the abilities that I could." He picked up the pistol, and turned the camera to face him. "I think that's about all for now. Sol signing off." The video cuts out.
Video opens up to the blue glowing Nova standing on a planet wrapped up in his jacket, looking down at the camera as tree branches passed over head. "So uh, I'm on a un-inhabited planet, un-inhabited in that no one is really around that can do much to annoy me. I plan on building myself a little home here, in case I ever have to leave my regular one for any reason. It won't really be anything special, just a little log cabin for me to stay in." He looked ahead as he walked. "I'm just scouting around now, looking for a good place to make a house." He stopped walking. "That's all I got for now. Sol, signing off." The video cuts out.
