< Logged in as Arthur_Croft > < Recording audio> Audio log one, eighteenth of May, twenty forty-five. I have arrived at a colony known as Dexter's Gardens, to be greeted by an Apex who I presume is of the local security force. He was cautious, making sure I was unarmed. I couldn't give a damn for weaponry. I'm an inspector, not a mercenary. He told me the manager of this colony is an Avian called Glauen, reddish-brown feathers. Unmissable, apparently. I shall have to see for myself. I must ask him about setting up an office here... if not, I'm sure other colonies are willing to accept my patronage. < End of file > < Logging out >