Date: 07/19/2011
Details: Phoebe Naberius officially passed away due to ovarian cancer. She is survived by her son, Raum, aged 17. Raum has been transferred custody to his grandparents.

Date: 05/29/2013
Details: Raum was officially accepted into the Hellenic Military Academy located in Vari, Attica, Greece. Education would begin in September of the same year.

Date: 05/04/2017
Details: On May 4th, 2017, Eleni Vassis and Raum Naberius officially married each other. Taking her husband's surname, she was legally Eleni Naberius.

Date: 06/20/2017
Details: On June 20th, 2017, Raum along with his wife officially graduated from the Hellenic Military Academy. Him and his wife were both assigned to the '20th Armored Division' of the 'IV Army Corps.'

Date: 08/13/2019
Details: Duration: 60 Days. Reason: Mourn the loss of expectant child with family. Status: Granted.

Date: 10/15/2019
Details: Shortly after their return from leave, Ypolochagos (1LT) Raum Naberius notified command of his wife, Ypolochagos (1LT) Eleni Naberius' dessertion.

Date: 12/20/2020
Details: After one year and two months of being missing, Eleni Naberius is recognized as 'presumably dead'. Raum Naberius' marriage status has been changed to 'Widower' to reflect this.
Addendum: Eleni confirmed deceased by [ERROR] on [ERROR]. Spouse notified.

Date: 11/27/2022
Details: Lochagos (CPT) Raum Naberius is officially discharged on grounds of psychological instability, putting himself and others at risk.

Date: 02/09/25
Details: Initiate Raum Naberius joins the Chaos Insurgency. Assigned to Cell Omega-2 for duty.

PVT: Obtained 02/10/2025.
PFC: Obtained 02/13/2025.
LCPL: Obtained 02/15/2025.
CPL: Obtained 02/17/2025.
SGT: Obtained 02/18/2025.
SSGT: Obtained 02/24/2025.
SFC: Obtained 03/07/2025.
MSGT: Obtained 03/18/2025.
SGM: Obtained 03/22/2025.
2LT: Obtained 04/09/2025.

Date: 05/10/25
Details: 2LT Raum 'Nacht' Naberius is selected for special operation off-cell duties. Replaced by Dreadnaught Operative 'Fortis'.

Date: 08/23/25
Details: DN Operative 'Fortis' has received a promotion to FTL due to their loyalty, dedication, and leadership amongst DN.

Date: 10/19/2025
Type: MIA/KIA
Details: A failed test resulted in the loss of an important member of the insurgency. This member was also important to a Proto-Sarkic known as 'The Duke'. 'The Duke', enraged by the result of the test, arrived at Cell Omega-2 looking for vengeance. As the leader of the test, Fortis took responsibility. 'The Duke' offered him three choices, give himself up, give up three of his DN, or let the entire cell get slaughtered. Fortis offered himself up - he didn't wish for anyone else to get hurt because of him. The Foundation attacked as Fortis was leaving with 'The Duke' and Fortis was left severely injured. 'The Duke' dragged Fortis through a portal and they were gone. Days later they returned and Fortis was changed. His body returned to a more youthful state - past injuries and ailments fully fixed, including both his cybernetic arms being flesh again. His eyes were also blood orange now instead of the blue they were previously.

Date: 12/20/2025
Medal: The Unshackled Star
Citation: As a member of one of the most elite on-cell units, FTL 'Fortis' has proven themselves a capable leader, who is willing to put themselves on the line to protect their squad, and the rest of the cell. Today we recognize 'Fortis' for breaking the chains of fear, and stepping into the line of fire for the betterment and survival of our cell.

Date: 03/08/2026
Medal: The Dread Diamond
Citation: One of this cell's first recipients of a medal, 'Fortis' has continued to prove himself as a capable leader, and one of the best Dreadnaughts in recent history. We hope that with this continued recognition 'Fortis' will continue to grow himself and become one of the greatest insurgents in our cell's history.

Date: 03/08/2026
Type: Reckless Behavior
Details: The night of 3/8/2026 Dreadnaught FTL 'Fortis' consumed dangerous levels of alcohol from a bottle listed "Sarkic Ambrosia." He claimed afterward it was accidental as he misheard which of the bottles in the fridge was safe to drink. While extremely drunk, he evaded insurgents across surface and within FR. When detained, he proceeded to act unbecoming of a Dreadnaught and fought back every step of the way. After several detainment attempts and extreme force was 'Fortis' put unconscious for the night until he recovered.

Date: 03/09/2026
Type: Insubordination & Misuse of Amnestics
Details: On 3/9/2026, 'Fortis' injected a fellow Dreadnaught with Class-A for no apparent reason other than the aforementioned Dreadnaught "requesting" him to do so. It was discovered this was a miscommunication and they wanted 'Fortis' to hand them the amnestics instead. Upon being punished for his misuse of amnestics 'Fortis' blatantly disrespected his Actual by acting like a smart-ass and undermining her words.
Notes: 'Fortis' was striked for his behavior.

Date: 05/03/2026
Type: ABANDONED POST, IMPROPER USE OF SAMPLES, TREASONOUS BEHAVIOR
Details: On 4/27/2026 'Fortis' consumed samples in an attempt to get stronger and disappeared without a trace. They were gone for a week before their return on 05/03/2026. They engaged in numerous Sarkic activities and claimed it was to the benefit of the insurgency. They have been given a chance to prove their use to the insurgency, but will be terminated if none can be ascertained.
Notes: 'Fortis' is now being monitored after their return. A decision about them will be made ASAP.

Date: 06/15/2026
Medal: The Vitriol Mark
Citation: Awarded to Fortis directly from Commander Sulfur for their hardwork, dedication, and loyalty.

Last Eval: N/A [NEEDED]
Last Eval Notes: N/A
Personality Type: INFJ-T
Fears/Phobias: Losing, Not being able to protect others, Becoming someone other than himself
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Strengths: Decision making, Leading, Putting plans together
Weaknesses: Worries too much about what others think of him, Antisocial, Puts himself in harms way too often

Last Eval: N/A [NEEDED]
Last Eval Notes: N/A
Body Type: Mesomorph
Abnormal characteristics: Aged 37 because he was trapped in a space with a different flow of time for 5 years - would be 32 othewise. Abnormal eye color. Piebaldism has led to a patch of hair on his head being unpigmented - luckily his eyebrows and eyelashes were unaffected.

DATE: 10/21/2025  |  LOG ID: 001

DETAILS: "Right - well this is my first log. Why now? Well two days ago I was, reborn, one could say. An experiment went wrong and I decided to have accountability for my actions. The punishment? Well, I was responsible for the /death/ of someone important to a Nalkan known as The Duke, or Duvall. I asked for mercy, but was met with a decision. They would either ravage the cell, killing all present, or hand over two of my squadmates, or hand over myself. Without hesitation I volunteered myself. I've already seen too much needless death, especially to those of the consequence of others. So I accepted my fate and said my goodbyes. I went off with Duvall and just before we left I was hit with a thaumaturgical attack that left me barely alive. Before I died, Duvall and Baz dragged me through the portal and eventually tossed me into a pool of red. It had a burning sensation, but I passed out before I could gather myself. When I woke up I was on a medical bed getting examined. I was informed I was gone for a week and was just recently found unconscious in town. Their scans indicated I was a Nalkan now. All my previous injuries were healed as well — my hands regrew, my lungs were repaired, everything really. I still feel myself though. Who knows what will happen in the following days. I will continue to write these logs to document my experience, thoughts, feelings, and events. My squadmates have been wary since my return, like they're waiting for me to mutate or something. Hopefully things get better soon. I need to find Duvall again, I have many questions for him."

END LOG

DATE: 11/17/2025  |  LOG ID: 002

DETAILS: "It's been about a month since my rebirth. By all accounts other than scans I'm still my normal self. No changes, no urges, no weird feelings, nothing. Feels weird to think of myself as a Nalkan honestly, since I don't have belief in Ion, yet, a scan is convincing enough to label me as one in the eyes of the ignorant. Most of my squadmates are still distancing themselves from me. I'd like to say I understand, but that doesn't seem fair. I gave my life for theirs, and in return I get treated like a monster. Fucked up if you ask me. But whatever, I just have to roll with the punches I guess. I've been reading a lot more to take my mind off things. A lot of good stuff, really. One such file detailed the life of a respectable man, a Nalkan, named Maxim. A great soldier, a great man, a real believer. He is one of the solid pieces of evidence that not all Nalkans are evil, though his story still had corruption and manipulation. Even good guys like him can end up as weapons by the wrong. It really solidified the Neos being the issue within the Nalka faith. Duvall and other Protos seek to serve Ion and spread his teachings. The Neos seek to touch and supersede Ion in search of power. It's unfortunate really. Though I suppose every faith has its extremists. I also got to read about Lord Theodore Thomas Blackwood and Captain Elijah Merritt, both legends among humanity. Truly inspiring stories. They give me faith that as a man I can still do good in this world even with all the others trying to do wrong. I appreciate the insurgency very much, but I need a new goal now. Something bigger to strive for. Hopefully I find it."

END LOG

DATE: 12/09/2025  |  LOG ID: 003

DETAILS: "It's been about two months since my change; three weeks since my last log. Still nothing has changed. No urges, mutations, or weird feelings. I'm still just me. Starting to think nothing is going to change without some intervention. I still haven't gotten to speak with Duvall. Now with the CK-class event that happened a few days ago I'm not sure I will anymore. Maybe I can find a different Proto with teachings to offer? Who knows? I've been thinking about a goal lately - I've got one that I really like. I want to help ensure the survival of humanity AND those who don't wish to harm it. Anomalies, humans, gods, anyone who doesn't wish to harm humanity, they all deserve a chance at life, at freedom, at happiness, and at love. Even if my opportunity has been taken from me, I can still help others defend theirs. The only issue is that it's a lofty goal. Not something easily achieved, even under the insurgency. But I will try my best for now, step by step. Should I start by trying to reform the Nalka faith? Maybe start with educating all insurgents on the truth? I dont know... I wish I had someone to talk to about these things...about me... maybe one day. I will achieve my goal one way or another, using any means necessary. I will need lots of strength, and more power. Time to start training harder. Maybe if I find Duvall soon he can help me, or maybe someone else can."

END LOG

DATE: 12/24/2025  |  LOG ID: 004

DETAILS: "It's now been just over two months since my change, and two weeks since my last log. I haven't spoken with the Duke yet, but the Acolyte known as Forgemaster recently decided to betray the Archon and has been active in the area now, and after a talk with them I appear to pretty much be fine. No further changes should occur without some sort of catalyst to make it happen. So I suppose I'm okay for now. I did talk about some other stuff with them too. I mentioned my goal of wanting to restore the Nalkan faith to its proper path, and they seemed interested in the help. I don't plan on leaving the insurgency or betraying it whatsoever, and at the end of the day if I'm told to shoot at them I will, but out of respect for the Duke in showing me mercy and fixing me, I will help them however I can that isn't treasonous. I wanted to apologize for what happened in Abalay, for the innocents lost in the fight against Ignatius, but I couldn't bring myself to do it - not yet. For now, they will be chalked up as acceptable losses in the grand scheme of war. Maybe one day I'll be able to apologize properly. I have taken the first step forward, for those who come after, and for the survival of humanity and anomalies alike."

END LOG

DATE: 02/27/2026  |  LOG ID: 005

DETAILS: "Just over two months since my last log. Things have changed, though not physically — yet. I've been 'officially' tasked with learning what I can from Forgemaster. I haven't really 'learned' anything yet, but I am motivated to. Commander Sulfur wants me to abstain from the more eccentric practices, but I can't help myself. They want me to leech information from the Nalkans and feed it to them. But... that's not what I want. I genuinely wish to learn, whether it's Forgemaster's techniques, Nalkan history, or the faith itself; I want to learn it all. Survival is the epitome of desires. Knowledge, strength, both are derivatives of survival. I want knowledge of how to survive, and I want the strength to accomplish it; as I will most likely be faced with harsh decisions others cannot make. Ugh — back on topic. Obviously I still serve the insurgency and fight under its banner, but I have my own goals too."

END LOG

DATE: 03/15/2026  |  LOG ID: 006

DETAILS: "I didn't plan on making another log yet, but fuck it. I got punished recently for my actions — that's fun I guess. Did I do what I did on purpose? Kind of? I figured part of the reason command was hesitant to sending me on the crusade was because of my worth — which I thought was high, so I thought maybe a little belligerence would lower that some so they'd send me off. That did not work out... like at all. In due time I guess. Eventually I will fix the corrupt and stained Nalkan faith... eventually."

END LOG

DATE: 05/25/2026  |  LOG ID: 007

DETAILS: "Been a bit since my last log. I'm a full-blown Nalkan now, I guess? I took a risk, a big one. One that probably should've killed me. But instead, brought me face-to-face with Nekthros. Then I was a given a chance, a chance to claim the power I so desperately wanted. When I returned, well, I was branded a traitor. Thankfully, instead of outright killing me they agreed to let me be a weapon for the insurgency- fine, that's what I already was anyways. When I was gone I learned I have the potential to be a very strong flesh-bender. While I can't really do anything now, if they would just give me time to grow I could be our strongest weapon at cleansing the Neo-scum from this Earth. What pains me the most, honestly, is that I can't even look my commander in the eyes. I just feel so guilty that I didn't get his approval first that I think if I make eye contact I'll either spontaneously die or he'll kill me. Maxim, Nadya, I will eradicate the rot within this faith that has stained both of your legacies. Mother...I have done things I think you wouldn't be proud of. I lost my way long ago after your death. But now, I'll finally get the power to protect those I care about and the weak who cannot protect themselves. Just watch from above. I'll be someone worth your gaze again."

END LOG

DATE: 06/29/2026  |  LOG ID: 008

DETAILS: "Right. This is uh, log eight I believe. We recently took a small trip to Washington - the state, not DC. Just a standard mission by most metrics. However, we ran into a certain fucking acolyte - Equinox. Can't say I know much about him even now, other than him being the best with a firearm I've ever seen. He wasn't gonna let us leave without a scratch, so I challenged him to a duel. I fucking lost before I could even unholster my gun. What a monster that guy is. Guess I've still got a lot to improve on. Thinking about asking him to train me with a firearm. He made a point that I should 'learn' how to use Maxim's mauser I have, I wouldn't want to be disrespectful by not using it up to par - so maybe he's right. Doubt he'll actually agree to help me though. Who knows.. anything could happen at this point."

END LOG

DATE: 07/12/2026  |  LOG ID: 009

DETAILS: "This is log nine. It's been just over five years since my last log - or techinically a few weeks I guess. Having a hard time adjusting to this. We went on another mission - and.. it went shit to the fan. Who would've guessed it would happen again so soon. We ended up in a.. well, different dimension. The trip back took five long years. What takes the cake of course is we were trapped there with Xi-8. The irony is just peaking at this point. Anyways, we managed to make friends after a while. Had to pass the time somehow, and I didn't feel like being on edge for five whole years non-stop. Now that we're back everything feels different. Command is making all of us get psych evals too, greeeaaaaat. I'm sure after a few weeks things will feel better. Now I just got to get ahold of a few people and check in with them."

END LOG