The crew of the Novatis Llunar has been shrouded in mystery for several decades, a shadow of a syndicate among the stars. Their leader, Tenebris Inlustrus, was no different for most of his life. Like any man predicting his own death, he had a contingency plan; a will, or more so a memoir. His captain's logs stretched back to far before he ever became a captain, waiting for his followers, eventually his friends and family, to find when he was upon his deathbed. It was an egotistical solution to the promise of null, final failure. He left them as a sigil of remembrance to himself, his home planet, and his life story, for all who never knew his past. That meant everyone.