The following is the news for Session 7.

WE DID IT.

We're off that shithole, that hellhole, that slavecamp, that cesspit of Elysian arrogance and imperialism and cruelty. We're going to Tel space. We're flying, we're moving, we're alive and free. We're free from the Empire. We're out of their clutches. They'll never have us back, we'll die first. No more forced labour. No more isolation, humiliation, deprivation. Fuck them and fuck their cruelty. We're out of captivity, we're flying free and we're going home. Stars above, oh god, oh god, we're free.

We shed tears for the Tel that didn't make it this far. The ones that died in the violence, scuffles, riots, lynchings, lootings, gunfights. The ones that died at the hands of ignorant Elysians, blaming us for a war we didn't start. The ones that died under the watch of the guards, dispassionately washing their hands of the blood. The ones that succumbed to this viral plague they've tested on us, ready to be unleashed across our territories. We shed tears for our community, such as it was, bloodstained in shreds and tatters, left behind in Redemption Reform Facility. We bring at least some of it with us…

There are not many of us left. A dozen or so stayed with NEXUS. We wish them well. Will b-Exagora survive the wrath of the Elysian Empire for long? Will they not want to erase the evidences of their sick experiments? Ah. They made the decision to stay. It was their right.

There are one hundred and forty six of us aboard the Six o' Spades, and we are joined by a further twenty-two prisoners of war that were destined for the slavecamps as we were. It's a far cry from the two hundred and seventy-odd we numbered ten months ago.

Zhar Ro hasn't been seen much recently. Something's wrong. His circle are trying to keep it quiet. He'll still be able to talk to our Government when we arrive, though. They'll want to talk to him. To all of us. We've escaped the evil Empire, and we bring precious things we died to get: vaccines and knowledge needed to make a cure for our people, a defence against the Elysian's monstrous bioweapon. We're going to be real-life fucking big heroes.

We thank Env Do Jhyl Dri, La Ma Ze Shre and Kvash Leyh Tu Lizh for their integral work in our escape. And aboard our escape vessel, I Teyk Ngalsh Lizh has finally found a peaceful space for his choir.

We've escaped. We're on the Six o' Spades, nominally under the thumb of Elysians. These Elysians are different, though. Almost… respectable. They're afraid, some of them. Afraid of how they'll be welcomed. Afraid of the greeting that awaits them on the other side. This rabble of treasonous ship crew, convicted criminals, Elysian dissidents, they're afraid of the Tel government.

We picture the greeting that awaits us on the other side.

A homecoming.

…

Not long now.

We're going home.