Upon the return and evaluation of a probe droid, a member of maintenance staff uncovered an unfamiliar document storage device planted within an exhaust shaft. After being turned over to management, it was evaluated for malware and origin. The device mapping showed no hostile programs within a supremely outdated device, as such the device was tested on a network-disconnected computer. There was only one recording file held within, the contents of which were found moving enough to forward to INN. This is a transcript of that file, and most importantly- This is why we fight.
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Hello, I hope this message finds someone with power, as my standing and age grants me none. I need this distress to be understood. I’m unfortunately familiar Kilji technology, so I assume these probe devices are from a large cooperation with bountiful resources. As of recording, I have seen one pass by. I hope beyond hope I may find another to forward my message, and I haven’t misjudged the source. I do not want to pay with my life for sharing my pleas to live.
My rural region was recently assimilated into the Kilji religion and its hierarchy. I believe beyond our borders there is resistance, but we have never enjoyed that luxury of propaganda immunity. My parents are incredibly malleable to any prevailing dogma, its been more than difficult to grow up within that ever-shifting realm of ideals and behavior. However, their newest religious venture is unlike any other. I have feared and withstood many types of punishment, mental and physical, but never before has the zealotry threatened my very mortality.
Its been a long time coming, I believe the first Kilji ambassador “graced” our region many moons ago. The culture here lends itself to separatist, aggressive movements. I promise we are not beyond saving, but the greater ideals that allowed the Kiljis to take hold have been festering for millennia. Thankfully I can find solace in my Aunt, whom I’ve been idolizing as long as I can remember. As a lower-level navigator, she has seen more of that grand universal picture than I could possibly imagine- Which I believe is how she broke away from the values that have deep, desperate claws embedded in my parents. She is my solace, the world in which I build my passion and greater understanding of the life we live.
I have a desperate fear of this doctrine, but I can not show it. It stifles every part of my being. Every day I must grin and bear the idea that anything besides full acceptance is punishable by death, something I privately don’t believe speaks to “enlightenment”. Every action of mine is now scrutinized, from hierarchy respect (My parents are above myself, naturally) to something as small as the way I flick my hand. The interactions with my peers are as stifled and negative as my own self-perception has become.
The only time in life I may think genuinely is the wee-hours of the evening & morning. I find it incredibly unnatural, but I have no other way to preserve my life. I’m very familiar (possibly more than most youth) that a single toe out of line equals a complete cessation of livelihood, and now likely life itself. I’m grateful I can commiserate with my aunt, her perspective has given me more than I can describe. These late night chats may give me comfort of another person being in the same world, but at the same time I feel vastly mounting anxiety. Every talk, every understanding, every bit of sharing, makes both of us more vulnerable than ever before.
Please, help us. I understand we may be a minority in my region, but I promise there are still people that are desperate & worth caring for. There are always people worth fighting for and believing in. Again, I sincerely hope that this is a probe from an entity separate from the Kilji, and it's not just a mining sensor or something inconsequential.
Many of us are desperate, I beg of you to hear my pleas. My world may not get much better, but the knowledge that something is being done would be enough. We need anything greater than ourselves to release this bondage.
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This message/device was initially noted by maintenance 53 hours ago, the initial recording showed an age of 61 hours. We at INN believe that by forwarding this uncovered media we may further spur the passion within our ranks. Fight for everyone, big and small. May passion define us!