The Journal of Vytanni Throttlenight

[Vytanni_Throttlenight]

Log:1----- Status: Hiding------ Location:Classified

You never know how precious time really is until it's gone....
I've learned that the hard way.
You never know how good your life is until you've lost it.
I always took what I had for granted, never really appreciating the little things that are so often taken for naught.
I know better now.
It's time for my story to be known.

I was a respected scientist. One of the best Aethesia had to offer. Life was good then, free to experiment and roam every angle of science there could possibly ever be. My experiments challenged the very fiber of scientific theory, going into realms unknown to humanity, exposing the truth of The Great Engineer to all of Aethesia. Life was rather simple... always a fresh challenge, always a new page in the book.

Then there was Victoria.

True, she had higher goals. But my work alongside Jefferson, Emily and a few others stood in her way.

She was willing to do anything to be the top...
And in the end she won.

Bounty hunters... that's who she sent. Bounty hunters to destroy my work, my home... My future. I nearly died that day. Only one thing stopped them from finishing me right then and there.

The Scarlet Man.

He saved my life then, carried me from the ruins of one life to give me hope for another. Nursing me from the brinks of death's playground to life's mission. He gave me a purpose, a mission. and I will do anything till Kingdom come to complete it...

"Be strong. Resist Lucky. Carry on the fight."

That is what he said... And that is what I will do.

Even if I die trying.

-----End of log-----

[Vytanni_Throttlenight]

Log:2----- Status: Preparing------- Location: Classified

Life is such a strange thing.
So many things you never understand, and even more you wish you couldn't.
Life has so many unknown factors, but yet there is always time for learning.

Solitude gives you much time to think... It's been barely over two weeks since the turn of my life, and here I am....
In a cold cave who-knows-where.

But never assume solitude means idle.
I've been very busy.

To see me now you would think a paper bomb had exploded in this small refuge. Papers, thoughts, ideas, theories, and information are strewn about me in hap-hazard piles. Their organized... maybe not to the outside eye, but every paper has a place. I've been planning for some time now. Every piece working together like a complex puzzle.

But only one thing stay's my hand.

I'm believed a dead woman. My "death" caused those who wish me harm to relax, to not expect an attack.
If I came back they would be on high alert.
And Aethasia could say goodbye to the Resistance.

I can't stay hiding any longer. I have to act.
And I know how.

A mask.
Sure, it must be a cliché now... but it is effective. I can stop Lucky, and yet my identity will still remain hidden. A new name is necessary as well, and I already have chosen it. It's a strange name, but fitting for my new life.

Vytanni Throttlenight.

"Warrior who beats the night."

Rather fitting. Now to find someone to share my information with....

[Vytanni_Throttlenight]

Log:3----- Status: Planning------ Location: Classified

Trust is fickle....
One moment here, next moment gone.
One wrong move, and any trust disappears.... sometimes for good.
Tread lightly.

I found an employer, someone that shares a passion to destroy Lucky...

Xonos Darkgrate.

Not everyone trusts him, and I guess I could see why. Almost no one have seen his face, it is always hidden underneath his mask and eyepiece. I can respect someone who doesn't wish to be known.

After all... neither do I.

That is something I'm glad that was mutual, I wish myself to remain anonymous.

That is if my mission is to be successful.

I have been able to sneak out of my hiding place by night, meeting with a few informants, as well as collecting information for myself. The shadows seem to suit my new occupation.

After all, the night is a perfect playground for a ghost.

I continuously think of myself like a ghost. I am nothing like that pitiful, naïve girl I was. Life whacked me tight in the face, and for the better. I have learned much in such a short time.... life is so much more than personal fame, glory and pleasure...
I have a mission now, I have a purpose.

And it's time to act.

------END OF LOG-----

[Vytanni_Throttlenight]

Log:4----- Status: On mission------ Location: Evercity

Perfection.
Something everyone strives for, fights for, even kills for.
Something that tyrants crave, and rulers inforce...
But no one truly knows what perfection is, no one can obtain it, no one can comprehend it.

Only ONE can... The only ONE of true perfection. And HE's the only one who can make you perfect.

My careful planning, all of my hard earned research, has finally been put into motion. Lucky's guard will be nothing but piles of glitching scrap-metal once I'm through. But enough talk of explosions and Automatons, I'm not here for them anyway...

I'm here for the blueprint core, the holder of all Automaton plans and concepts...

Some of which I created.

with this plan, manufacturing of the metal demons will halt... or at least slow considerably. Enough to give the Resistance a upper hand...

And me the information I need... with some to spare.

Let's just hope my dear friends at Evercity are the same as they were, if so I have a free entrance and exit to the most dangerous place in Aethasia...

Lucky's palace.

[Vytanni_Throttlenight]

Log: 5----- Status: Captive ------ Location: Unknown

Never trust yourself.

Your own mind works or the enemy, planting ideas, thoughts, words that don't please GOD. Above all your heart is desperately wicked, it will lead you astray faster than you can blink.

Trusting your own plan, and not asking the Great Planner what you should do.... Will always lead to disaster.

It seems my "friends" were smarter than I thought.

They moved base, set up better guards. They were afraid of being discovered after my death.

I should have waited, should've asked The Scarlet Man what to do... I was to anxious, too hasty in my plans. Every piece was in place, every thought honed to perfection. But it did no good. I was unprepared for the attack, granted they don't know who I am, but I have still paid the price...

I have lost my right arm, from the elbow down. The result of a Lasher's twisted weaponry.

I cannot move, the pain is to much to even fathom at the moment.

Even the guardian The Scarlet Man gave me cannot reach me now. I am captive, maimed, and alone....

I am trapped.

------END OF LOG-----

[Vytanni_Throttlenight]

strong textLog: 6----- Status: Recuperating ------ Location: Classified

Just when you think all is gone.... that you've destroyed EVERYTHING that GOD has been working for in your life...

You find out it was all part of the plan.

It may have been easier if you had listened the first time... not as painful, but GOD NEVER gives up on HIS own

It has been several months since my last log... in which many things have happened.

I was rescued my ever-present rescuer, The Scarlet Man. He brought me back home and stayed with me till I healed.

I left the RS to begin anew with a good friend. I became the co-founder of the Rouge Shadow, or RSI for short.

I have meet several new faces, all who seem to have a passion to serve The Scarlet Man as I do. Scarlett Darkhall and Ilayne Merespark, twins who seem to have as much a nack for trouble as they do for espionage. Kieran Candleview, a skilled engineer. Josiah Flintspinner, a youth with a talents yet to be fully discovered. Emily Purplebottle, a talented spy with many surprises. May Otterview, a reformed mercenary with a talent for weaponry and a utter hate for everything related to the Fog. And I shall never forget Hanna Braasheart, niece of Goku Ironheart... as personable and bubbly as they come, but don't take that for granted, she can still smash up Automatons with the best this new team has to offer.

But none of these compare to the most wonderful and most confusing event.

I have a new arm.

A gift from The Scarlet Man, an Aethermatron arm. I nearly burst into tears when he presented it to me. I asked him why he would do such a thing... since I was the one who was impatient. I was the one who didn't trust. He replied that I saw my mistake, although it had cost me an arm to learn. He then stated that he had a plan, and this would fit in later.

It has taken quite some time, and I'm still not entirely accustomed to the new appendage... but I will get use to it as I did when I lost my eye all that long time ago. I use a heat-sensing infrared eyepiece now to restore at least some of my vision, but it took nigh a year to get used to it.

Hopefully my arm will not take as long to adjust.