Sentinel Reports are reports written by Sentinels on the events of Bastion.
Collection Details
A total of 5 cortex entries make reference to the Sentinel Reports.
The following excerpts from the reports that explain special incidents.
Agent Ryssa Brin (4)
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We were fine. We were through. The Scars were in retreat. We didn't even know the relic was there. It went volatile. Elementals spilling all over the place. I'd rather face a dozen Scars than an unstable Shaper relic. Give me something I can outthink or outshoot instead of a reality-warping death-machine.
— Sentinel Brin, Sentinel report

Agent Ryssa Brin (5)
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"Yes, we differ in tactics, organization, and some would say, responsibility. Plus, chain of command. But protecting people? That's worth working together."
— Report on Sentinel-Freelancer collaboration by Sentinel Brin

Sentinel-Freelancer Relations (2)
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Given their reputation and the state of their order, reticence in working with the Freelancers was understandable—but should not be beyond reconsideration. Yes, we differ in tactics, organization, and some would say, responsibility. Plus—chain of command. But protecting people? That's worth working together.
— Sentinel Brin, Sentinel report

Fort Tarsis (4)
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Fort Tarsis' walls are thick, its lancers are loyal, and the people are strong. But we're far from invulnerable. Danger comes in stranger forms every year… Like that Cataclysm that brought lavender snow. Lavender snow! Everyone thought it was beautiful until it started to burn. So we set up fire watches and doubled patrols to stop the damage. And I thought I'd seen everything.
—Sentinel Derian Barr, Sentinel report

Saurian (2)
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"The cursed thing snapped at my hand and left a long scratch across the metal. I blasted the horn, hoping to scare it away. That just got it mad. It hissed and jumped at me, snapping against the thick glass of the windshield. Two more bit into some of my hydraulic lines. Things were getting bad. I was losing mobility and could see more of them crawling out of the trees. I dropped the scrap metal I was carrying and made for home."
—From Sentinel incident report FT/302, Tarsis Steppe Farm

