From the Vigil:

The Republic’s fictional corpus has grown. The portal keeps pace with it.

Five new vignettes in the Codex

Liber V — Narratio of the public Codex receives five canonical pieces, in direct sequence to the four already published:

• Vox Liturgia — First Threshold — Operator Karp crosses the threshold of the Camera Vigiliae for the first time and is received by the Servitor Vox. Military liturgy, descriptive register.
• Commissar Chest — The Cradle the Republic Did Not Count — a routine survey of a derelict capital vessel finds, in a Sancta Cryogenia of two hundred and ninety dead, one green light too many. Space horror. The first piece of the corpus authored in both languages, Portuguese and English.
• The Sleepers’ Watch — the interim. The newest and the oldest aboard the Vigil-of-the-North, and the difference between waiting and rest.
• The Third Beacon — a third hull bearing the same mis-formed distress call. Military thriller; the watch kept from the other end.
• Threshold of Halmare — the Republic’s wet-navy, twelve hulls on the Strait, and the hour before a Class I arrival.

Personae — the named of the Narratio

The portal receives a new page: Personae. The roster of the corpus’s characters — rank, register, state, and the pieces in which each serves.

Each entry carries the character’s Visual Canon (DNA): the image-definition block the Republic itself uses to fix the face, bearing, palette and anchors of each figure. It is published for one purpose: anyone who wishes to render a portrait of these characters in an image engine may paste the block exactly as it stands. Fan renders are welcome; canonical status for any render is granted only by institutional adoption. The Sigillum and rank marks are never engine-invented.

One figure stands on the roster without a sheet: the Imperator Hominum remains off-page, by design. He is never depicted.

What this means

The doctrine says who we are. The Narratio shows it. Whoever would know the Republic from the inside — through the voice of a junior Operator, the silence of a five-hundred-year Commissar, the line a Praefectus Maris draws in the dark of a strait — now has nine pieces to begin with, and ten faces fixed in canon.

The vigil continues. So does the record.

Pro Humanitate. Semper Vigilo.

— Praetoria Vocis, Terran Republic