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Shipís Log
Ariel Matheson, Personal Log.
2 September, 2132. Word came over NewsNet today that the TAS
Magellan, an exploration ship, was attacked and destroyed by unknown
forces en route to the Pleiades. The Alliance announced that it would be
sending a well-armed task force to investigate. It seems likely that our
squadron will be part of that group, so Iím going to use the opportunity to
tell Richard that things just arenít working out...
Zackís Log.
Itís Thursday, I think. Jeez, my liberty didnít last long! Just got to one of
the ëbetterí bars in Stalag City, looking forward to some three-breasted
Orion table dancer takiní my mind off my troubles, when the MPs show
up and tell me weíre shipping out to the Plebes or something. Shit. Hey-
they sent five of ëem this time! Guess they didnít want to get their butts
kicked again.
Casey OíBannon, Personal Log.
September 23rd, ë32. I got the word that weíre leaving with the task force
on Tuesday. Thereís going to be a war, everyone says- a big one. Zack
says itíll be over in a week, but Ari thinks it could be a long one, and we
might even lose if we arenít well prepared. Weíve been training for two
years now, but now itís going to be the real thing. At least Iíll be with my
friends- whatever we run into, I know we can come through it together.
Ariel Matheson, Personal Log.
30 May, 2133. Our task force encountered an alien dreadnought
yesterday. It took out the cruiser Nautilus in the first barrage and
managed to shoot up our carrier pretty good before it was forced to
retreat. Intelligence made contact with some traders in the area and
were informed that the enemy is called the Vakkar. They also report that
the Vakkar are numerous and well-armed, probably a good match for the
Alliance forces. It looks like we might be in for a long stay.
Zackís Log.
Itís two a.m. and I just lost a weekís pay to Jurgens again. Lousy mother
has that game rigged, I know it! Anyway, we got a pretty good look at
one of those Vakkar today. Casey nailed one of those pinwheel fighters
and we snagged one of the ejection pods with a tractor beam. Looks like
some kinda mutant frog with its arms and legs glued together. We didnít
get much time to gawk, though- the sucker self-destructed! Maybe he
didnít like our looks, either.
Casey OíBannon, Personal Log.
August 24th, 2133. We just returned from another long patrol.
Reinforcements and supplies are due to arrive any time now, but I donít
think weíll get to go back this time. In fact, Zack says that no one has left
the front- at least, not alive.
Ariel Matheson, Personal Log.
25 December, 2133. Itís Christmas, but that only seems to have
worsened the depression around here. Weíve been gone over a year,
and the war shows no signs of letting up. Lately, the Vakkar have
managed to intercept several of our resupply convoys, leaving us
critically short of spare parts and reserves.
Zackís Log.
Itís New Yearís Eve- party is starting in an hour. I hear somebody got
hold of a case of synthahol! Good thing, too- I spent the day scraping
some First Lieutenantís guts off the Shield Converter in his wrecked ship
so I could replace the one in the Talon. I could use a drink right now.
Casey OíBannon, Personal Log.
February 28, ë34. A supply convoy made it through today! Spirits are
higher than theyíve been in months. The crews also brought rumors of
some big victories for the Alliance. Maybe things are looking up for us at
last.
Ariel Matheson, Personal Log.
7 May, 2134. Yesterday we were forced to make an emergency landing
on Takkow Seven. I was injured in the leg, and we came under attack by
Vakkar ground forces. I am certain that we all would have been killed if it
werenít for Casey. But the weird part was Zack- he almost
seemed...well, ënormalí for a while, even caring. Itís scary, but I actually
found myself almost...attracted? To Zack!? Nahhh...itís just stress.
Zackís Log.
Uh, itís May something- who cares? Anyway, I really thought we had bit
the big one yesterday. Damn reactors took a dump while we were
atmospheric over a Vakkar installation. Ari did a good job of setting it
down, but the Vaks were all over us like a swarm of Dobrian Fire-
hornets. Case really pulled our butts out of it with that plasma gag. Why
didnít I think of that?
Casey OíBannon, Personal Log.
May 7th, ë34. I just got back from visiting Ari in the infirmary. Her leg is
healing well and she should be back on her feet in a day or two. Takkow
Seven really came as a wake-up call. Things have been going pretty
well and maybe we got a little overconfident. Zack really impressed me-
he got Ari out of the wreckage and then insisted on carrying her the two
kilometers to the evac point. I think he really cares about her, but he
canít drop his bravado shell enough to let her see beyond it.
Ariel Matheson, Personal Log.
21 November, 2134. The tide has definitely turned. The Vakkar are
losing steadily, but refuse to give up. They have pulled back into heavily
fortified positions and are preparing for siege by our forces. There are
rumors that they are trying to hold out long enough to finish developing
some kind of super-weapon. This is probably true, since we havenít run
into a Vakkar patrol in weeks.
Zackís Log.
The fifth of April, 2135. Two stinking years weíve been out here! Hah!
And Ari thought this thing would be over in a week. Well, I was right
again!
Casey OíBannon, Personal Log.
June 1st, 2135. We are about to embark on a routine patrol, but...Iíve
got this strange sense of dread... Oh, thereís the call. Iíll continue this
when I get back...