Personal Log 02
10 Oct 2020Gen1sis
Commander Gen1sis10/10/3306 – 07:23
LOC: R: 143.361 / I: 274.186 / b: -45.428
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“War does not determine who is right – only who is left.” - Bertrand Russell
The training has been long and arduous, sleep becoming a distant memory, any hope of respite along with it and not all of us made it through those trials to become legionnaires. The Legions chain of command didn’t waste any time getting its fresh initiates fed into the Empires almost countless war, hell, I’m sure I can count how many days of peace we have had since I joined the Legion on one hand. This may come across to some as a complaint, a perceived injustice to those fresh-faced boys and girls, who have no experience of war, of loss. This is no complaint; this is the reality of being a legionnaire of Lavigny’s Legion. I have never felt so alive.
With the war against the Extra Corporation drawing down I have found my eyes turning against Federal targets – the Imperial propaganda seems to be working. From some Federal activity in previous weeks, it would appear they too are shifting their focus on us and our allies. I recently found myself at the behest of Federal firepower in the Bulkuylkana system, which on a routine undermining operation, at the support of Optio (now Centurion) Emily Chambers and fellow legionary, Indian Chins we had encountered the enemy launching an ambush on our allied commander, Wiesnschandi. This was no ordinary fight, the ones that I had become accustomed to in the countless conflict zones across a myriad of systems. No, they were from the Pilots Federation, pilots like me, but wrapped in orange instead of purple.
“Focus Cager, focus Cager!” burst through my secured channel as I readied my frag cannons. It was not lost on me that my Mamba, LLV – Sarissa, was not designed for this engagement, this was something else entirely. I am sitting here, talking to my COVAS, Carina as it records my words and commits them to this diary, and I am drawing a blank as to what happened in the ensuing skirmish. I think I finally came-to once we have jumped out of the system - Federal pilots high-waking out of Bulkuylkana, having lost one of their pilots to our co-ordinated barrage.
His name was Commander, Cager.
Well, that was a couple of weeks ago, but it left its mark. I put in some leave to the chain of command, some well-deserved time off. Some me time, time to continue some hobbies such as painting some of my shameful pile of unpainted BattleMallet miniatures, read a book, catch up with family? No, no such luxuries for this guy. I was off to collect materials for my latest engineering project, the elevation of Sarissa, my Mamba into a ship worthy of my new-found purpose, the Cataphractii and the OMI. I never did fancy seeing my name in red.
Now, let’s see what we can tweak in Sarissa, shall we, Carina?
You can stop recording now…
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