INTERCEPTED MESSAGE FROM CAPTAIN A.S JAMESON
15 Dec 2022Alexander Jameson
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I can't take it anymore.
The fleet is gone. We've taken heavy casualties. When the Federation sent us out to fight the bugs, there were 140 of us. We were to simply get in, defend the starports, and get out.
17 of us came home.
I haven't seen bloodshed like that since Thomas died. Vice Admiral Hiroko is critical, and I am what remains of the 729th and Sabre team. The things they did to those pilots, I've never wanted to commit specicide more. What's left of us retreated to Eta Cassiopeiae. The Admiral has the Intrepid stationed in HIP 69982 for us to return to once we receive deployment orders and get our guardian weapons installed. It'll be more than a day. We sent the 92nd out to track the next Maelstroms. They've tracked 2 so far with the assistance of Captain Madison. With how many people have been killed, they expect us to go back? I've been in war before. I watched my best friend die in front of me, my men slaughtered by Imperial forces during the Battle of Eta Cassiopeiae, but they want me to go back and kill these things? To hell with that.
Captain, your presence has been requested by Admiral Sepulveda.
Tell him I'm busy wallowing in my PTSD.
I'm afraid he's persistent, sir. If you look out your window you'll see the Sentinel has arrived.
*sigh* Give him VIP docking authorization please. Prep my office for business. I'm going to grab a drink.
Roger sir. Whiskey sour on rocks?
Yes please.
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