Rest & Refit
03 Dec 2022Serza
War Diary, CMDR Sarah FisherDecember 3rd, 3308
I've been to Shinrarta today. After 48 hours of sustained combat in HIP 23716, they finally pulled me off the line for rest.
I'll be back to the meat grinder tomorrow, but right now, I can sleep in my own bed.
The Raider was a mess, barely holding together after all the caustics and Goid projectiles that found the mark, and I'm not even going to go into what the wiring was like after all the shutdown fields. Sparks everywhere, and I almost caught on fire from a shorted power distributor before my COVAS shut the whole thing with extinguishers.
She's being fixed up properly as I write this. People were looking at me sideways, walking through the station as I was. Bits of shrapnel still embedded in the suit from the combat damage, an unhappy reminder of what's happening not two hundred light years away. Someone in a Remlok stopped me and asked me what am I thinking, walking around like this. I'll "scare the children," she said. I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. She doesn't know.
The only news from the war was an article on the Galnet, with the story of a family just pulled off Wakata. A terrified woman with a kid, never even got on a ship before. And we still get bug huggers trying to tell us we're genocidal?!
I would understand if we were still out in the Pleiades, or Coalsack, hunting interceptors for sport, but this is a war of survival. My friends are dying, damn it, with nothing to show for it. Those evac transports are still getting swatted out of space, and we can't do a damn thing about it except revenge.
We're the only ones that know how to fight these things, a few thousand pilots at most, and we can't keep the transports going.
I feel helpless.