Yesterday I thought we would perish. A massive assault of the nomads in Delta. They suddenly swarmed us, destroyed my Light Fighter. Luckily, I was on the Titania. We have fought an Ish'tar. A massive warform of the Nomads, head to head. The Titania pushed through with tooth and nail. We sunk our teeth right into it's form. It was destroyed, it perished before my very eyes. The massive explosion that followed gave me hope. Hope for humanity. Hope for what is to come. They are preparing something, and the resulting assault will reshape the sector as we know it. We had to retreat. The old lady received a lot of damage, but we are fixing her up again. When the fight was over, I have never heard such before. The cheering. The applause onboard of the ship was overwhelming. But they weren't cheering for their Commander. Nor for me or Desmond. They cheered for us all. Hope. This is what I tasted and grasped for yesterday. Together, we shall be victorious. You heard this before, I know. But this time I truly believe it. With Amy on my side, I can achieve victory. With me on Amy's side, she can achieve victory. We will be victorious. We, the crew of the Titania. I will never step from your side, my heart and soul. Two halves of a whole. Complete.
Honor, Valor, Allegiance. Today. Tomorrow. Forever. Together we rise. Together we prevail. We stand as one. United and forged in fire.
