One man's Terrorist...

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[font=Times New Roman]Scythe log #1: Contemplation.

[color=#FFFFFF]Ah. Military Republic, Military Dictatorships, Military... Bollocks. Whilst a republic striving to survive in such a hostile environment as the Taus certainly are, it does indeed need military personnel. Personnel, equipment, organization. But this organization should at all times act as an auxiliary to a civilian society, serve the people, not vice versa. And this certainly isn't what's happening in the Republic in the blessed Upper Taus.

We've all heard the excuses about the protection of civilians being the priority and thus Military Dictatorship being the best way to go... Blah blah. Why then is the government so darn exclusive? Why doesn't half the population vote because of mandatory military service rendering them without rights? Why then must we allow the military to hold all the power and in essence be the government? Why then does everything smell of stagnation and stale beer? Everyone and their mother seem to think this war and, by extension, this regime, is just temporary. Well, I've heard those kind of excuses... People will say it's temporary long enough for it to be considered permanent. And then we'll be stuck with a militaristic, stagnating, non-flowing dictatorship for obviously more time than I'm willing to accept.

So why the seemingly radical act of treason, You ask, You, the voice in my head? Why, I'll tell you, this isn't an act of treason as far as I can deduct from my logic. Treason would be siding with the enemy, acting against my beloved Republic. Yes, I still hold the Republic dear, just not its corrupt and traitorous leadership. And therein lies the problem. How can someone like me make a difference there? How can I stand against an entire machine trained in murder? Well, now I don't need to.

Having suppressed these thoughts for some time so I could function properly, doing my job, I've heard about a man, nay, a visionary. His name is Richard Lampkin. He had a similar idea, although his is admittedly better rhetoricized... Is that even a word? Well, it is now. Anyway, the best part is, he's not alone in standing against the regime. He's established an organization in Coronado, so I heard... So that's where I'm going. That's where the heart is. That's where the means are. And hopefully, should he accept me, that's where the new home is as well.

And as I float towards Coronado I can't help but think about the consequences of my actions. Some of the guys I'll undoubtedly be in huge conflict with from now on, were quite good friends of mine... But what's done is done and we're in a war anyway. A war for lives and a war for minds. People die for agendas much more stupid than this one. This thing is one of the few things that are worth fighting for. So no. I won't waver for a second. New day, here I come.