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[Lukas Wexler]

Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army
Junior-Lieutenant Lukas Wexler
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I had a long discussion with Colonel Alvarez... a man of many things. His honesty and respect... he treated me like a human being, not someone who was looked down upon due to my poor status. I do not know what convinced him to seek me out but I'm grateful nonetheless to know that there is someone out there willing to listen. Colonel Alvarez respect was responded with respect on my behalf, he offered me a position within the Coalition. I accepted it with great honour. I was immediately assigned to the rank of Junior-Lieutenant...

... and I have been taught many things. Valuable knowledge, mostly various forms of battle-studies.

Basic-combat training.... flight-manoeuvres... warfare tactics...

One important lesson is left to be learned. The history of the Coalition.
To fully comprehend ones history, one must honour its roots.

Where the Unioners failed... the Coalition succeeded. The Unioners lost their attachment to their history, their roots that formed them. The books tell me the Coalition have prospered, that there have even been revolutions within the Coalition itself. But one matter always remained the same... the roots. I was sent on a mission to write my name amongst the fallen, living and surely future comrades. Hispania. A name that sounded foreign to me, at first I thought this was merely a code-name of our operation or something of similar nature. But I was about to learn that Hispania was were it all started.

The origin of the Coalition cause... and once my name became engraved there... it would become my cause as well.

Lieutenant-Commander Robert Thacker was my wing-man during this journey. A man who initially struck me as insecure and bewildered proved to be a confident and brave man. I shall never make that mistake again... to judge ones persona before they have the chance to prove their worth.

We started by heading to the Omega-5 system... I didn't have much time to form any opinions of the atmosphere since I was too busy making sure that I wouldn't crash into an asteroid. Trying to chant the words of what my flight-instructor told me... I had no real background experience when it came to dodging incoming objects at a high velocity... save for the run-ins with Republican convoys. As time elapsed we eventually entered territory belonging to the Bretonian House. Surprisingly we didn't stumble into any patrolling officers. In fact the only external contact that was made was with a civilian whom by accident had crossed our paths. He meant no harm though... he was simply a worker... like I was once... someone who was just trying to earn an honest pay.

After many hours spent flying across star-systems we eventually reached a large asteroid belt. By now I had no idea where we were... the location was not familiar to my eyes. I was afraid that we would have to dodge asteroids once again but the Lieutenant-Commander saved me the trouble by showing us a short-cut. One that would lead us below the entire field of rocks.

The sight of dead, pitch-black space that was only lit by distance galaxies was a new experience to me. I felt... a lot of sadness... it was like witnessing the downfall of the justice we were fighting for. But somewhere... amongst the black coat that covered my eyes in darkness... a spark of hope existed... those small glowing dots represented that hope... it represented the Coalition.

We were close now. Close to the heart of the Coalition... Hispania!

The most massive vessel I have ever witnessed in my entire life... and it wasn't even presented in its full condition. A remarkable statue that served as a glorious reminder of the Coalition's history. And today... that history would belong to me as well.

However... time was not on our side. I could not sit there and engrave my name amongst thousand of other comrades for more than five minutes before the Outcast Guard had arrived. This is where my claim that Lieutenant-Commander Robert Thacker was a man of courage was about to be proven true. With much reluctance did I leave this man to fend off no less than five pilots by himself. It was an order. I would have dishonoured him more by refusing to follow them... I do not know what happened to him... our communications broke off right after I was told to head home alone.

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