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It's been one month since I've joined with the sovereign crown's chosen primary fleet. We are men and women from various backgrounds. We are different colors and shapes and our personal ideals vary, but there is one junction within which we may indelibly connect. We are Gallia. The zeal for our homeland drives us to become more, to become better. We guard the crown with our life, yet are honored to see it only from afar and thankful never to feel the great burden of it on our heads.

Our foes strike from all directions in the shadows, yet we are the eyes of blind lady justice. We are the hand of the king and as that hand, we embrace our countrymen with compassion and strike our foes with great fervor. Never until now, had I felt the great pangs of adoration for my homeland and all that we stand for. Though distant threats linger on the horizon, it is with this inner fire that burns collectively among us that we will stand on the broken bodies of those who would soil all we have sought to cultivate.

Having shone brightly in The Academy, I left with a promotion to Sous-Lieutenant. It was with great ambition and pride that I began my first assignment. The kid gloves were off and I was what stood between the honor of the crown and the filth of dregs such as The Council. Having been taught about the dirty tactics of the fiends that lay off the beaten path and those sometimes as bold to linger on those more traveled, I observed my surroundings and luckily avoided a hostile ambush that had been laid for any unsuspecting traveler. I believe the ships were of Maquis affiliation, though I'm uncertain at the time of writing this.

Few notable events did pop up, thus I was grateful for a mostly quiet first assignment. However, I did come upon the vessel of Colonel Laurel Lavelle. I can't say that I know much about her, but we definitely didn't have a great first encounter. I spotted the vessel traveling and offered to accompany it to whatever destination it would come to find.

My offer was accepted, but the Colonel showed her first hints of arrogance by making sure I knew I was of no use to her. Perhaps I did find her somewhat incorrigible and perhaps I did speak out of line just a little. Fortunately, I think the Colonel was barely paying attention as she began to speak of the art of war and ground unit tactics. Frankly, I think she was trying more to enthrall herself than me, but suffice it to say, I listened and took my opportunity to leave swiftly when she commanded me to do so.

Some may find it distasteful to stand on the heads of others so that they may rise above, but I'm certainly in no position yet to make comments on my superior's orders or personalities. Only time will tell how that relationship will be shaped, but if it's the last time we speak directly, it will be too soon for me. All in all, I think it's been a productive month since I left the academy. Tomorrow brings another day and another fresh set of circumstances. I will try my best to keep up.

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