Entry 1. Date: 01.05.826 A.S. Time: 2200 hours S.S.T. -First day aboard the Kepler's.Pride I am starting this log to keep track over my life, and in case I forget things, we'll see what journeys await me. So, today was my first day aboard the Kepler's.Pride, what a interesting day! Right, where are my manners, even to my own self. I am commander Angela Williams of the LSF, recently assigned as the captain of the Kepler's.Pride. So, where was I?...Oh right, my first day aboard the siege cruiser named in honor of the fallen LNS-Kepler, right. So, within the first 24 hours since it's launch, we were dispatched to Cortez first of all in a remote location to the cloud situated to the east of the system, to be ready to fight off the Gallic scum if needed. While on a patrol, we've met a Triumph-class Destroyer, that seemed to be part of the GRI, or so I remember. I ordered the crew to get to their stations immediately as the destroyer was spotted first by us, seems the advanced scanners did their job well, prevented us from perishing in the Kepler's.Pride's maiden flight. Everything went smoothly, since when we were already closing in on the Triumph, they just detected us. The Triumph outgunned us of course, but we were able to defeat it. First of all we decided to fire a salvo of the Starlance, alias the "Angel" as the executive officer named it in honor of me, how sweet of him I could say. The shields of the Triumph were quickly down, then the turrets did the rest of the talking. While our new paint was barely scratched, the gallic destroyer was already exploding, setting a course to the other world. After that, we've continued our patrol, then retreated back within the cloud that was part of the Barrier, in the location which was supposed to be our staging ground. I went to the mess hall with Vance Anderson, the executive officer and majority of the crew members, cherising the first blood of the newly-built siege cruiser. We drank, we had a little 'party', but all in limits, because after all we were supposed to be ready to act whenever we had to. So far, everything is going great, but...what if this is just the calm before the storm? I always have to be ready, there's no time for a break...if only there was...Alright, I guess I should get back to my job right now. Williams out.
Entry 2. Date: 07.05.826 A.S. Time: 2105 hours S.S.T. -More frogs I am shaking...constantly...It must be from the conflict earlier....I think I need to just calm myself...I do...But first, let me share with you what happened. Today we were called to assit the Armed Forces, Navy and other LSF forces against the Gauls in Cortez. We just returned from Willard, and barely settled in. When we thought everything was going okay and that we had some breathing room, sh*t hit the fan. We received a call that there is almost an entire new battlegroup in Cortez. I ordered the crew to get this tin can going....Tin can? Why am I calling it this? It survived that horrific battle... . When we arrived there, there were Crayterians, Armed Forces, Navy and Royal Navy assets, and whatnot, there were even Rogues I think! The battle had begun, it was the point of no return. At this point, we were at the mercy of the Gauls, or God? Who knows...I know for a thing that both sides suffered staggering loses, we were even chased by several capitol ships at a time, yet we got out. That place was like...A boiling cauldron full of plasma, lasers, torpedoes, antimatter and whatnot. Who shot who in there was just about anyone's guess. We finally managed to fend off the gallics, at least for now. We suffered severe damage, lost 2 crew members, internal communications were almost torn apart, the siege cannon was disabled as well as the second mooring point of the Kepler's.Pride. I told Vance to give the order of retreat back within the white mists of the Paloma. When the waters were calm enough, we decided to sneak past possible Gallic patrols that could've alerted others and then seal our fate, at least until Riverside in California. So here we were, at Riverside. Since Willard didn't have the facilities necessary to perform repairs and maintenance on a capitol ship, and with such technology onboard nor Norfolk or Baltimore could leave it exposed, so Vance decided to go to Juneau. We entered Zone-21, looking around the desolate passage within the minefield. We jumped to Alaska shortly after, putting the Kepler's.Pride in drydock temporarily, until we were able to fend the Gauls off again. Right now I am in my quarters, laying on my comfy bed, trying to take a break from reality. Just the thought about that clash sends shivers down my spine. Maybe it is indeed time for a break, at least until the pride of the fallen Kepler is repaired. I need some sleep for now as I didn't get a good nap within a while, so I will end this entry here. Williams out.
Entry 3. Date: 08.06.826 A.S. Time: 0900 hours S.S.T. -A unexpected situation I should put a name to this log so I can reffer to it easily...Hm...What should I name it? What would you name a log? Maybe...I think I will name it "Vance". So, "Vance", yesterday was a regular day until a unexpected situation appeared. Just hear me out, you'll love this. So after returning from Juneau onboard the Kepler's.Pride, we passed Norfolk, and decided to go on a little 'walk' around New York. We went towards Ft. Bush after passing Norfolk. There, what appeared on our scanners was what looked like two Xeno ships and a Outcast...Mastodon...Yes, a Outcast Mastodon if you can believe it. Both me and the Xenos were asking the same thing: How the hell did they get their hands on a Mastodon? Since we were on the same side this time, I agreed with them to a temporary ceasefire so we can figure out what was going out. I told the Xenos to stand off for a bit so we can interrogate the Outcast, or, judging by his IFF, a "Cuatroce". Some new Outcast cartel I think, I don't know and I don't care but it might be essential that I do, just for the sake of safety. I asked the captain where did he get it, and his answer was extremely surprising: A Senator. A senator gave the Outcasts a Mastodon. At the hearing of those words, I decided to destroy the ship and carry on with our mission. We fired just one shot from the Angel to shred it's shields down, the Xenos resolving it's hull after. Both us and the Xenos went away then, going on about our own business. If a senator gave the Outcasts a Mastodon...This can be a huge problem. If there are traitors among the government, which I am sure they are, we need to take care of them as soon as possible, especially the ones like that specific senator. If warships start to be given away to the Outcasts things are gonna go south, they will know how to defeat our ships. Worse, they will share them with their allies, their allies sharing further on with their own allies, basically the Domino effect. I need to talk with someone from the primary fleet command to conduct a investigation, as soon as possible as the house itself is at risk if such things are to go on. We returned to our staging ground in Cortez, remaining vigilant over what happens next. For now, that's all. Putting the name of a executive officer as a log name sounds interesting.... . Williams out.
Entry 4. Date: 11.06.826 A.S. Time: 1145 hours S.S.T. -Risking for the Republic Vance, I am not sure what to do now...Oh for, I thought for a few seconds that I was actually talking to the XO, that is a bit awkward, maybe putting the name of someone I value from the back wasn't really a good idea...? Either way, so, just about half an hour ago among the cold Barrier within Cortez, I received news that we've been given green light to move in the Taus for a deeper field investigation about this incident. Right now I am once again on my soft bed in my quiet quarters, but, I am not sure what to do since it might be the last time I get to stretch myself on it, since if we are going to get a move-on, we're moving onto territories majorly unknown to us. Oh wait...we still need to get Crayter's permission for a foreign capitol asset, oh well, maybe after all we don't have to go....Right? My head is a mess right now, I am just sitting here, laying in wait, awaiting for something to happen. A few days ago I was so excited on a field mission, but now not so much anymore....I still have a family back on 'hattan. I don't want them to receive notice that I perished in combat or went missing, like a complete idiot which I am for starting all this. I am the one who was so dedicated to my homeland, trying to protect it. Right now I need to decide if one life....One life?! There are almost one hundred people aboard this thing, I need to decide if it's worth to possibly sacrifice them, to save over many millions...Each of us fears for his life, but, telling them that I am going to risk their lives for the Republic...I am uncertain about what to do, maybe I should take some pills to calm myself down. There is a fifty-fifty chance about the answer, be it a positive one or a negative one. I just wish now I didn't join the LSF, but if I didn't I wouldn't have met Vance...Nor the other crew members which I became attached to. Ever since that showdown in Cortez a couple weeks ago, we became closer between us. We now trust eachother with our lives, now just kicking it aside would be dishonorable of me...What should I do? Maybe I should ask Anderson for a small consolation? Or should I just take the pills...or both, I really don't know. It's really uncertain as to what I should do now...I, can't take this, I need to talk to someone. I will let this be for now, Williams out.
Entry 4. Date: 11.06.826 A.S. Time: 1145 hours S.S.T. -Risking for the Republic So, right now I just brought to my crew's ears the news about going within the Taus. Everything went well, I have talked with all of them and we are now on our way to Juneau, to prepare for the mission that is next to come. I've decided to take a nap in the meantime, just to close my eyes a bit, hopefully won't fall asleep, incase anything happens. So far everything is going great. I am still a bit anxious about this. Better get back on the bridge for now, to make sure everything is alright. I still have to do something about my current mood, I mean, get rid of this skepticism, I am still a mess, and I can't wait 'til we get to Juneau, a bit of a break eh? Well, I guess for now that's it, dear Vance. Williams out.
Entry 5 Date: 12.06.826 A.S. Time: 2130 hours S.S.T. -A spark of hope. I am feeling so happy right now, I talked to Anderson. The idea of consolation worked, I didn't even require any pills anymore. I just made up my courage and went to Anderson as if shot out of a rifle. I talked with him yesterday, what a lovely conversation!. I went to his quarters, which seemed to have almost no sleeping room, since it was a dull office. Vance is a old-fashioned man, his office resembled that. It had wooden furniture, which I don't remember that it was brought to my notice, strangely. Or maybe I simply forget easily?...No I am not getting into this again. I just laid down on the couch that sat opposite to his desk, I felt like at a psychiatrist, it felt strange yet in the same time good. We talked about our past lives, what do we like, and other things a psychiatrist would ask in general, to get to know the situation better. Even stranger, he actually told me before his service in the LSF he was a psychiatrist like any other, not some sort of special one. Eh? How is that? The talk was very pleasant, encouraged me and, well, I think he even tried to indoctrinate me, with the usual propaganda a army would use. I knew it the moment he started it, but I let it go since I already was but I think I was one of those 'open-minded' ones, but let's be fair after all, my morale is better right now. As usual, if the captain's morale is high, so is the crew's. At least that's how it usually is, isn't it? I admire the way he keeps his calm, inspecting firmly the ship as usual, thinking rational, which is pretty much the opposite of me. I am a twisted person, usually undecided, agitated, with little breaks. Well, at least now I feel better, better get on the bridge for now and be on the lookout, eh? A captain's duties. Despite my usual attitude, I am rather calm and happy now. The last thing I want to add here is the fact that the crew was rather indifferent about going or not going on a little 'field trip', but more inclined towards a positive attitude about it, so for now, I will end this entry here, hopefully the next entry will exist too. Williams out.
Entry 6 Date: 13.06.826 A.S. Time: 1500 hours S.S.T. -Preparations to be done. This is great. We received news that we've been given green light to move on in the Taus, good and bad. More good, bad thing is that we must outfit ourselves properly before our little trip. So, it is time we take the pride of Kepler to Washington, for the best. I guess that's all for now, just need to move onto Washington for a brief period of time. 'Til next time, Vance. Williams out.
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