July 11, 821 AS
Ever since my appointment to the High Command, I have not seen much on the frontlines. I have not seen firsthand the sacrifices those men and women on the front made to fight for Liberty. In these recent weeks, my job has consisted of approving projects, providing experienced input or criticism... Mostly... all of them... just plain paperwork.
I can't express my grief at what it felt to lead... It has been so long since I've commanded a fleet. Probably because being an Admiral proves to be too valuable to be on the frontlines... but I'm more reliable being on the front, with those officers and pilots. I do believe that having the presence of a high-ranking officer will increase the morale of our troops; moreover, give them the psychological advantage that knowing that the who leads them is a battle-hardened and well-experienced man.
Today's battle had our entire High Command on sight... in several ships. I tried my best to locate the Rheinlanders but... it was too late. They bared down on some of our capital ships.... The first to fall was a carrier.. Our carrier... Poor captain didn't have a chance. After that... everything went downhill...
All of em... shot down... God help them if they've garnered any injuries. I felt angry at those Krauts... Even though, some of em went down... Our losses are far greater then theirs... Aren't we suppose to be winning this war?
I felt the need to do something right after the disastrous defeat... Gathering what ships I could... I went onboard the Cloverfield back to Houston... Some Krauts were celebrating their victory... I should've -waited- for the rest of our small fleet to arrive but my hatred for them got the better of me. We managed to down one of their ships... without losing what few precious ships we had. Atleast a miniscule victory to end the day.
June 18, 822 AS
It has been... nearly half a year since my last entry.
I've recovered from a serious illness. The metallic heart that they gave me failed. But miraculously, I recovered.
I was forced to remove TIM from the MacArthur due to this; although before, I have refined the TMR to an extent that it's radiation effects were minimal at best.
Apparently, the radiation spread to my brain. Doctors were baffled that I recovered so quickly after it did. They said that a coma from this type of radiation lasts usually years, in most cases results in death. But I'm still here lucky to be alive and mine lasting only months.
I am indeed -lucky- to retain my consciousness. A week or so after I recovered, they transferred me to the Reserve Fleet and sent to Richmond Military Academy to conduct classes on capital ship warfare. They seem to have been observing me.
These past few days I've gradually returned to active duty; although, the new Fleet Admiral.... Nathaniel Davis hasn't given me my reinstatement notice yet.
It is good to see old faces...
I have met the new ones as well. It is wonderful to see that people are joining up.
Something happened last night... I was with Captain Morse when I felt a strange signal. It was like I was drawn to it. I was forced to reactivate the TMR to protect myself.
The source was a Kate Miller... I believe I saw her before from that party we had back at the Rolling Stones. I think she was that purple haired woman, but then there were two of them. The one I talked to wasn't probably her.
If I could remember correctly, the one that approached was Aurora.
It's odd... Back then I couldn't sensed that they were Nomads... not without the help of the TMR. But just last night... I could sense Kate's presence.
Am I being delirious or is this something else...
She seemed to know more about this war than I do... but she did mention that the Nomads were indirectly involved... But didn't we defeat them a long time ago?
I'll have to ask around my contacts. In the meantime, if I have developed some sort of power to sense Nomads this could work out to our advantage. I'll have to look into similar cases.
June 25, 822 AS
I need to find out what that material is... Az... God... what was the name of that... Azu-Azurite! Yes, maybe those Snow sisters really know what their talking about.
I am hesitant to contact them ever since my encounter with one of them. Tara Snow, she seems reluctant to assist the Navy. My position now in the Navy entails careful movement lest I am being monitered.
Why didn't the team at Willard knew anything about it... Did they allow this to happen? Why haven't they contacted me ever since...
I've been with this certain Lieutenant... well he's not a Lieutenant now. He's been a great wingman to have during patrol but there's something odd with him. Is he a spy? Sent to monitor me? No, that couldn't be.
It appears he's friends with the Snow sisters. Maybe he could be a bridge to them... but then again the Lieutenant express his disdain of my inaction against the Hellfire. Though he did have a point. If I'm to find out some answers, I'll have to make it up to him. I have to... engage the Hellfire.