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Mother Confessor:

As hard as I try to fall asleep, it does not come. Tossing and turning as my mind buzzes with thoughts. Wandering across my mind, as to why it is giving me so much trouble. I have done something new, and in many ways life changing. In fact it was selfless and constructive. Dare I say nice. So why am I being tormented by the inability to get some rest. Not sure the cause for the excess mental activity, as I continue roaming on the hard bunk trying to find a comfortable position.

After spending the better part of a restless hour. I finally succumb to sheer physical exhaustion. Not going to be in the best of spirits come the morning.

Graxis:

Sure glad that is settled. I feel much more at ease after having all the facts to as why the Uldivarions were coming into our dilemma. It was a bit jarring to hear about the use of the nuclear weapons from the Titan class armor we stole back on Ceres. Even if it was a tactical strike on non living entities, I still found it questionable. Though I could see how that would be a lot more effective instead of having to battle robots on top of a standing army. Taking into account that we are going to have to face the autonomous soldiers either way. Replaying out the future plans for our assault on Terra, laying on my bunk in the silence of my quarters. It sounds simple to exact a precision strike, in practice would be another matter entirely. Despite the way the Ober-Commander wants to limit collateral damage. I do not feel there is a way to avoid it. It will be a risk to think that the Confederation will simply meet us headlong in an open war outside of populated areas. They may decide to use the cities for the battle grounds. Just have to wait and address the problem when it comes up.

Marckus:

Wow, that was an interesting meal. Sure threw me a curve. Although it was an odd array of things that I had never had the pleasure of eating. The Uldivarions have a weird sense of taste. Kind of sad that I would have been much happier with an MRE over their strand dietary staples. As for our little meet and greet fiasco, our business in honing down our plans for hitting Terra went rather well. Turns out that Uldivarions are better tacticians, than cooks. The Commander assured me that it was fairly reasoned in using the medium yield nukes on the Chairmen’s little robot boys. Though Captain Graxis seemed a little rattled by the idea.

Rolling onto my side snuggly locked away in my privacy, I continue my musings. Just one more quick stop at Mars to get that rifle for Red, and take out that sneaky little Confed post sitting on their bulbous red ass. Think I will take the little blue greenie with me, and give her a taste of what it is like to pilot an armor frame in a live zone. Better for her to learn what it is going to be like once we hit Terra. Sure hope she is up to the task. Who am I kidding? Just because she gave up one destructive skill, doesn’t mean she was not going to be the same ruthless bitch in the field. Going to need every available able body on this one. As harsh as it is, I am taking the training wheels from her a tad early. Perhaps I should consult Graxis for a better idea of what I am getting. After all she is his responsibility.