Personal Log: Lt. Lance Casey
Never seen so many bugs at one time. Never. I didn't think I'd ever use so much ordinance in my career. The Wasp has always been the mother load of firepower and I just about drained her dry on one intercept.
I don't even want to think about what might have happened if I hadn't helped zap those two 'sects running for the jump. The fight through the Courage system was hard enough without those bugs getting to tell all their friends about us. The Captain gave us just the right pat on the back…said he'd buy me a drink, can't turn that down.
Maestro isn't taking this well at all. He said he had some "supplies" to help him out, don't even want to think about what that means. Zero is really worried about the number of mercs exposing themselves to the Alien scrap. I don't know what to think about any of this. Just when the Confederation looks like it has its act together we have several thousand morons with ships willing to screw it all up.
Jean is distant, I've been trying to get through the Stiletto armor to find out what's wrong, but with no luck. Spyder has just turned into Mr. Regs. His voice sounds older, his attitude scarily focused. I'm glad to have the guy on my wing, but I want to personally put him on a shuttle for the nearest officer resort the second this thing is over.
Jesus, we've only been on this assignment for a heartbeat and already things feel like we've been in the shit for months.
Next up we're hitting the Ella system. I've always wanted to see the Ella starbase, big enough to house the Midway between her landing bays. Supposed to be quite a sight.
Now if only the bugs will comply and make this a pleasurable visit. I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll be doing more blasting than sightseeing.
By the way, "We're gonna miss you bug"? I have no idea what is funny to these guys, but that, for the record, was not funny. I've got to check on getting the air mixture they're getting.