Personal Log: Lt. Lance Casey
I wish I were a marine. Less baby sitting, fast results. Of course, you're usually dead a lot faster. Maybe that's not such a bad thing…

We pushed into Talos and made it through. Currently en route to Cygnus.

Supposedly we'll be helping to drive a wedge in the Alien forces. I don't know about that. I feel like a pebble in a dam that's got more than a few cracks.

There are still reports of civies out there acting like idiots. Zero promised and delivered some info on the alien virus that makes me very uncomfortable. Supposed to be more on the way…good bedtime reading. Jesus.

I'm glad I didn't let the Captain down in Talos. Only so many escorts you can run before you start wondering how many 'sects you could be burning if you weren't playing watchdog over some transports. Only so many after that until you start acting on those impulses. These new weapons would have been a welcome addition during the first offensive. Mosquitoes have saved my ass a few times.

Maestro is bragging his head off, taking credit for as much as he can smirk to the women about. Even Spyder seems to be slightly better spirits. We're all feeling the strain though. Shift length is ridiculous. The Captain is trying to run this tub like a full-fledged carrier, with a third of the crew. I hope we can maintain under this pressure.

I have to remember to bug Maestro about what he has in his quarters. I know he's tanked before he ever meets us at the bar. This isn't fair, and he's afraid of facial injuries. I think I better go speak with him.