Stoat - A log

[Stoat]

I have often wondered how I can sit back and observe as my beloved Bretonia is torn apart by war with the Kusari. Again and again they send their attacks against Leeds, occasionally forcing their way through to New London, and even Dublin. The Guild forbids me to take a stance against one of the Houses, but I have found this a heavy cross to bear. Yet I have managed, until recently. Three days ago, faced with a Kusari battleship breaching the line and attempting to wreak havoc in Dublin, a red mist descended upon me. Never before have I known its like. I was filled with rage at the temerity of the invaders. This is MY home, MY space, and they dare to threaten that. All thoughts of the Guild fled. I was a burning light, purging the darkness brought by the Kusari. The guns of my Orca were unerringly accurate, and with BAF battleships and bombers finally mobilised, the invader did not last long. He was taken down with minimal Bretonian losses. I look upon this gun-cam image over and over, and smile.



I think back now, and I am unable to feel any sense of wrong-doing. Perhaps the Guild have heard. Perhaps some sanction against me is already being devised. I do not care. But where has this sea-change come from? I have never discarded the values of the Guild before. It was unthinkable .................. there is still part of me that finds it so. I am at a loss as to what is happening to me. I am confused, yet I feel no fear.

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