Martin Neale's Logs

[jasonwill2]

Eighth Entry

I am sorry I have neglected to write in here for so long, but I was accepted, accepted! I am now starting to fly in the Rheinland Military. I finally got a ship up in the sky today and all. Soon I will be killing my former countrymen and exacting revenge on Liberty! Oh! I wonder if father has heard of what I have done yet! When I get the chance I will look into it, but for now, I must celebrate!

For the Fatherland!

Ninth Entry

I went on my first mission today, but it was plagued with my failure. That ship I had must of been flawed. When we set out my auto-pilot didn't break off when needed, or dock when necessary. We went on a fairly secret mission, one which I do not wish to write down here due to its nature. I do not know what the actual intent of it was, but least to say it was exciting, that was, until I was shot down.

On the way back to the Fatherland I was caught by LSF, and I was pounded, hard. I quickly used up all my flares, and I began to lose my bearings. My ship stalled, and I almost died, that is when I first become confused and lost my sense of direction. I didn't see any of my fellow Rheinlanders in sight, and I didn't know how many Liberterons were on me. I think it was no more than three, but it felt like 8.

As soon as the second time my ship stalled, it was destroyed, and I ejected with my pod. I do not know what became of the mission, in fact, I do not remember much beyond my ship blowing up. I don't even know for sure if my ship stalled, I think. I took a blow to the head near the first stall, maybe I got a concussion? I hit it off of something in the ship... something was definitely wrong with that ship.

I'm starting to regain full awareness again, but it is still a little hazy. I just hope the others made it out all right. At least I am back at Hamburg.

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Where I was born was not my choice, but where I want to be, and what, is.

-Martin Neale