Tides of Change

[Tommeh]

A calm evening was at Toledo's surface...Fleet Admiral's main office isolated from rest of the underground complex was in silence...you could only hear occasional foot steps and chatter of night shift patrols down the corridors...
Something strange felt in those underground bunkers, people were avoiding going anywhere alone, fear crept under people's skin, every few weeks, one or two pilots snaped from all the stress, panic, memories of fallen wingmens...

Jack was sitting in his office in dark, enjoying the silence and peace which lately does not come around often.
His console started beeping...an incoming transmission from Major Eriksson.
He lowered his feets from table, and gave a closer look to the transmission...
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After carefully reading and replying to every said word, Jack felt exhausted, tired by constant mourning coming from all ranks.
What is happening to us? How long will we manage to keep up like this, god damn it, with all the batttles, we are scattered on many fronts, being pushed from all sides...
Order's future is not bright, we are taking daily loses, and yet no near end is visible.
Jack's last thoughts were, as his head hit the desk, and he fell asleep.

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