26-04-YC124

Arline tells me Ishta is coming here, to Port Sarum.  That girl is indefatigably wilful, but what am I to tell her when she arrives?  Sasha is not here waiting for her - he is on his way with another three of our comrades to a military hospital.  His wounds are serious, but not fatal.  He was lucky.

We did not expect the enemy to have such war machines as they did and defeating them was no easy task, especially not with their cluster munitions.  I expect they will have more of them, but we shall armed with knowledge next time and know how to deal with them quickly.  They seem vulnerable to a strong electro-magnetic pulse, the discovery of which we have Mechanic Dyachenko to thank.  Once disabled, albeit momentarily, they fall to concentrated fire.  A well-placed sniper shot can severe a fuel-line as well.

With Section One cycled out and Section Three in, we can begin our next objective.  Arline expects this to give us a psychological edge, and I am inclined to agree.  It shall certain help our morale and, one hopes, that of remaining civilian survivors.  It may even encourage more partisans.

We truly are doing the right thing here, liberating our people from a hated invader.  I at first found it unsettling, even disheartening, when some of our own - by which I mean natives of New Eden, not Amarrians - sided with the enemy, but now I realise they were as spiritually lost as the Triglavians themselves.  We shall send all their souls back to God with flame and fire, to be purified.

We are doing God's Work.

That is why our injuries, especially my own, are as nothing.

 21-04-YC124

I should be happy if I never see that vile garish colour again.  I think we all shall.  This the aftermath of whatever dark science the Invaders used and I can only imagine how those trapped here felt as the star that had once given them life sickened, twisted, and all but died.  We are doing all we can to avenge that evil.

It feels strange, but as busy as we have been, with striking against the Triglavians in all manners at our disposal, I also find enough time to dwell on any number of subjects, mostly in relation to our enemy.  I did wonder if Triglavians were capable of feeling fear, and now I know that to very much be the case.  It should have been obvious, of course, but they have been quite a mystery in many ways so one could not be sure.  That particular matter, however, has been quite thoroughly answered, along with any questions about the physical and mental capabilities of the enemy to resist enhanced questioning techniques.

Do they have souls?  Perhaps that is a question best left to theologists and philosophers, but my personal opinion is that they must do.  Are not all things creations of God, even these corrupted beings?  Perhaps they are what happens when a race completely abandons God, turning their back once and for all on all that is Holy.  Even the Tribals that have rejected The Faith still cleave to some form of spiritual belief, which, one could argue, stills shows some understanding of The Almighty, if somewhat clouded and child-like.  But these things!  I have seen nothing that resembles even the most debased of religious practices and am very much convinced I never shall.

Yet no-one can truly escape God.  Everything exists under The Almighty's watchful eye and all must bow, knowingly or not, to Divine Will, even these benighted creatures.  I have heard some whisper that the Invaders are some sort of punishment sent by God for the sins in New Eden, whilst others have seen them as a test of Faith, or at least as such for those of  The Faith.  I am not sure I am convinced either of those are the case.  The more I contemplate the broken body and smashed face of the one lying in front of me, the more I think that they were not so much sent to us by God, but directed here by the Unseen Hand of the Divine.  Why would God do such a thing?

Perhaps it is not God's design that they have been sent to punish us, but instead have been driven to this place so that we may save them, through fire and flame.

Fire and Flame to return them to Paradise.

I think it is time to cycle my team out.  They have outshone themselves in action here.  Thebeka and Floseswin will seem as nothing compared to what we have faced, and achieved, in Raravoss.  They deserve to reap some reward.

 06-04-YC124

I am forgetting how long we have been here.  I had not actually realised the time that had passed until I shuttled back another casualty a few days ago and spoke, very briefly, to Ishta.  It was a pleasure to see her, although she could not hide the anxiety in her eyes.  I could not tell her very much, of course, other than reassure her that Sasha is well.

Arline's declaration shall cause quite the stir, I should imagine.  I wonder what Lord Sarum shall make of a commoner claiming the Holdership of Raravoss.  One hopes that the intention is not lost, showing the invader that we have not relinquished territory that is rightfully ours, granted to the Empire by the Grace of God.

I wonder if anyone shall care who Lady Crow is.  Likely not, and likely she shall be ignored and looked over in the Final Victory.

The time has come for me to join the 601st fully on the ground, I think.  I wish to be there with them.  Our gains have been tremendous in terms of what we have done compared to our numbers.  Linking with pockets of resistance and supplying them not only with equipment and materiel, but with hope and the knowledge that they have not been abandoned and forgotten.  All the time striking against the enemy, inflicting far more damage than we take.

We will defeat the enemy, we will drive them out of our homes, and God will Bless us with Victory, for we are His Chosen People.

There can be no other way.

I am looking forward to this fight.

God Feedeth The Ravens.