Personal Log
Ensign Noemi Laporte
UED Solaris

Debris from yesterday's blitz is still coming down all over Earth. The pictures from groundside are gorgeous, until you realize that a lot of those shooting stars are probably bodies.

The orbitals are in ruins. I don't think anyone expected the Blitz. Someone in the Admiralty - Byrne, maybe? - must have assumed the Tevs wanted to capture everything intact. So much for that notion! Now here we are...our spaceborne infrastructure shot out from under us, our fleet facing a six-month operational window before fuel and ammo start becoming a serious problem.

And what does Byrne do? He announces that we're going to cut flight operations and restrict combat deployments in order to 'preserve our assets for the long war ahead.' What 'long war'? The Tevs smashed the Luna garrison and nearly put troops down on the surface. They could probably hit Earth with shoulder-launched rockets from there! 

Rumor has it that Admiral Steele is pulling his ships back to Europa and gathering his strength for a decisive push in the next few months. Anyone can see that we're ready to lose this war.

Kassim wasn't on the flight roster for the Rheza mission. In fact, I haven't seen him since his breakdown. I want to feel bad for him but instead I'm furious. Everyone is just giving up...where the hell is our backbone? We should be returning the favor, pushing back, hitting Jupiter or the node!

I keep thinking of Lorna Simms, charging into the fray at Rheza. Her voice on the comm, so casually fierce,  almost joyous in its savagery. I feel more akin to her than to anyone here...even dear, tired Uncle Manuel.

He's being transferred out. I'll miss him, but not as much as I would have a month ago.

I'm not the same as these people any more. I want to kill Tevs. I crave that rush so hard it frightens me.


