Fever Pitch

Captain's log, 8.23.114,

She took the interbus home this morning, and my heart goes with her. Meanwhile, I turn my mind and eyes back to the North, to the fevered melee that has quickly become all-consuming for many of my comrades. With our foes arrayed against us, It's almost disheartening.

But then I see my allies flying beside me, in numbers I had thought impossible, and I remember:
We are no longer the small alliance that we once were. We're a coalition, strong, and in it's prime, not yet having begun the inevitable decline that all empires will eventually undergo.

It's amazing, to realize that we are no longer a baby alliance. We've grown up. Now we find ourselves slowly but surely taking not just the entire West, but the North as well. Tribute is a rich region, filled with Technetium, more than any other region in the cluster - something to bolster our already considerable wallet against our enemies.

And yesterday, an incentive program for skirmish commanders and fleet commanders was announced, as well as a new position: Senior Skirmish Commander.

The violence of this war shocks me - I'm used to watching hostiles run away, not to have massive fleets engage every day of the week - not just single fleets, but Massive, Multi-Fleet forces on both sides clashing in enormous slugfests. Losses on both sides are high, but the strategic goals are slowly but very surely washing away against the inoxerable tide of the CFC.

And yet my mind still returns to her. To our lovemaking, to our talks, and to everything she represents to me. The fighting in space is as fevered as our lovemaking, and as a result, I've never been happier.

The nightmares are slowly getting better - I haven't had one in the last two nights. However, having a beautiful woman beside me during the night probably had a huge effect.

...I wonder what Mata is doing...