From the log of Geffen Pildram ex-acting commander of The Glorious Morning a Hercules class Juggernaught of the Fourth Great Terran Empire.
Sometime after the battle centered around New Eden (e.6970)
The horrors I have witnessed in my time umongst the viral invaders are something wich I cannot describe, They forbid it for fear that any man that learned of what was awaiting them should they surrender themselves would choose to self-destruct rather than be assimilated. I still do not know why they let me keep my mind, But what they probably deem a gift is in fact a curse I wouldn`t wish upon anyone, I wish I had died in the war.
The war, The last great battle to deny the encroaching hoard. We had to make that one final stand and hope we could drive enough of them off so as to save those that still survived on Eden. Eden was our last stronghold, The last glimmer of hope. But now its burned, Been consumed and left to rott. I just hope my wife was killed in the bombings.
My ship was stationed in a perminant orbit around Eden, a kind of deterrant to any that might wish to soil our great land. And in the 20 years I was stationed on it there was nothing more than the typical tedium of keeping up appearances. That is why when suddenly a huge fleet from the home-system appeared without warning we were so slow to react. We had no knowlege of the war, No real inclination of trouble. They barely got within coms distance than another darker force appeared behind them.
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