"Both my fathers informed me of the horrors of war. When I graduated the academy though... well they were perhaps the proudest parents on site, mixed messages guys, mixed messages!

War is a monstrous affair though, on that they certainly didn't pull the parental punches (or rib strikes... ). At least it is nice and balmy by the smoldering transports and "tanks". Fighting insurgents is never as enjoyable as fighting a dedicated military. Insurgents for one are ideological idiots, in the face of a galactic presence they might as well be grains of sand trying to take on the the desert!

Even less enjoyable is fighting former former Commonwealth soldiers, and... ugh, "Protectorate" mercenaries. The latter I hate with the fiery fury of Phoros himself! The latter I only find irritable. I would call them cowardly but there are few cowardly acts one can criticize when an entire Battlegroup is taking up your airspace. Putting these guys them in the ground is easy, too easy. Their bodies are frailer, their armor is weaker. But they come in such numbers it's ridiculous how quickly one can line up confirmed kills! Urban warfare is my favorite kind, yes you could call me a war hungry psychopath with a racist streak, you would be right on those fronts, like I said I despise Ha'Shanae.

Sadly the concept of "Lady Luck is a bitch!" rung true for me, not really a clever expression. I don't know why the other civs keep calling humans "clever". A scuffle with one of their anti-armor units had me fighting with one arm for the rest of the engagement! It made me mad since that arm would be coming out of my field-expense account. I liked that arm, anti-armor warheads sadly don't leave much left, even ones as diminutive as theirs! That little incident aside the engagement proceeded mostly as planned. Routing the insurgents only took a standard 30-hour cycle, I was about to report to Brigadier Sahna when a rather energetic field reporter caught my eye.

Bashful and rather bushy-tailed, he was even bouncy on his feet! Anxious, first time in the thick of it and not the aftermath I guessed. It took him all of five milliseconds to decide my battle damage must have an epic tale behind it... who was I to disagree with the impressionable youth? Much to the dismay of the rest of my unit he wanted me to strike a pose for the Lines of Tomorrow newsletter, like I would say no to such a cute fa... ahem I mean to such exuberance! A few careful prop placements later, namely my helmet on the ground, laid-back handling of a very expensive projector system (calling it a rifle is so misinformative... ), I flashed him my best shit-eating grin (and a suggestive gesture that turned him so red I swear he had to be part tomato plant... ) and the rest is history. I know what you are thinking. Did I invite him to my quarters afterwards? Yes... and I never did get that arm deducted out of my account... score! <3"

A little insight into my character and his role on the battlefield as well as some of his less-cos