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# Letters from the Front
> Centaxday
> 3rd Mo., 11th Day, 44ABY
> 18.07
`##BEGIN TRANSMISSION##`
—How does this thing work? Is it on?
_Yes, I think it is. Here, let me check._
`###INAUDIBLE——ERROR###`
`###AUDIBLE: CLICK###`
Thank you, Captain Bly.
_You’re welcome. I’ll leave you be._
`###AUDIBLE: BLAST DOOR OPEN/CLOSE###`
Uh, so…
We found him. The DIA and the OSI tracked him. I don’t suppose you know who the DIA or the OSI are: The Dajorra Intelligence Agency, and the Office of Secret Intelligence. Arcona and Taldryan. Both agencies working in tandem…
I never thought I’d see it, not again in my military career. Not since our Crusade. But we found them.
… All of them.
They fought like animals. Dogmatic, durasteel zealots.
I have participated in many battles, fought many wars. But this—
This was something else.
`###INAUDIBLE——ERROR###`
They kept coming. Wave after wave.
They were… erratic, uncontrolled, and yet… unstoppable.
The durasteel warriors were the worst. A hail of blaster fire from the repeaters giving them cover, and then they... it was like butchery.
We secured that beachhead though. That was our instruction. And we did well. Artillery, anti-infantry, anti-aircraft, mass driver cannons. A shield generator, too. So much firepower for one inconsequential base. Well, we thought it was at the time. We soon found out why it was so heavily fortified. Him. He—
I hate myself for it, but I was so scared… So scared.
`###AUDIBLE: SOB###`
They just kept coming… I know I’ve said that already, but I can’t put it into words. I close my eyes, and I see them now.
Crazed and bald, emerging through the fine soot-like dust. And those basalt columns… _Elizabeth-I_ is… it’s an environment befitting the terror of the battle that took place.
I couldn’t move. I just couldn’t…
`###AUDIBLE: BLAST DOOR OPEN/CLOSE###`
—Oh, welcome back, Captain. I’m still record—
_You have been summoned by the General._
Wh— what? Why?
_Now…_
`##END TRANSMISSION##`
`-*-*-*-*-`
`##BEGIN TRANSMISSION##`
> Zhellday
> 3rd Mo., 13th Day, 44ABY
> 03.48
_Sergeant Tane Craet. Age: 38. Deceased. Taungsday 3rd month, 12th day. Time of death, 00.11. _Elizabeth-I_._
_My name is Captain Bly. I was your son’s commanding officer._
_Sergeant Craet was a fine soldier for most of his career. He fought bravely alongside Arconans and Taldryanites alike. He did both Selen and Dajorra—the light of our star—proud._
_I am, however, obligated to notify you of Sergeant Craet’s dishonour and, as a result, his subsequent execution._
`###INAUDIBLE——ERROR###`
_The Sergeant was observed retreating from the battle. By the order of the Shadow Lord, her Shadow Scion, and the Shadesworn proper, deserters face **The Penalty**._
_Arcona sustains the Dajorra System. It gave you and your son—and his siblings—meaning, purpose._
_To disobey an order is to disobey the Shadow Lord. To disobey the Shadow Lord is to bite the hand that feeds you._
_I would like to say Sergeant Craet took **The Penalty** well; he did not._
_Your son was permitted one last holorecording. At the time, he was unaware of his fate. As is protocol, his last holorecording has been attached as a prologue to this notification
_In due course, Dajorra Intelligence Agency agents shall attend your property. You will comply with their orders._
_By the light of our star Dajorra,_ **Arcona Invcita**
`##END TRANSMISSION##`
`##DELIVERED BY: DAJORRA INTELLIGENCE AGENCY##`