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December 4, 2434
Barren, Mitchell D., 2nd Lieutenant
4th Fleet, 4th Fleet Security Forces (FSF)

Dear Dad,

For the first time in weeks, I don’t really have much to report. We have been standing by the last few days and not much has been going on. Things have become a stalemate for the time being. We managed to push the GFI back far enough to provide comfort and security to the civilian populations that were in harm’s way.

We also took enough command and control centers out of commission to where there is a noticeable effect on the GFI attack forces. They have on scene authorities and it is clear that they have taken command. The individual units and attack groups are doing fine on there own but there is a noticeable difference in the overall picture.

We are working on getting into their communications but that is proving to be more difficult. We were hoping that the access we were able to attain from the command and control centers would get us into their radio chatter but that wasn’t the case.

Lucky for them and unlucky for us, the men and woman we were able to capture activated some kind of fail-safe that scrambled the ansible’s systems and won’t allow access into their comm network. Our tech experts are working on it but no one is holding their breath. It would have been a plus but I have yet to hear of a battle where one side got everything they wanted.

My team and I are starting to get a little worn out. We have had some sporadic time off but it has not yet been enough time to truly decompress. Most of them were cut short. My team is hanging in there but they are going to need a real breather sometime soon and more than a day of access to fresh air and open space.

The ship may have a pretty good amount of space when you factor in the size and compare it to the ratio of most ships and the number of crew members aboard, but no matter what the size, you always know that you are still living in a metal can. Constantly breathing recycled air and drinking recycled water eventually will take its toll on anyone, no matter how much training.

The word from some of my guys back at the outpost are telling me that there is the talk of having my team reassigned back to the outpost. To be honest, I think my team and I would find that to be a nice change of pace. We love to travel but there are times when a break from travel is also nice. That decision will depend on too many things though. The outcome of this GFI attack for starters.

There would also be a lot of changes if that were the case. Now that I hold an officer’s rank, my position within the unit would have to change. They spent a pretty large amount of money training my team to do what we have been doing so I don’t foresee administrative work of any kind in our immediate future. At least, not a full-time administrative position.

It would be nice to be able to spend a little more time with Russell though. Who knows? Maybe some of his intelligence will rub off on me and I can consider going back to college at some point. I can see it now. Me, sitting in a college government and economics class, surrounded by a bunch of kids more than 10 years younger than me, asking questions about the war with the GFI, and then the professor giving answers that I know to be false because of security classifications.

Now that I think about it. I don’t know if that would be a good course of action for me. I am already an officer in the Fleet now and I didn’t require a degree to get here. I have to tell you Dad, I believe that this is going to be my life. I know I was on the fence and you and Mom thought I would be done after my 10th year, but things have changed.

I am doing well and I am doing good. I am serving with good people and the things we are doing are right and just. I can’t imagine doing anything else that would satisfy me as much as what I am doing here and now. We are making a difference and our work is saving lives. This is the path for me. I think I have made my decision Dad. I am going to make Fleet service my career.

Plus….I get to shoot all the coolest guns, play with the most advanced military technology available, and Dad, I get to blow shit up (please leave this paragraph out when you read this letter to Mom). You know how it is. This is what I dreamed of when we were kids. I love this shit, Dad. The adventure and excitement. I don’t want to walk away from this.

Well, it looks like we are now heading back to Outpost 86. I will keep you posted as to what is going on once we get there and get our orders. I hope that you and Mom are well. Please give my best to the rest of the family. I love you all.



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