[Barnet]

Syph, 2213 

A memoir found upon dunes within the Silent Expanse, left behind a caravan trail.
 

I've taken a recent liking to putting thoughts down on paper. 

There is a sanctity in ink that cannot be spoiled by the rapid and shifting mind.  

I might forget, but this page certainly does not.

Much has happened in relatively short time, really. 

War. Betrayal. Finding oneself again. It can certainly be overwhelming. 

The world spins so very fast. I saw us grow in such short time. 

From a burgeoning village in the desert, to being the entirety and some more. To become an Empire. War. 

A certain someone doubted us, and wished for our downfall. Betrayal. 

And finding a warmth that I never knew existed. Something to balance between the unusual frost one might find in the desert. 

...that isn't to say that it can't be so damn hot here sometimes. Even more so than the farm. A miracle that an oasis was there to settle upon. 

But it marches on, doesn't it? Further conflict. Assignments. Newfound friends, and something else there as well. 

We make landfall this year on the island. New and old foe alike, a matter to be settled in steel. 

They call me a dog of the Empire. Chained to my liege, nothing more than an implement. 

But I have to ask them-- Is the best soldier not the most sophisticated tool?

...I can only hope to return and prove myself right.