Loss

[Cptn Corizon 0]

Fog out my daylight, torture my night,

Feels like I’m falling, far out of sight…

 

It was simultaneously the most empty and tired feeling that Corizon could ever remember himself being. In the course of forty-eight hours he’d lost two teams, got one back and had an entire squadron of fighter pilots in his morgue, the latter sucked dry of blood and life.

 

Thank the gods his team on the planet had been rescued safely by the Marines and Security with the help of Lexin, or other wise he’d be in a drunken stupor the likes he hadn’t done since the War.

 

A long deep sign escaped his pale lips. It was 1536, just a few hours before he was scheduled to meet with the HaVorante Ambassador to discuss the markings on his dead pilots and the mysterious vessel that had warped out of the system just as Excalibur entered the system. He hated diplomacy. He hated diplomacy even more when he had better things to do, like go chasing the ships that left the nebula.

 

The bridge crew and his senior staff had made it no secret what they wanted to do when those ships left, but his duty was to the living first, revenge could wait. That didn’t make it any easier though.

 

He glanced back to his desk…

 

To the Family of Airman First Class Jai Wright,

 

It is my most somber duty, as your son’s commanding officer, to inform you that he has perished in the line of service to the Federation on my watch.

 

While your son only served under my command for a short time, I am told by his direct supervisors that he was amongst the best pilots in his squadron, and served with distinction in his brief tenure aboard the Excalibur, bringing peace by the sword, but a peace found only under liberty.

 

I wish there were words I could express to ease the pain and suffering I know this letter will cause you, but sadly I know that this loss can not simply be made easy. To you, I convey my deepest sympathies.

 

Sincerely,

Captain Ah-Windu Corizon,

Commanding Officer, USS Excalibur

 

One down, too many to go.