Day 2
Last night, there were 1205 raids on Earther military sites and research facilities. In my twelve cycles in the Armada, I've never seen an onslaught so precise and yet so massive. It's like Drigondii took a thousand needles and threw them at a thousand targets in one fell swoop. I didn't even realize an operation like this was truly possible. There's been almost no destruction of Earther territories, nations, persons, or property.
Drigondii spent the entire day speaking to crowds and having conferences with Earther news organizations. His natural abilities seem endless. Whether he's fighting, speaking, or even playing music, his talents are incomparably great. Unfortunately, his business today meant dinner was rescheduled, and I was unable to speak to him about the temple I found. The fact that we were not given surface clearance today also meant I wasn't able to go back.
I sent another letter to Pri today. I haven't heard back from her since we reached the Inrya Point. That was almost a cycle ago. I hope Gildr's alright.
Day 3
We had to launch the Dragons this morning. The Americans are still putting up the biggest fight, but the Chinese aren't far behind. It seems their military was weakened by a recent war. There's evidence of the large nation once having a much higher population, though it now hosts a people numbering around 900 Million. The entire world seems scarred by tragedy. Nuclear fallout scars much of the terrain here, but it's still a very beautiful planet. Even the areas bearing large amounts of contamination have impressive monuments built around them, typically with the sword of Drigan'di protruding from the ground over and over.
I interrogated a prisoner. He didn't know anything, but I made him talk anyway. Soon, he was bursting with information he didn't even know was in his brain. I'm not proud of the things I did, but when it was over, we were able to send the man home with a careful mindsweep. He may never remember what I did to him, but I will. No man could ever be forgiven for such things.
I had a dream last night. Or was it day? Time has ceased to matter in such a way. In the dream, I was before the Great Throne. I was giving an account of my life, and I couldn't atone for the things I've done in the few days I've been on this broken planet. I woke up drenched in sweat and tears. How will I deal with the war once the planet below me gets over the shock of its occupation? So many will die at my hand.
I spoke to Drigondii after I wrote the last of this. I finally managed to ask him about the Sword and the man on it. Apparently, it's not a Sword here. It's a rendition of an ancient public torture and execution device known as a crux or cross. The man on it is called Jesus. I tried to ask more, but the Monarch didn't have time. He recommended I talk to one of the Earther piscopoliteers, called priests here. He granted me leave for the next two days to do so. I have to admit I'm excited but also incredibly nervous, and I can't explain why. I could have sworn I felt the Great One staring at me from behind those golden doors. I have to talk to one of these priests. There must be at least one at that temple I found.
There's a shuttle waiting on me in the Auxiliary Hangar. I'll write more later. To whom am I even writing this, anyway? Will even I read these later? No point wondering. I have a drop to catch.
