Personal log: Clarice Kellermann, Vice-Admiral
GTD Phoenicia
July 2nd, 2367


It has been twenty-one hours since we abandoned the Capella node, and I fear that our time may be at an end. Command's orders to hold our position were grossly overconfident. Our lines had been overrun, and our ship just barely escaped from imminent death. For whatever it was worth, thousands of officers of the Alliance were saved. If only I could have foreseen the sheer firepower of that warship, I would have ordered the ships of the fleet stationed at the node to retreat to Capella where the Colossus awaited. I know Admiral Petrarch would have done that if he were in my position.

The Shivans found us several hours ago. We've repelled multiple waves of strike craft, and we were able to direct enough power to our beams to destroy a pair of Cains before burning them out. Now most of our weapons systems our inoperable, and our sublight engines are failing. A Demon-class destroyer, the Zabaniyya, is catching up to us, and it is likely the Shivans will send more warships to attack us-

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My sensory officer just reported a pair of faint contacts twenty kilometers off our starboard. They are attempting to punch transmissions through the radiation. Allied forces have found us! Maybe, just maybe, we may make it out of this after all...