Personal log: Robert Bain, Lieutenant, Delta 3, 199th Longbows
GTD Phoenicia
July 1st, 2367

I've never felt more useless.

Destroying that portal should have ended this, but it didn't. The Sath came, sending a handful of warships on ahead to Capella before our blockade was fully assembled. The rest of its fleet was still assembling in the nebula when the reports came it; the juggernaut was heading straight for us. We had no need to deploy all of our squadrons; we thought the craft available would be enough to contend with its air wing while our warships and bombers would whittle the bastard down for the Colossus to finish. Hell, we hardly scratched its paint! Here's hoping they can finish the job, for the sake of the Alliance.

The fighter bay's wrecked. Craft flung around, debris deeper than an olympic swimming pool. We can't launch any craft, effectively trapped in here until someone comes and pries us out. Now I've heard the Shivans are closing in -- faint radar blips tens of thousands of kilometers away. Scouts probably.

The GTVA better find us, before the Destroyers do...

