Personal Log
Noemi Laporte

Simms was afraid that her squadron would die. She tried to stop caring about them, so that it wouldn't hurt.

I've been with Falcata for long enough that our body language and dreams bleed together. I've been with them in ways that I don't think I would share with a lover, friend, or sibling - moments of transparency that blur the line between intimacy and indifference. We act like fingers on a hand.

Vidaura tells me that their names are chosen from pools of fictional characters. I think this is a way for them to remember that they're constructs. Tools for a mission.

I'm not named for a fictional character. But then again, Falcata was assigned to me as more than a tactical unit. They're my prosthetic. Each a piece of a whole person.

What would I feel if they died?

Riddle me this, now: who do I describe?

They are a Fleet officer but they consort with black ops to get what they want.

They double-crossed their own allies and killed innocent Vasudans to manipulate the course of war.

They used the Gefs as tools in their agenda.

They assassinated an Elder in cold blood.

They manipulated the enemy's camaraderie and loyalty to set a trap around the GTD Carthage.

They've been so successful in the war that they're now a threat to their own civilian leaders.

They are dead-set on ending this war in victory, at absolutely any cost.

I cannot tell if it is me or him...