There isn't much to mention about the journey today, only much of my own personal feelings to share.

I choose to do so through the Archives mainly because its not as awkward as blurting out strange things to a person who makes a distorted face.


I thought of the skies today. I used to dream about being up there in the sky, flying my life away.. That dream was crushed soon after i realised it wasn't as a secure job as i had hoped.

After meeting a new guy from the lands of England who actually experiences the freedom of flight as a flying student, the dream once more realizes itself.



I am determined to touch those clouds.

Other than that little emotional moment, everything else has been pretty boring.

And I don't see enough of the Squirrel Legionnaire to complete my day. That makes me even more emo.



Off duty hours have been increased dramatically, as if a Second Great War is about to be waged. This is madness! I barely have enough energy to pick up my own swords now, let alone man the semi automatic cannons.

Mathematician Commander Sir Toomer has set us an enormous amount of mathematical problems to be solved and is due the next sunrise. Even as I scribble down these words i sweat and grow weary of the Elite Guard's duties.

Foreign communicator skills are also highly piled and to add to the parchment killers, the Design and Technology Sector and Commander Baird has set a research on a certain issue, to be in a week.


The walls themselves seem to grow taller each day, with increasing ominousness.

I'm afraid, my friends, its time to put down my quill. I have much work to complete.

End of Journal 3-09.