Proxima Centauri
Disguised and stowing away on a cattle shuttle, I reached Proxima Centauri's base unnoticed. The disguise didn't last long; Sergeant Matthews found me, barking orders as alarms rang out. I joined a division under my friend John, ready for battle.
Our transport to the Leviathanid-controlled oil base was interrupted by a laser strike, throwing us into chaos. Amid the carnage, I spotted an opportunity: the water tower. If destroyed, it could flood the base, crippling both the Methusaloid masters and their Leviathanid beasts.
Hijacking a cruiser, I aimed it at the tower, bailing at the last second. The plan worked. The base flooded, the enemy disoriented, and our forces triumphed.
Though injured and arrested, I was acquitted and hailed for my daring act. The war's end was in sight. Tomorrow, we'd march to Arathea, the final chapter of the Draethian War within reach.
