It's been seventeen years since the Nomads were destroyed. I was in that fight. No one really knew me well. I am LSF Lt. Chewynde..You can call me Sarah. I stood by idley it seemed, as Trent, the traitor from the Liberty System destroyed the Nomad. I couldn't belive it. I wouldn't. It was so long ago..Though the memory still haunts me. I don't know why it's so horrible..I just think they should of survived. Those Nomads. Tension has been growing between Bretonia and Liberty. It's starting to scare me. Trade has been blowed out from both sides, and the Kuskari have gone into their own little world. Rhienland doesn't look to helpful either, though I wouldn't blame them, ever since the President Schikovi's Flagship blew up in Manhatten space. Rhienland says we sent them up. Lies. All lies. Nothing but lies-there's no more truth.

Sometimes I wonder what our purpose is. I know it is not to war with each other, or to spread like a unquaritined plauge. Is there fate? Destiny? And I destined to do something tomorrow? Is it my...fate? Or is it all just a simple illiusion on the vast human mind? I wonder.

Sarah continues her run through the Pittsburg debris field. No rouges...How strange. Usally they're out in full force. It makes me uneasy to see none out..And then..It happens.