Tales of Redemption

Sir Joshuah's Journal Entry #6

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Sir Joshuah Malley

It has been some time since I last had a breath long enough to write. Even now as I sit here fishing for food, we should be on the move; but, at the rate we were going, we would get killed either from those that attacked us or exhaustion.

Since we left the battlefield between the women and the robots, we have been to Columb…or at least what’s left of it, attacked by an unknown force, and rescued both Gene and Wendell from technology-induced mind control. Let me begin with the city.

I cannot say trouble in Columb was unexpected, but trouble and devastation are two entirely different entities. It seems a Rift had opened over the city and the Coalition was in the process of eliminating the insurgence…and losing badly. They appeared to have gained a footing along the western edge and had set up a camp of sorts. In an effort to obtain information, Drew and I used some recovered uniforms to infiltrate the base. Our disguises worked all to well in the undermanned operation, and we were assigned to a unit heading to the front.

The streets were light by the burning buildings and bodies. Battle sounds echoed through the streets, and the smell was unbearable. We managed to split off from the platoon we went in with, but the search was futile. The only thing to find in Columb was our own demise. We opted to leave the city – radioing Cross and John to rendezvous with us at the North entrance.

We had just met up, when out of the blue we were attacked by humanoid robots. To our surprise, Gene and Wendell were in their company – firing at us! We quickly dispatched the force, and discovered our two friends were under the control of headbands. In the effort to subdue them, they were knocked unconscious. Cross too the headbands for further study and we made to load up and get out of here to a safer location.

We hadn’t even got the soldier and the knight to the truck when another squad came from the Northeast and began to fire on the vehicles. These came armed with missiles; but, due to their focus on the transportation no one was seriously hurt. We loaded up some of the bodies, changed Cross’ tire, and got the hell out before anything else could get us.

So here I am, on the shore after my first nights rest in 2 or 3 days. I better bring what I have to the camp and check on Gene and Wendell. They’re sure to have quite a story to tell.

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