December 19th, 2552 – The War of Misinformation.
Consociation Pilot Kat James Reporting
I don’t know why I even bother dating these things anymore. I’m using a dating system that means less and less each day. When you consider the fact that we’re hopping in and out of normal space and time our dates just don’t mean what they used to mean.
I don’t even know when a new day starts – it’s just when I wake up, it’s a new day. It’s been a chaotic mess, and that’s putting it mildly.
Two sleeps ago, I was chosen for a mission, one sleep ago the enemy of my enemy tried to fry my brain. So, we’re back to keeping this impersonal and let them see us at a distance only.
Those of us who can open a jump gate, or have a ship designed to open a jump gate are working double, even triple duty. We’re jumping in, looking for every survivor we can find and getting them somewhere safe, while others are acting as decoys, trying to lead the Lasatiea away from the other operations.
The decoy missions are kind of fun. For those missions, we’re working to give the Lasitiea, and the Void walkers a false idea of our numbers and location.
We’ve taken remnants of our fleets and built mock-ups that our jump pilots lead through the well.
It reminds me of the story from one war where there was an entire battalion dedicated to misinformation. It’s a game I’m finding more and more interesting and one that I’m getting pretty good at.
Just don’t ask me to play poker.