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Dearest
I'm sorry to hear about the recent events. The new position has given me more time to think about the things I currently lack.
My family.
I apologize, I wasn't a good companion. My time here has proven to me what areas I lack, I vow to you I'll be better. How are things back home?
We're looking forward for some action. The days and nights are blending in. Boredom is prevailing. Some people have the gall to say this is a good thing. But we didn't come for a picnic in space, but we're here to fight. And we don't do what we're supposed to do. I reckon I might come to regret my words. But I don't care. I want something to do other than maintenance.
I've received your last letter and all I can say is a firm NO.
Grass is allways greener on the other side.
Yours forever, Steven.
I'VE SENT YOU THE CODES. EXPECT THEM TOMOROW.
They are listening.
I have to be quick and to the point. They know. They have what you're looking for. Start by looking where you were born. Stop them if you can.
Glory to the Imperium.
Ok, Listen up!
The recent events on Terra has been trully grim, due to that reason I've held off from releasing any new information. I've been holding onto my writing with desperate clutches. By this time any editorial changes aren't advisable.
Whatever you may think about me and my upload system, know that you are special.
Have a nice day!
The philosophical information of civil war is something we carry with us no matter where we go. War is led by the living; the dead see its end. Those who stand with ME will see the glory of the Imperium.
Empires rise and fall, men live and die; Terra lives on.
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