 Hey there kiddo. Now I know I said I'd be coming home soon, but they've asked me to do something, something important, and I couldn't say no. I wanted to be there, believe me, but sometimes you have to make sacrifices, and well this is one of those times. I don't know if that makes much sense to you, but maybe it will do when you're older. Anyway, I thought I'd send you this log. I know it's not the same as being there in person, but it's the best I could do. I'm sorry. I'm not really supposed to talk about my mission, but if I'm going to miss your birthday, the least I could do is give you a good story. Consider yourself sworn a secrecy soldier, okay? I'm sitting in the cockpit waiting for the old clear. They want to tinker with her for a while first, but they don't seem to have done any harm. All systems online, everything's looking good. I said I wasn't feeling just a little jittery. They're high shifts. That's a whole different story. Classified, they said. All I know is it's designed to target the bug's hyperdrive, so they won't be able to leave the system. Of course, it doesn't work. I'm just kicking the hornet's nest. That's why I've sent my nav system. Jump out as soon as I'm deployed to payload. You can't be too careful. Wish me luck. I've never seen a high ship up close before. It was amazing, kiddo. Well, I just have smart they are. I will advance. Remind myself it wasn't them I was attacking, just their technology. As if this microwave fires theirs even works. I watched the payload rocket into the belly of their ship and stuck around just long enough to make sure it hit home. Then I punched this one. That's what they told me. Just the hyperdrive, so we'd be safe again. So we could live without fear. There were sensors on the payload, so I could monitor the reaction and make sure it activated properly. I'm staring at the date now. I grabbed my ship and sent it to trigger after I deployed the payload. My system's dead. The controls are out. Can't even access the escape pod. I guess I should have known they wouldn't be coming back. The bugs are dangerous, no doubt about it. Well, this is mass murder we're talking about. You can understand why they want to keep it a secret. I know some men wouldn't want to admit they've killed thousands of sentient beings. I guess the guys back at base think they're doing me favor by burying me out here in the black. Personally, I'd rather people knew what happened come out of it looking too good. I don't have much time. There's a big old plan in my viewport and it's getting bigger in a second. People will talk about what I did after I'm gone. The missions I flew, the things I accomplished. There's something I want you to remember. What they say. But if it garlands they handle my name. Whatever they write in my tune stuff. Greatest Achievement. Love you son.