The Journal of Michael Bekker
by Ulquiorra9000
Entry 1,032: December 7th, 3063
We have a new enemy, journal! Freebirth! This situation is becoming more complicated than the Council expected. Our counter-attack into Kuritan space has lost some momentum, and we are now trying to find a new angle for our counter-offensive. But from another region of space, we face a much older enemy: Clan Hell's Horses. That is right, the Horses are biting and nibbling at our flank, and we may lose worlds to them if we cannot handle this situation with finesse. The Council is already turning on itself, unsure where to devote our fighting strength and why.
Personally, I argued to divert forces to repelling the Horses; for one, because we must set a harsh example to our old enemies, and two, surely the Federated Suns will strike at the preoccupied Draconis Combine and draw some of its forces away. However, some other Bloodnamed members of the Council would rather push harder into Kuritan space. I am not certain, but some seem to want to claim all the worlds formerly in the Clan Smoke Jaguar occupation zone. Perhaps a symbolic victory?
I can say little more for now, given how chaotic this situation is becoming. I can only say for sure that I look foward to testing my mettle against these many foes!
Entry 1,034: December 24th, 3063
The wisdom and strength of the Founders were truly with my Khan, journal. This messy, awkward conflict between my Clan and the Draconis Combine has spiraled out of control despite its limited scale, with both the Federated Suns and Clan Hell's Horses encroaching on Ghost Bear and Kuritan space. Khan Jorgensson arranged for a Trial of Possession for the world of Courcheval to settle matters, and all other planets that have changed hands have been returned to their original owners.
Part of me wishes that my Clan could have permanently gained control of new worlds and expanded the Ghost Bear Dominion. But I am merely a Star Captain, an instrument of the Clan's will. That has ever been the case, but at any rate, my great trust in the Khans was well-founded. Though I myself did not participate, Clan Ghost Bear emerged victorious in the Trial of Possession for Courcheval, and Coordinator Theodore Kurita gracefully accepted his defeat. Now, peace resumes between our realms, and just in time!
Why is this so timely? The aforementioned Clan Hell's Horses! Those bothersome surats have already claimed three worlds from us, and I have heard word that Khan Vlad Ward of Clan Wolf actually talked them into it! My anger at Clan Wolf has found new heights in light of this, and given what I have heard in my Clan's Council, a retaliatory strike against both the Wolves and Hell's Horses is possible. Good! I am eager to take part in such an assault. In fact, I would be happy to help eject the Hell's Horses entirely from the Inner Sphere! Let them slink back to the Homeworlds where they belong! The Wolves will not be so easily dislodged, but they can at least be taught a lesson. We can bloody the wolf's nose to discourage its habit of biting us, quiaff?
I can say little more for today, except for one amusing note: today is what some Spheroids consider "Christmas Eve," whatever that is. I have heard of many freeborn customs ever since settling into my Clan's space a decade ago, but I have not learned much except for the Kuritans' bushido code, the history of the Free Rasalhague Republic, and the chronicled lives of great Spheroid leaders. Ursina, however, delved deeper and, to her amusement, discovered that Christmas Eve is the traditional anticipation for tomorrow, Christmas Day. An evening and a day? I would rather just have everything together in the day. Gift-giving and prayer to the Christian God seem to be prominent in this ritual, but neither means much to me. Christians are an odd folk, as are the Buddhists, Muslims, and Hindus. The Kerenskys and the Founders are great figures as it is; they are what made the Clans, and all our enlightened ways, possible.
Still, one wonders what sort of gifts are given. Supplies? Weapons? Medicine? Or even Great Works? Oh, I imagine that Candace would be most grateful if I were to fashion a knife for her, a personal gift. Perhaps I should do so, Christmas Eve or not. I am unsure whether the gifts are given on the evening or day of Christmas. No matter. I shall get to work right away.
Until next time I write, journal.