Omaha – 1935

Another high-level briefing, another time to be told our foes have hit us where it hurts. This instance is especially disappointing. One of our major bases is down and the military is scrambling to regroup as quickly as possible. Intelligence has no leads, but I know who is responsible – Spectra. I've been watching them for a while. They must be stopped at all costs, even if it means our newest team makes their premiere prematurely. I had hoped we would be able to give them more time to prepare but we can no longer afford it. We must protect Omaha.

Bold Venture – 1936

There are days I wonder if we shouldn't have our heads examined. "Strike first, that'll make them think twice." Who's smoking what? The only second thought will be to double the ammunition. This won't stop anything. They'll hit back twice as hard! Striking first on their home turf is only going to put my team and I at greater risk. Yes, it is our job, but do we really need to turn it into a suicide mission!? I can argue until I'm blue in the face but nothing will change. We'll still be ordered to go on this Bold Venture.

War Admiral – 1937

I never know what's more frustrating – the futility of fighting the invaders or the politics of the futility. There are some times when people, especially those not in the field, just need to put up or shut up. I would prefer them to shut up. We know what needs to be done – people need to move out of the way! How do the politicians expect us to defeat the enemy if they insist on tying our hands or restricting us on what we can and can't do. Let's be real for a minute, not everyone can be a War Admiral.

Lawrin – 1938

"Mission accomplished." Those are the words you want to hear after a debriefing. For a moment during this last mission, I didn't think we would make it out in one piece but we did. We successfully knocked out a major power generator that was believed to feed up to five of Galactor's bases. The fireworks of the explosions were impressive. By some miracle, we managed to escape unsinged. As I've heard in the halls as I walk through, these are "crazy times." That makes me smile. What really makes me smile, knowing we saved a critical research facility in Lawrin.

Johnstown – 1939

The attack was swift and unexpected – one of the most devastating I've ever seen. I couldn't believe my eyes: rubble, dead bodies, mere skeletons where buildings once stood. It looked like a moonscape. I sit at my desk waiting for G-Force, part of the routine. The Red Alerts and emergency alarms have been issued. Our enemy's latest weapons are lethal in the worst way imaginable. We must meet them head-on, lest we lose more cities or more citizens killed. The fate of the galaxy is in our hands. We must save what we can. Unfortunately, it's too late for Johnstown.

Gallahadion – 1940

Treasuring the little moments in life – I make it a point to do so. Life is too short! I love to people watch. They go about living their lives and as usual, they take so much for granted. While the threat from destruction is constant, folks still go to work, go to school, hang out in the mall, and generally move on. Do they stop for two minutes and smell the roses? Stop long enough to appreciate what's around them? I'm sure most people don't – at least from what I've seen. Ah well, I'll sit here and enjoy a Gallahadion.

Whirlaway – 1941

Wow, how I missed this place! How I missed my team. They are my friends and in many respects, my family. Only I didn't realize how much I missed them at the time. What we do is so very important and everyone depends on us to do our job – defending the global good. You may laugh, but the Vorak is a formidable opponent. They have come too close to succeeding many times. Mallanox, as silly as he looks in that outfit can sneak up on you when you least expect it. Nothing can be taken for granted on this Whirlaway.

Shut Out – 1942

They call it "sibling rivalry" but I think it's just an excuse for him to be a bull-headed pig. I can be just as stubborn as him, but damn. There are those times I don't want to do anything except feed him a knuckle sandwich. I understand it's good to have a Devil's Advocate but not one on crack! I feel like he questions everything all the time! It's so frustrating. Every so often I can't see straight. But in the end, we always have one another's back. That's why I'm baffled at his insistence to keep me Shut Out.

Count Fleet – 1943

Coalition forces – they can be a funny thing. Not funny ha ha, but funny as in weird. There's safety in numbers usually but I have to wonder if that's the case this time. We have the idea for our side to gang up together but our opponents plan the same thing. In the air, it's one big mess. Aircraft are everywhere flying in all sorts of directions. On top of that, missiles are zipping around like nobody's business causing all sorts of debris and shrapnel. It's insanity to the nth degree. Then another group shows up, calling themselves Count Fleet.

Pensive – 1944

The world is filled with noise and chaos, but I like quiet myself. Maybe I enjoy it a little too much. I feel as if I should speak up more. Sometimes, I'm looked upon as "just a girl." Excuse me, but I have a lot to offer too. I've been through the same training as my teammates. I even have some skills they don't and vice versa. Don't get me wrong I'm taken seriously. But sometimes I'm so frustrated. It feels I'm not taken seriously enough on some occasions. Perhaps I should work to be more assertive and less Pensive.