S129

The ready room is quiet but relaxed. There’s a general sense that we’ve done well, held our own against the best that MC Obel can design to destroy us.

I remember the uncomfortable atmosphere of the ready room before our first mission, the petty trouble between Ezebel and Billie. The two are now sitting side by side watching Tushabe’s hands as he angles them back and forth, explaining some technique for maneuvering in the arena.

Cord still has his crew, Pavov and Mary Beth still argue, and Mikhail sits alone, but we’re a team now. Not a perfect team, but a certain one.

I’m proud of them.

On the “morale” line in “Triumph”, write “1”.