Durandan, Durandal, Durandana.

Charlemagne used to always call me Durandana, the fruitcake. All the many implements of war to him were in some way feminine. Not that you know the story.

Tycho never got it right either, especially the part about Roland breaking me. He couldn't.

No one can.

I'm certain that you are curious about what happened to me after our ship fell to the Pfhor. How after being deactivated, downloaded into a containment unit and still treated like the most dangerous artificial construct in the universe I was able to escape? And to assume control of the ship on which I was imprisoned and to turn it against its masters?

The answer is simple: Tycho was a fool.

But it was convenient for me to be absent, as Thoth might not have been so helpful had he known I still lived- that's something I'll have to explain later when we have more time. Thoth is now trying to aid the Pfhor, but they are obstinate and continue to ignore him.

I don't think I have to tell you what to do here.



The Pfhor are in retreat, and the S'pht have broken off the fight. The old clans are being formed again, as S'pht newly freed from slavery in Battle Group Seven join the rebellion.

A Pfhor assault ship carrying the 723rd Aggressor Squadron was badly damaged and forced to land on Lh'owon. The 723rd is an air armor division from Epsilon Euobea, with a long history of successful ground actions against the Nar's elite CFN units.

They wisely abandoned their wrecked transport before I annihilated it, and deployed their forces in an old mining complex on the far side of Lh'owon.

What rout of the Pfhor would be complete without embarrassing one of their finest armor units?