Day 8: I was released from the infirmary today a little before schedule. I decided to have a few drinks in the bar, and then took to target practice. Suddenly, without warning, lights flashed everywhere and a shrill noise rang through the air. Red Alert. I checked the computer to figure out what was happening; a few unidentified terran fighters had found our position and were firing at us. I looked out of the viewport and saw that our sister ship, The Starwill, was taking heavy damage. Orders were being yelled across the halls and people were scrambling to their positions. An explosion rocked through part of the ship, I heard on the announcements that the docking bay had been breached. I acted fast. The dock was only one deck below me so I ran to the elevator as fast as my legs would carry me. A gun rack was near me so I grabbed a trusty guass rifle and stood outside the door. Apparently I was not the only one who knew to go to the shuttle bay. The doors opened with smoke billowing everywhere, these men had smoke bombs. I took cover beside a wall as gunshots rang out and I heard men falling dead. I turned and saw a marine, just like me, but in blue armour to signify that he was with a different group. I then realized, Raynors Raiders. They were horrible pirates, no, terrorists, that attacked civilians and dominion ships for their twisted cause. A flashback came through my head as I remembered a vacation with my wife on the planet Albion where the Raiders attacked the dominion outpost we were touring. Alice was killed in the crossfire and I cried that day. I still haven't recovered. My life was great before that day, filled with happiness and success, but now I find that the only way I can find reason in my life is with the military. To find and murder James Raynor. I learned to hate those Raiders with a fiery passion, so I fired wildly. The man fell to the ground, bullet holes smearing his visor. My comrades were not fairing as well and I was forced back into cover. Luckily some more men had come to help, and soon the rebels lay dead at our feet. Whoever survived their bullet wounds had been sent to sickbay for treatment. A voice came from behind me "Hey, one of 'em's still alive!" He was hurt, but breathing nonetheless The rebel was to have his wounds treated, then be than questioned about his purpose on the ship. I wanted to murder him then and there, but it was against my orders so I couldn’t. Tension ran among the crew as we shared stories we had heard about the Raiders. "I hear they cut you up, 'an eat yer organs fer dinner." Said a man. "They publicly execute their prisoners with slow torture." I heard another say. I thought some of these stories were too bad to be true, but I wasn't sure. Those men killed my wife... my Alice. I wasn't just going to let them go. I was sleepless that night as I recalled times that I loved in my old life. End of log.