From the diary of the Lt-Captain Afonso Miranda Teles, Captain of the Light Cruiser "Cidade de Lisboa" and Commander of the Venus Expedition:
April 26, 1912.
The Ainduren launched their first Aether ship today. A beautiful frigate. Like all things Ainduren, is sleek and looks fragile. But looks are deceiving. I spent all day in her teaching the crew of women that manned her. Will her main gun work against the Martians? That is my biggest fear. Followed closely of being troubled by the inexperience of the crews.
Sa'atia is angry. Being pregnant makes her stay away from things. I agree with this and with the High Council. She's in that women's mood that tells me to say yes to everything she says although I'll do the opposite in more than half the issues.
There is a tension in the air everywhere. Everybody knows that they are coming. The Ainduren touch my arms when they pass me by. At first I didn't understand. Now I do. They do this to all the Earthlings. A way to say thank you. To bless us. To assure themselves. In the fleet, these days, nobody speaks of going home anymore. As if they understand that we are doing what we must. Mr. Pessoa offered me a poem. I transcribe it here.
Storm
What lies in the abyss beneath the aether above?
We, aliens to aliens, the possibility of becoming.
What restlessness from the depths lifts us up?
The very wish of being able to become.
This, and the mystery of this night is the splendor.
But suddenly, where the aether wind roars,
A lightning bolt, beacon of the above, for a moment
Shines and the dark space thunders.
Disclaimer: I translated a poem from Fernando Pessoa Message book. He is one of the greatest Portuguese poets. I modified it a little to make it integral to the IS universe. I don't pretend to have written it or to offend in any way Fernando Pessoa as a poet.