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Entry one:
I look down at a small data pad with my name on it.
Lahmi Stukov,
UIT,
0/0/0/0/0
I had just gotten my pilot licenses. I slowly shake my head, sadly this was needed for the em-betterment of all. I wince as I stick the data pad in my jacket pocked, disturbing a still large un-healed wound on my side.
Yes that life is over for now, no more scars, no more combat. This is my new life.
Entry two:
Today I was pirated for the first time, I cursed my low license levels as my ship exploded around me and I t-ported out. I rushed in a rage to the docking bay only to remember, I could'nt even buy a decent combat ship.
I guess this was for the better, if I showed up and killed an infamous pirate it would most likely make the news, and with my past that public lime light is the last thing I want.
I am starting to hate pirates.
Entry three:
I have been doing allot of trading. It has given me time to refine who I am. I am Lahmi Stukov, UIT with Russian heritage dating back to old earth. After being a killed a few times by pirates I have decided I am vary anti-pirate. Which will work out vary well in hiding my past.
I am looking into finding a good trading guild so I will have people to talk with on my long trade routes. Sadly there are few of what I would call "good" trade guilds.
My levels have gotten good, mostly in trade of which I now have license level 9. The new TPG moths have made trade vary easy to one who knows what they are doing.
Entry four:
Today the unthinkable happened. Well maybe not so unthinkable, and actually vary logical all things considered.
Today I met a VPR in an ion storm and started chatting with him. I knew much about VPR, heh, I've killed almost every member at one point or another in my past for that matter.
And now after having sworn to be peaceful I not only considered joining but I did. It is no fault of the people that recruited my, they where vary inquisitive, I was just better at deceit. I guess this ends my ideas of staying pasifistic, but deep down I knew I never could have any way.
The hard part was where we did some training. It was a small duel with me and one of the VPR LTs. I had to stop my self from wining after scoring the first hits on him in the duel and maintaining 100%. Slowing my dodges and falling into patterns I lost quickly.
The hardest part about all this was the pain my ego must face.
It will be hard going from being a top pilot to just another guy that thinks he's got what it takes.
Entry five:
If I was ever to write a rule book for VPR some where at the top of the rules would be some thing like: NEVER FORGET TO TAKE OFF YOUR UNIFORM IN GREY SPACE!!!
Yes that’s right I forgot to take mine off. You see after a while you get used to leaving your ship and putting on the uniform. Well like any other day I left my ship with my uniform on. Unlike most days I was in Odia, M 14.
I don’t know why I came here. I was on my way to B 8 during a long patrol/hunt for a lone Syn member. I heard over my com that he had been killed and the hunt was over for the time being. This left me with little to do, being in Odia at the time I guess I just thought it would be nice to drop in for old times sake.
The second I walked into the bar and every one stopped what they were doing to look at me I knew some thing was wrong.
It was then that I realized what I was in. Now my gut told me to go back to my ship and change, but then my ego informed me that this would mean: A. I messed up. B: I was scared of the people in the bar. And then C: I knew I messed up and admited it.
That ego thing is going to be the death of me one day I swear...
So I sunder up to the bar still in my uni and ask for a Serco roid rammer, it’s been along time since I last had one. Sadly I don’t even have my glass to my lips when some young punk steps up to the bar and asks.
“Ay pretty boy chu lost?”
“Leave me alone I am just want drink in peace.” I shot back calmly but at the same time with hostility.
“We don’t like drinking with Worms!” He said loudly getting the attention and approval of many in the bar. (note: a worm is the gray space name for VPRs as worms are rather harmless and resembal snakes)
By this point I had still not gotten a drink and my patience was getting thin.
“Then close the eyes you are have and think you are back home with mommy.” I sated my voice dripping with contempt.
The young punks face grew red with rage as he swung a wide right hook to my head, I knew it would be coming before I said any thing. Chucking my glass and sadly my Roid Rammer in to his face and quickly bending at the knees I slipped low under his punch coming up quickly before he could recover his momentum and slamming my left elbow hard into his jaw.
He dropped like the armor on a free bus in an ion storm. Now I may not have been afraid of the other patrons in the bar but I knew better then to hang around. Quickly I turned and sprinted for the door my enhanced legs quickly putting distance between me and any one else who ran after me.
The moral of this story, VPR uniforms + Odia bars = A waste of a good drink.
Entry Six:
It would seem that there would be no repercussions for my little outing in grey space. The pirates liked to keep too them self’s that a VPR came into their bar, kicked some butt, and they could do nothing to stop him.
I must say, it felt really good to not hold back and just hit that kid with all I had. For all I know I killed him. All the pent up frustration at not being able to fully fight for fear of some one guessing I am not all that I seem was released. At least for the time being.
That has to be the hardest part about my new life is the fact that I can’t allow my self to kill people I normally would be able to kill.
There will always be tons of bad combat pilots around. But there are few good ones, by becoming a bad pilot at least for the time being, I make my self more anonymous.
Entry Seven:
Lately I have been spending allot more time in grey space and allot less time trading. My story is that I've gotten some training from my brothers at arms, and I'm just doing my job.
Truth of the matter is I just like to have a reason for killing. I've found if I can be given a good reason I can kill any thing no matter how well I like this person. At this same time I must find a balance. I am party to so much information, the justifications are so hard to really justify.
Take the petty war with the Itani and the Serco, the root of it all, misunderstanding. Some Itani thought Serco where nuts, some Serco thought a drug was harmless. Next thing you know you've got a war. Both groups not in the right or the wrong. It was just a miss-understanding. So if you have a war based on such pettyness how can you fight for one side or the other?
Such thoughts as these are what I feel ultimately lead me to my old life, and in the end this life. One must live for them self's, because in truth no one else cares... But I'm getting ahead of my self and way off topic.
B 8 the home of combat, and a large part of the Itani/Serco war. Mostly it's the Itanis attempt to control the Serco Xith cargo lanes. Personally if I were the Serco I would not play a defensive game I would instead go to maybe Bracus C 2 and hold it in order to draw Itani away from B 8, but what do I know.
Due to it's strategic location, and the fact that it is in grey space many pirates try to control it. As a VPR it is my job to prevent this. So lately that is what I've been doing. I must say my combat tactics have changed greatly mostly do to the fact that I can no longer fight as I am used to due to fear of some one recognizing me. so I must now adopt a new method.
Maybe if any thing this new method will be some good that will come from this journey and new life. I have found that by handycapping my self in combat I am forced to become better at things I never would have other wise.
I guess it al heralds back to what my old mentor on Serco Prime used to tell me:
"If it is easy you will become easy, if it is hard you will you will become hard. So do you want it easy or do you want it hard?" ~ Head Trainer Oruth Korun SSMC
Entry Eight:
Serco Roid Rammers, oh how I love them. Now don't get me wrong I'm not a heavy drinker, but when I do get a drink I like it to bite me nice and hard.
So many things have happend to me over a fee good rounds of this stuff. Like what lead me to being here. Back some time ago a group known as Border Patrol or BP where made by the TPG robotics devision as a test for their new AI system.
They out fitted a bunch of MK3 vults with the new AI and sent them down to grey space. It was the first unmanned mission to travel so far (Dau to Sedina) and made much news.
The BP's had programed lists of known pirates and criminals. When they saw one the wold engage to the death, for the most. Sadly due to the ships and the fact that no computer can match up with a human no matter how smart, thus it started become cost effective for them to run after they lost a pre-defined amount of health.
Now then BLAK had gotten a large number of the BP ships and turned them over to our more mechanical guys. The guys had a field day playing around with the new AI and one of them even found a small loop hole that allowed the KOS lists to be over ridden remotely.
To do this how ever we needed to plant a small virus in the TPG date base. It was shunned for quite some time seeing as it would put one of our guys at risk and also due to the fact that BPs really where not too big of a deal.
So after a few drinks celebrating our latest great stunt. Alamar showed me the virus he had christened BLAK.HELL. He then said it would be cool to see what it could do but that no one had come forward. Now I'm good at holding my drinks and stuff but there is a reason I don't fly after a few rounds. So needless to say I told him that I bet I could do it no problem.
It was no big deal TPG is so big they really can't have great security every where, so one night I went in and uploaded the virus.
For the next few weeks there where reports of BPs attacking traders and going rouge, even a few bounties were posted on certain units. We where loving it.
After a bit all the rouges where either killed or re-claimed, and most of the BP where recalled for safety reasons. We had more drinks and partied it up once more. Job well done.
It was around this time that we got a call from some one in Tung mining. It would seem that the bots have gotten allot smarter lately and this has been affecting Tungs mining ops. They wanted to know if we could kill and retrieve a Queen for them relatively intact.
It was some what harder to kill a Queen with out messing it up too bad, but you know BLAK always good at what ever job we where being payed for.
After the Queen was examined heavily and after some time it turned out a BP had been killed by bots most likely in a ion storm. The bots had assembled the new BP AI and made it part of their own. The Queen in latos that had this new AI started pouring out new bots who used it as well.
In time this Queen had though some means or another gotten a few other Queens infected with the new AI. Thanks to the advanced coms of the BP the Queens we're now able to unite them self's. At the time we killed the Queen in Odia, it's logs showed it had contact with 4 other Queens, in Iatos, Sednia, Bracus and Edras. It also showed that these Queens (totaling around 9) Where assembling a command center of a sort in Odia.
Needless to say the Tung guys did not want to lose the mineral rich system of Odia to bots, they informed us of the situation and heard us to survey and if possible take out the new command center.
After tracking down where most of the Hive activity in Odia was originating from we found a massive structure, defend at the time by 5 Queens. This thing was about the size of a capital ship and it was still being completed. It was utterly massive for some thing made by the Hive. One could look in and see it was already producing bots of it's own as the Queens and their minions feverishly worked on completing it.
We took out intel to the Tung guys who named the command center The Leviathan. The first words out of their mouths after seeing this information was can you kill it?
They offered us 50mil to do so, as I'm sure you can guess there was no way we could turn them down.
Sadly when D-day came I was still recovering from my wounds received a cap ship battle as where a few other guys. Much debate was putt in to wither or not BLAK should wait for me and the other guys to heal before invasion. Well it was mostly me begging Shape not to leave me out.
In the end however it was deiced (when I was on heavy pain killers) that we could not risk waiting as that thing would only get stronger as time wore on.
Last I heard, the op did not go so well. Shape just sent me a com telling me we needed to go. So after I was admitted from the Corvus hospital, I took on my new ID and here I am.
I hope those guys are ok, it's been some time sense I've heard any thing, lately there have been reports of some BLAK activity but most of it is unconfirmable. My self I've seen Shape for about 10 secs in b 8 once. I also have made contact with a few of the guys via encrypted com, but other then that life has been lonely.
Looking down at the empty case of roid rammers I remembered I had a patrol in morning and stumbled off to find my bunk.
Entry Nine:
I have always been vary much of a team player. Latly how ever I have been lacking a team. Now don't get me wrong VPR is a nice bunch of guys and all but they are vary seldom around, I often end up going on patrols by my self. All though it is against reulations, it gives me some thing to do other then wait for some other guy to show up and help.
I think with the absence of BLAK there has been a vacum created in what VPRs can do. I mean back in the day all they would have to do is show up in B 8 and BLAK would be more then happy to give them some thing to do.
Now how ever all that is left to do is vainly try to find the few remaining crimanls left in space and gun them down. We've even turned to waring with SCAR, of course VPR had a good reason to do so, but I think deep down in side of every VPR there was a part that said, yay some thing to shoot at.
Now don't get me wrong VPR is no group of war mongers, they are for the most ex-traders who got sick of being shot at. How ever we all train for war, we ready our selfs for battle, it becomes our life. So when the time comes to uses this training you can bet we are happy.
Or at least I'm happy, I some times wonder about the other VPRs. Man I can't wait to come back...
Entry Ten:
I have been spending alotta time trying to find out what happened that night, from what I can piece together our little virus is bigger then we ever intended it to become.
Using my VPR badge I gained access to a Tung data base I was looking for some money VPR believed to have been being laundered and then used to fund pirate activities.
I knew this was all true, how else would they have paid the guys for that one job. How ever VPR knew nothing about it, but it did provided some nice cover. I was given access to their massive data base and using a few tricks of the trade I got in to the main data base on Odia and the activities log for the area. I securely down loaded it all and informed the Tung guys that VPR must have been misinformed about the laundering. Much to the relief of the guilty Tung Forman.
After spending days looking at all the reports and decoding "important" information I came across a file named "Asteroid Cleaners". At fist I thought it was Miner jargon for some beam or some thing but as I looked closer I found the location of these "Cleaners Roids" was in unmarked space. It happened to be in the same sector as the Leviathan that took out my guild that night.
This information lead me to a small moon, believe it or not the same small moon where I did my first job with Tung, but that's an other story. It was here Tung has set up a research base for you guessed it. The remnants of these new bots. It was here my data lead me to believe they had information on what went down that night.
Now need less to say I could no longer go in as a VPR first off there was the fact that 2 visits from VPR in less then a week would look odd. And most likely make it back to maso. Last thing I wanted was attention drawn to my self. And secondly there was the fact the no one was support to know about this moon.
So I got my self a jet black Corvus Vult, mostly for old times sake and set down on the moon outside of scanner range. From there I hiked in and made my way in to the the base. From there I managed with much difficulty (and alittle blood shed) to gain access to all the compiled information on the bots and operation BLAK out.
Operation BLAK out was what they code named the attack on the Leviathan that night, from what I could tell the Leviathan was destroyed in the attack how ever there was a small notation on small amounts of life lost in the processes and many wounds. From the bills payed to a small band of Itani monks who act as healers for people with money that would like to remain anonymous, I could surmise most of the team was hurt in one way or another.
It would also seem that our little virus was the reason most of this has happened. It would seem from the synopsis the Tung guys did on the bots that BLAK.hell once interfaced with the new AI from the TPG BP bots it gained massive intelligence to an almost human level. From there it would also seem it found a way of interfacing it's computer technology with that of biological beings.
Tough some digging in VPR records it would appear that at the same time as out virus was launched into the BPs many low level and one or two high level TPG member were mysteriously abducted. TPG kept all of this hush hush to keep panic down and not to lose any more face in what the media was calling the Border Problem AI.
At the same time Tung was keeping it's information to it's self so as to keep the people from panicking. The government from interfering in it's luxurious and some times less then legal mining ops. And lastly they from what I can tell want to find a way of harnessing the power of these new bots and turn them into not only a powerful defensive/mining force.
How ever there are many implications to this as well, if TPG were to do this they would also have a massive army on their hands. And army like as unto what the Serco had in the last great war. An army of mindless drones capable of taking over the universe.
How ever that is only if they can get the AI which is where we hit the other end of the implications. If they experiment and it goes wrong they will only feed the fuel that is this new robotic menace. This new robotic menace will never stop learning, it could conceivably grow to match the intelligence of humans. Or worst surpass it. And at the same time these robots would have again the same kind of army as Tung would if it could master the robots.
I fear no matter what happens dark days are ahead. I to try getting some sleep before I decide what to do with this new information.
Entry Eleven:
My combat boots made a soft crunching sound as I walked up to the small dinner. Looking around I knew this had to be the poor side of the small planet I was on in Latos. For that matter the whole planet could be the poor side. Nothing much in gray space is fancy.
I looked at my VPR uniform in the reflection in the glass window by the front door. Today I was one VPR duty, I never really got used to seeing my self in a VPR uniform, though every one will tell you it looks vary good on me, I keep it in great condition. One thing that never left me was my Serco training, and the fact that you always make your uniform look good no matter what.
I opened the door and stepped in to the dinner the man I was meeting here was some thing of the controller for most of the mining that goes on in Latos, but word on the street is that he also knows just about any thing you want to know about mining. Who is doing it, where they are doing it, and what they are making doing it.
It was for this information I was here, IGPK has been caused of severely hampering Helio prices in much of UIT and gray space. This has not gone un-noted by the higher ups in UIT command and they want to know if the allegations are true.
Personally I think they are just using VPR to help them get to the bottom of this and then from there they will do what they can to make sure they don't lose any more money. I fear this may mean them using VPR to start a war with IGPK in a effort to stop their mining.
I looked at the old waitress.
"I am look for Peter Hochkin you are know where I can find?"
"Honey ol Pete's right thar you just walked past him." She said back stifling a giggle.
I turned to look at the older man.
"Are Mr. Hochkin?"
"Nah, I'm Pete son, what chu need?"
"I am wonder about ore price that go down."
"Eh? You talk'in bout the helio crash?"
"Da, I think we are on same page."
"Eh, what would VPR need to know bout mining? Y'all seem to have handle on it right now wit out me help."
"We are need know who is do so much mining."
"Eh well, I don't think y'all are gonna have a good reason to know. But I don't like the feller that's do'in the mining so I'll tell ya. You know that Lector guy?"
"I am see him."
"Yeah? Well he's the one that's done it. See he has some roid that is vary nice, so he'z try'in tu make every one hate IGPK by making them look bad. Somthing like Lydia dropped a crate of helio on his Itani livers or some thang like that. Any ways he's pissed bout some thing, and's taking it out on IGPK."
"So he is defame them?"
"Yeah some thing like that."
"You are know were he is have roids?"
"Eh, they would'in call me Papa Miner if I did'nt know a bit."
"You are know Dr. Lector is pirate and is would be nice to stop him from do any thing."
"Yeah I know, eh ok I'll...
It was then I heard the click of a gun's firing pin engaging.
I looked around trying to pin point the location of the gun man as I yelled get down. Blaster fire filled the room coming from the road out side the dinner. Pete had gotten down but the waitress had taken her time. She was down now, I doubted she would ever get back up.
I pulled my gun, well actually I had pulled it out before I hit the ground now I was trying to find a target. From what I could tell this was some thing of a drive by shooting, the gun man was in the back of a older model hover craft laying down heavy fire with a medium sized phase assault rifle.
I quickly popped up from my hiding place behind the small bench I had been sitting on. As the gun man came into full view I fired 2 crisp shots. As I ducked back down I saw his head snap backwards. I waited a second for more fire to fill the room in retaliation. But for a second there was no sound.
Then I heard the hover crafts engine gunning. I knew they we're gonna try and run. Now maybe it was not the smartest thing to do, but lately I've found my self being more aggressive then I normally am. I think it has some thing to do with the fact that I can no longer just kill any one. And then even the people I would normally send back to the docking bay they came from I can't out of fear that they will find my secret I have worked so hard to hid.
So in a moment of pure aggression and a lust for danger I jumped over the bench and ran straight for the now shattered window jumping out it and in to the road. I looked rapidly around to see which way the craft went it was just gaining speed and was only a few meters away.
Older hover crafts took a little time for the propulsion drivers to warm up so to speak so I knew I had a small window of time when it could not go vary fast. I started off running at about 56kms an hour (35 miles) grateful I had not gotten my serco enhanced legs reversed when I went underground.
As I caught up with the craft it's drives started warming up and the driver attempted to lift off seeing my speed. As he did I jumped up grabbing on to the back bumper and pouring fire from my small blaster in to the rear propulsion lift. In a matter of seconds we where back on the ground the craft sputtering to a halt.
I walked around to the drivers side of the craft yelling for them to get out with their hands on their heads. The drivers door started to open and as the diver got out I realized I had made mistake and gotten to close to the car.
He quickly sent his foot into my hand sending my gun to the ground a few feet away. I reached up with my left hand blocking his fast round house swing. I knew I had little time as it would not take long for the other passenger to get out and start helping the driver.
I reached into my waist band and pulled out a push dagger with my right hand as he swung an upper cut with his left hand I took a half step back only to duck duck down low and then use the momentum generated by my getting back up to slam the small knife in to the soft skin under his chin.
As he recoiled I slammed my fist with the knife still clutched between my fingers deep in to his neck right where I knew his carotid artery was. I knew I had hit when I pulled the knife out and blood shot out soaking my arm up to the mid bicep.
I looked back at the car as the driver collapsed at my feet. The passenger had reached back and gotten the rifle the gun man had during my short altercation with the driver. I hit the dirt rolling towards my hang gun as gun fire filled the air where I had been.
Grabbing my gun as I rolled past it I fell limp onto my back raising my gun up and firing in the direction of the craft. The new gun man got down for cover.
I stood up and shouted.
"There is no hid from me! Throw gun out and have hands up! Do no make me kill you!"
A few seconds later the rifle clattered to the ground and the gunman stood up with his hands on his head. Never underestimate was a little fear will do to some one.
After cuffing the second gun man I called VPR HQ and requested back up. Not that I needed it now but, I had to make a good show of following protocol. I made sure to wipe my non-regulation push dagger down and strap it on to the belt of the diver before the VPRs came in. Last thing I wanted was questions about what I was doing with less then legal weapons on my person.
Me and Seta slowly made our way back to the dinner as the rest of the guys took care of the prisoner.
"I still can't believe you do that. You rock Lahmi."
Seta said enthusiastically. I tell ya other then my self he has to be one of my biggest fans. I wonder how he will take things when he learns the truth about me. I can only hope he will not be too hurt. But as things are no matter how much I want to I must lie to him.
"You are see how they are have many Serco implants?"
I said implying that they where more then just the normal thugs that plague this sector of space.
"You think it means any thing?"
"I am hope no."
As we got to the dinner Pete was no where to be found Seta asked me over and over again if I was sure he had not gotten killed. I know he lived and if I know Pete he's fine, though I wonder if he has any thing to do with this. I mean it's kinda odd how he was on the ground faster then I was.
Who knows. All I know is I have to be ready for a medal ceremony in an hour so that's all for this log.
Entry Twelve:
The VPRs deiced after my traumatic encounter (I guess they don't do much killing) I had earned 2 weeks of leave time to be taken immediately and I also had "earned" a trip to a psychiatrist. Said trip to be taken in the same time frame as my leave.
Now don't get me wrong I have no problem with doctors other then the fact that I don't like them. Especially head doctors, they sit around and having never gone though any thing like what you have they tell you what you need to do. It just annoys me.
So here I sit waiting for the doc to come in, as he enters he looks over his pad of paper and gets a pen out of his pocket before sitting down to talk. He had this bed/chair thing he instead I lay down on. Now I don't know about you but the last thing I want to do around some one who has the power to make my life vary hard is sit down and "try to relax."
After a short time of debate he gave up and said I needed to do what ever made me more comfortable. I had to bit my tongue from asking if I should leave now as it would make me more comfortable not to be here at all. He started out with some basic questions and then went down to the incident.
"What was going on in your head as the dinner erupted around you in fire? And remember if this is to hard for you we can come back to it some other time."
"I was think many of words you are no to say. Then I am think of what I am need to to live."
"Did you feel any fear?"
"No, was no time for fear."
"You mean you did not have time for fear to register in your consciousness?"
"No I am mean, I was no have fear. It was no time for me to have fear."
"You mean you repressed all fear?"
"Was no fear for to repress, I am VPR is my job to fight for the good."
"I see..."
He scribbled on his paper for a few seconds before looking back up and continuing.
"What did you feel when you pulled that trigger and saw Velo Thorton's head snap back in a mist of blood?"
"Who is Velo?"
"Um, he was the gun man in the car who opened fire on the dinner."
"You are mean gunman one. I was feel that was good shoot when I am hit him."
"You mean you felt no sorrow? No regret for killing your fellow man?"
"He was try kill me why am I feel sorrow for save my life?"
"Um... Interesting..."
He must have scribbled furiously for over a minute, I was fully enjoying his utter lack of comprehension for my lack of emotions.
"What where you thinking when you ran after the Tassar Bomaric and Grata Melloes?"
"When I am run after the driver and gunman two I am think I must stop them before they are try kill mote people."
"So you ran after them to save other people from death? To stop them from killing any more?"
"Da, I am VPR is job that I am save other. Even if mean I am die."
There was stunned silence as he let me utter selflessness as a VPR to set in.
"Interesting."
He finally said before scribbling more in his pad and flipping the page over once.
"How did you know to shoot out the rear propulsion drive on the Mega Corp Tourus SX6 Hover Craft?"
"I am just know is what is make ship move up so I am need stop from move up. So I shoot to stop it."
"I see."
He made a small note to him self before looking back up.
"When you finally got the Tourus to stop what was going on in your head?"
"Is time make arrest."
"Nothing else?"
"Nyet."
More small notes on his pad and more page turning.
"When Tassar er the Driver got out of the Tourus what did you feel."
"I was feel I am too close to him I was see in eye of his he was know this too."
"So you knew he was going to attack you before he did?"
"Da."
"Did you feel any fear with this knowledge?"
"No I am feel only that I am need put hims down fast before he is have friend come to help."
Dead silence then more scribbling and page turning.
"What did you feel as he attacked you."
"The joy of adrenaline running in the veins. The trill of fight."
His eyes opened some what larger then normal.
"And as you killed him?"
"I was feel I do good fast job. If I was have time it would pad self on back."
His mouth dropped as he scribbled more on his paper.
"Have, have, er you felt no remorse or sorrow for killing him in such a vicious way?"
"No."
"You, have you ever done this before?"
His tone was some what frantic now.
"What you are mean? You are ask if I am kill before? Da this is no first time. I am no virgin to kill."
"And do you always feel remorseless when you kill?!"
He struck a nerve. Yes once I thought. The flash backs came flooding in like a torrential down pour.
The peace-fullness of Itan. The feeling the warm soft flesh as my hand calmed down on her mouth and nose to stifle any scream. The eyes opening. Those eyes...
The sound of flesh ripping under the keen edge of my knife. Those eyes looking at me in terror and pain as the wind pipe was severed.
The feeling of blood arcing all over the room and splattering on my chest, face and arms. The death rattle as she tried to suck air she would never taste again in this life. Those eyes... Those light blue eyes, eyes that will haunt me till the day I die.
The sound of her last vain gasp for air. Her eyes, staring at me as the life left them. So innocent, so pure, so unknowing. The sound of her body hitting the floor as I dragged her off her bed to lay in a pool of her own blood a sight no one would in their life time forget. At least I know I never will.
The message, "Tell Viper it's over." Casually dropped on her chest. The feeling of her cold lifeless eye lids as I closed them so I would no longer see those eyes, and so she would no longer see this sick world that deemed she no longer live.
News headlines. Lt. Kepler who was later never heard from again crying at a press conference. The sound of Shapes voice before the op, I has to be done. This must end or it will end all. We have a duty to keep life loss to a minimal.
We are not monsters. We have our own agenda but we are far from monsters. I had to do my job. Images of me in my vult banging on the wall trying to forget those eyes...
It was necessary. War is brutal, it is this way so we do not war more often. I was just an instrument of this needed brutality.
I shook my head no slowly and full of sorrow as I looked up from my thoughts into the face of the doc.
"You want to talk about it?"
He said as he started madly scribbling in his note book.
That cold cold night so dark and those eyes staring at me... Lifeless. And he wanted to talk about it?!?!
"No!"
I said more firmly then I intended.
"If you don't mind telling why did you do what you now regret?"
"I am no regret I am just have sorrow of that death. Duty is why I do it."
"Is every thing you do out of duty?"
"Nyet, only most."
"When you kill is is out of duty?"
"Yes. This is why I am have no regret."
"I see."
I'm pretty sure he was half way done with that note book by about now.
"If you could say any thing to the people you killed what would it be?"
"I am sorry your life is end now, as you would be sorry if my life was end so soon. Is what is need happen, maybe next time you will be one who is kill and I will be one who is die. I am mean no hard feeling."
The interview was mostly over after this. He asked a few more questions, but he could see he struck a nerve and that I was less then responsive.
I left with a heavy weight on me as I tried once again to deal with the flood of emotions that have been reopened. As I got to my small state proved dorm I sat down on my bed and deiced to do what I have always done.
I reminded my self I had to do what I did and that I did a good job, I could not blame my self. And even if what I had done was wrong it was done all the pain I put my self though could not change that.
Then I put the feelings and the pain into an emotional box, a box I hoped would never be opened again.
I get the feeling these two weeks off the job may not be a bad thing.
Entry Thirteen:
I was never good at taking time off. I hate not having my fingers in every thing. So needless to say when I "heard" ol pete had popped up again I was glad to take some time off taking time off to go pay him a small visit.
I had known for some time he was also a UIT senator in addition to his other activities the UIT knew nothing about. And from what I had heard he was back from "campaigning in grey space" to do his "job".
Truth was a small bill was trying to get passed that would in a nut shell make his profits in grey space from the many things he does, diminish some what. So he was back in dau for the time being.
So I made my way to his government provided room one night and waited. When he opened the door and ran right in to my arms I swear he looked like he was gonna die on me right there.
"So we are meet again."
I said calmly.
"You, you, how, what the hel..."
"Why you are leave from place of crime? You are should stay for questioning."
He sat down in a small chair by the door and looked up at me in disbelieve. Then I heard heals clanking on the marble floor.
"Ok hands up."
I spun around quickly to the sound at the door, I saw a female with a small handgun in her hand. She leveled it with my head as I rolled out of the door way.
I looked up at Pete who was now grinning. A UIT secretary why did I not factor that in. I waited for her to come around the corner crouched down on my haunches.
Her gun came around first as Pete screamed for her too look out, but it was too late I had her wrist in my hand and I quickly slammed it in to the door frame till she dropped the gun.
Next thing I knew I was doubled over on her knee which she had deiced to ram in the general direction of my groin. I should have factored a cup into the plan too...
I tried to recover from the blow as she slammed her fist into the side of my head dropping me to one knee. As I went down I grabbed her ankle with my right hand and slammed my left fist into the back of her knee, dropping her to the ground with me.
As she came down she took a swing at my head again but I was gaining perception back and she only hit the air. Shoved her back clumsily and rolled over getting back up on my feet.
She looked around for the gun as she kicked back up, I took advantage of her momentary distraction to send a mid line kick her way. She clumsily blocked it with her shin as I closed in on her taking advantage of her as she tried regaining her balance after the power of my blow.
As I launched a flurry of blows at her forcing her to defend I realized I could not kill her. Thing with dead bodies is they tend to attract news crews. Then add in the fact that it would be a dead body in a senators room and well, you get more publicity then I want.
Finally I made a connecting hit with her right shoulder, spinning her and making room for a fallow up. I quickly shoved her all the way around and slammed my fist in to her lower back she shot forwards and landed on a small end table.
As I was trying to think of a quick way of taking her out with out killing her she spun around and stuffed the small lamp that had been on the table in to my face. I managed to block her hands but the lamp still connected. The lamp shade giving under the force of hitting my face and the glass bulb shattering and cutting deep.
Luckily it was all below my eyes so I would not have to worry about the blood obscuring my vision, unfortunately I still had a bent up lamp shade over my head. I felt her foot hit me in the gut and then lifted my knee up as I felt her readjust for another shot. I got lucky she was aiming lower then my gut and had hit my knee like I hoped she would.
I ripped the lamp shade off my face and with any hint of an accent said.
"What is with you any my balls woman?!"
She only responded by throwing a ax kick to my head, but I was ready this time and deftly parried her foot. It was then that I realized that in her heels she had to be balancing on the balls of her feet like a boxer.
Doing so is nice as it allows you greater mobility but it also upsets your balance should you take a hit. I backed up to keep her in kicking range. She took the bait and launched a mid line kick at my thigh. I grabbed her foot and yanked hard sending her speeding to the floor.
As her head whizzed past her legs sliding on the marble floor, I reached out an grabbed a hand full of her hair, pivoting on one foot I kneeled down behind her drawing my concealed blaster as I did so.
And pressing it in to her back. With her doing something like the splits spiraled out on the floor there was little she could do to disarm me.
"What did I ever do to you? Never mind I don't care just don't make me shoot you."
I quickly looked around the room, Pete was gone again.
I slowly took the hand I had kept on her hair in order to prevent any ideas to head-butting me and got up quickly.
"Ok where is he?"
I barked keeping my gun on her.
"Getting the cops to bust your ass I hope."
She spat with contempt, reminding my of why me and the one time me Kate another UIT secretary would have most likely never worked out even if she had not run off with some one else.
I looked around one last time. One thing ol pete was good at is going bye bye.
"Tell him we'll be in touch."
I said as I ran out the door and pocketed my blaster.
I limped into my ship wondering of all the neat little internal body armor the Serco had come up with why had they not come up with a way of protection my generations to come. I hate fighting women...
Entry Fourteen:
"Have it ready!"
I screamed in to my sat com audio really head set. I was talking to the station head master who was having a hard time keeping up with all the people t-porting in and requesting new ships. No I was not in sednia and no a cap ship war as they have become called was not on.
My location was Deneb C 10. I was trying in vain to keep my ship alive just long enough for back up to warp in. BAM! the rockets hit as I showered my target with n2 fire.
I saw a blinding white light as my t-port kicked in and I found my self in the med bay. I reoriented my self and started running for the door and down the hall to the docking bay.
"She is ready?"
"Yes sir. Door open and every thing."
"Good."
I looked at the IDF valk out fitted with tri-n2s only briefly before jumping in. I was running on auto, fully immersed in combat mode. I've found when I get like this I resemble more of a machine then a human.
I become automated pain becomes only a way of knowing if I can go on with out stopping, fear is nonexistent, fatigue is ignored. I exist for the sole purpose of completing the mission. Todays mission was the removal of the Serco from Deneb.
In what has become some of the most heavy fighting in the Serco Itani war since the incursions of 4389 after the death of the two leaders in the ill fated contest.
The itani were on the defense once again as the Serco pushed inwards. Normally I would have been on the other side but seeing as this was not normally and I had deiced as the Itani where only defending them self's this could be seen as defense of the weak.
Defense of the weak is what I live for at least in this life, so I lost 2000 points of Serco faction that took many days to get, in-order to full fill my lusts for combat.
He strafed in-front of me trying in vain to avoid my accurate fire that poured in to his hull. She fired with even more accuracy as her AGT tore the back of my ship to pieces.
With less then 10% left on my ship I powered forwards making sure to keep barrel rolling in order to dodge at least some of the heavy fire I was taking.
"Is it ready?!"
The voice on the other end sighed.
"Yes."
His ship exploded in-front of me Itani high command started to congratulate me and my group on out good work and inform us of how many we still needed to kill as her rockets slammed into me.
Back in the med bay I jumped up again and started my run to the hanger.
All this combat takes me back to the VPR/IA vs BLAK war. I loved it then and I love it now. Heavy fighting and heavy losses on both sides, in the end it calmed down to some thing of the stale mate as the IA members started making less of a showing and the BLAK members in the end just vanished.
But now I was back and in the middle of it all.
Entering Deneb C 10. My computer beeped.
It was great to be back.
Entry Fifteen:
I slipped the blast proof cup down my pants before tucking in my shirt strapping on my SMG holster and gun, then pulling on my over coat.
"This time I was taking no hits to the balls from any thing." I mumbled wincing as I remembered last time.
The many traders of the galaxy were making a killing with every one off taking up arms and doing BP missions for the faction of their choice.
Leaving the trade lanes safe from any one who would dare try kill them, and the profits un touched by the teeming masses of "traders" trying to make it rich with out knowing what they where doing.
Needless to say I was not surprised to find out my old buddy Pete was one of the guys doing this, what had surprised me was when I found out he was in Deneb doing it.
Denic prices were on the rise and the trigger happy masses now in Deneb had been keeping the bot population vary low. With few miners around to heat up the roids that far north he was making a killing.
He was set up on a small hab dome based on an asteroid to avoid and Itani taxes that would be placed on him for being a business mining in their space. Needless to say I quickly took some time off BP to pay him a visit the second I found out what and where he was.
He had hired some local Itani guys for security. Nothing big or fancy, he obviously was not expecting much trouble. I thought as I walked up to the door.
"You got a card?" the first guard asked from inside the main gate.
"Yeah, but it's kinda in pieces I got it in a bag let me in I'll show you." I grunted making my self as un clear as possible hoping he would buy my story.
The air hissed as the outer airlock door came open. I stepped in and as the first door shut the second one opened letting me into the main walk way which most likely lead to every thing in the small dome.
"You one of them Serco miners I bet. Damn fools can't stop your self's from breaking things can ya?" The first guard said electing laughter from the second who was sitting on a chair looking at a sub space monitor watching some broadcast of some sort.
"Well?" He said holding out his had waiting for my card.
"Oh yeah." I said slowly as I reached into my jacket.
"Need the red or the blue one?" I said.
"What the fu..." My question put him off guard and as he took a step forward I shot him backwards with a fast right upper cut as my left hand pulled out my gun.
The second guard looked up only to see my gun in his face.
"Shhhhhhhhi..."
"Don't talk, don't move, where is Pete?" I said as I kicked the first guard to make sure he was out.
"Down the hall last door."
"Good." I said as I pulled the small taser I had in my right pocket and pressing it to his neck.
Hoping there where no more guards around I made my way down the hall and opened the door, only to find a gauss shot blaster pointed at my head.
"Mr. Stukov?"
It was Pete some sort of drink in one hand and the shot blaster in the other.
"Have a set." He said motioning to a chair opposite of him. I took it.
"Three Serco hit men. One well trained UIT secretary, and two idiot itani guards. VPR does not have the funding to train any one that well. Then we have to look at the fact that it is my job not to be found and the obviousness that you have indeed found me three times well..."
His voice trailed off I we both knew what he was getting at.
"Then we got that jacket and that gun. And what would that be on your thigh? Not a 1911 hmm? Your Lucky."
I grinned. Lucky was his nick name for me, I'd worked for him a few times in the past he always paid well and loved the fact that no matter what I always got the job done hence his nick name for me.
"Serco space ain't far off he said pulling a cold roid rammer out of a small food containment unit. Want one?"
I took the drink grinning even more now.
"Sooo what would you want with hunting me down like this hmm? You know if it's a hit I'll pay 3 times for the other guys head."
"Haha, no hit. Mostly I got bored, they really don't give us that much to do them VPRs, and I kind had a few questions I wanted answered."
"We all got questions boy you go first."
"So true, any way in the dinner, you hit the ground before I said a thing. And I know I heard them first. You knew they where coming didn't you."
"Yup, you can thank your friend Dr. Lector. For some reason he seems to hate Lahmi allot. He had been paying my guys too keep miners away from his roids and when he found out VPRs where gonna ask some questions it did not take him too long to find out who it was gonna be asking."
"So he set me up, the gun men where meant to kill me not you."
"You got it, though I think he would have sent them regardless of who had come. Guy creeps me out I hear he eats, well um.. People." He said people in a hushed whisper."
"Lector? Heh, he's just misunderstood by most. I kinda like him, he crazy. Crazy people are good it's those sain ones that you need to watch.
So was every thing you told me in a bar true?"
"Yeah, why lie to a man about to die."
"How did Lector take it when his boys ended up dead or in prison?"
"Heh He was less pissed then I thought he would be. Though he did end our deal, he was rather distracted if I member right. Some thing about a void, or the void. I dunno."
"Yeah I've heard some about this. What do you know of "The Void"?"
"Eh? Well now that I think about it some hippy candy ass Itani was on the news thuther day talk'in bout some thing he "felt" I think he aid it was the void too."
"Yeah people always common up with some new thing to scare ya."
"Yeah like why BLAK is missing..."
His voice trailed off but we both knew what he was asking.
"What do you know?"
"What the hell you mean what do I know? I ain't no member you are!"
"All I know is they went off on a mission I was not on it next thing I know I get a message saying it's time to mingle. Our code for disappearing and going underground."
"So you are all underground?"
"I donno, I only know I am and a few others are, but the ones I know of know as little as I do about things."
"I heard you got a sweet heart she the "others" your talk'in bout?"
"Wha...? Man you been talkin to Holden, she's a new recruit man."
"Yeah ok, she the others?"
I sighed and he laughed.
"Never thought I would see the day... That Riddler guy ain't able to help you any is he?
"Riddler?"
"You ain't heard of him? And I thought you knew about everyone thing going on..."
"Heh, he may have popped up when I was doing some um... poking around."
"Yeah poking barkeeps for more drinks." He said looking at my empty bottle as he got me another.
I chuckled as he handed it to me an continued.
"Some guy made the news a few weeks ago spouting off stuff in poem. If you read between the lines some you could tell he was talk'in bout BLAK."
"Know where I could find him?"
"Nah, but I would bet he does not use the name riddler all the time, I would look for some one who had a different IFF code and then vanished before he came up in B 8."
"He was in B 8?"
"Yeah he was there for a bit him and Leber mac talked some then he vanished and ain't been seen again."
"What was he in?"
"No one knows he was out of range."
"Hmm, I'll have to look into finding him. Thanks for the help and drinks."
"Any time take care boy." He said as I got up to leave.
"Oh by the by I know you've been doing some mining who's roid charts ew been using when you do it?"
"The VPR one's of course."
"Bull!"
"Well ok so the one's they have are for the most incomplete..."
"So you used my damn ones didn't you?!?!"
"Bye Pete."
I said as I closed the door grinning and dashed off to my ship laughing as I heard "DAMN YOU!" echo though the dome.
Entry Sixteen:
I looked at Seta our eyes locked and I nodded. I looked behind Seta to get one good last look at TK, poor kid I think it was his first real time pointing a gun at some one. These guys need to realize it's not the same thing to kill some one in a space ship where you can't see or hear him as he goes into his last death thoughts.
Seta looked calm. He had either done this before or he was just not concerned to much with death. He was older then most of the guys in VPR. At his temples his dark hair was going gray, though his body was still strong and in good shape. Me and him hit it off well from day one.
I think his main reason for joining VPR other then wanting to be part of some thing was due to his desire to do the right thing and stop evil. He had done well for him self already having made it to the council with out having really had been with VPR all that long. If he keeps going he is well on his way to an LT spot or maybe more.
TK on the other hand was a younger guy. I think he join VPR more just to shoot stuff and have a cool uniform. He is more or the the "class clown" of VPR always coming up with some thing funny, or some crazy story. But like most young guys he is inexperienced.
Now don't get me wrong VPR is not trying to not train their guys. But it's hard with so few tested combat pilots in their ranks. And then you need to remember that BLAK is missing meaning all the new guys really have no way to get the valuable training that comes with just doing it.
Lately how ever Millennium Blackhawk has been doing his best to whip the many new guys in to fighting shape via many training classes. And it is having noticeable results. Though I do often laugh to my self when I think of how I am still growing by leaps and bounds combatively, while VPR is only slowly growing. I can only hope my comrades are doing the same. Where ever they are.
With out much to do lately in space the UIT government has started having us do ground work. As we are all trained in ground based combat tactics in addition to space born tactics, they felt we could do the job well.
What I don't think they counted on was the fact that all of these guys had not done any of this stuff since basic. But that's the government for you all ways sending the little people in to combat thinking they know what they are doing.
I shook my head one last time taking my eyes from TK. Me and Seta had been sent to this place which was a reported illegal drug and weapons stop off. The reports found to be true we called for back up. TK, QCP46, M. Duncan and Nerde Verde had all showed up to help out.
M. Duncan took command and told us we had a warrant to take the place and the inhabitants by what ever means necessary. He decided to split in to two teams him, QCP, and Nerde all armed with plasma SMGs would take the back.
Seta was leader of team two, him me, and TK would take the front. Me and Seta only had our service blasters which are not worth the time used to make them, and TK had a SMG like the rest of the guys that came to back us up. Nice how they forgot good guns for me and Seta. Like I said rusty...
We had three perps inside 2 male 1 female, last time we looked they where both in the back room. The place was old and not all that big, looked like a kitchen 2 bedrooms and a small living room. The doors with hinges that you had to pull on a handle also told me the place was old, or just cheaply made.
All this brings us to now. With me on the right side of the door Seta on the left and TK right behind him. I started the count down. Plan was I would open the door Seta would toss in a bang we would wait for the flash and move in.
3
2
1
Click
The door was unlocked and opened with only a small click. I moved out of the way and in went the bang. I plugged my ears and closed my eyes out of habit.
BAM!
I went in first and moved to the right Seta right on my heels.
BAM!
M. Duncan and his team where now moving into the back.
As I entered the room I saw one of the men.
"Down! Down! Down! Hands up! Vipers!"
I screamed as he clumsily fell to the floor and put his hands on his head not really knowing what was going on.
I heard auto matic fire off to my left. And turned to see TK firing wildly around the room. Panning the room making sure I had not missed seeing any one, I realized he was firing at nothing.
I knew he was just scared, I needed to snap him back in to reality and let his training take over.
"TK! We are need some one watch door make sure no one is try sneak up behind."
I said as I touched his arm.
"Ok, I'm on it!" He said settling down in to a crouch using the door way as cover and looking around the street ousted the house.
I looked over at Seta he looked back at me and mouthed "thanks" I nodded, then turned my eyes back to our perp.
Seta moved as I covered him and put flexie cuffs on him then rolled him on his back and helped him to his feet all the time reading him his rights. I love Seta, he is 100% by the book. I would love to have him on the wrong side, but I know that will never happen.
M. Duncan and his team had taken the other two criminals, and we met in the small parking space to debrief and question the prisoners, as we awaited the local crime scene guys. It was then I saw they had cuffed the prisoners hands in front of them not in back like Seta had done with ours.
I watched in horror as the man lifted his hands to his mouth and then separated them. He had a razor in his cheeks I thought as I started racing towards him.
He was already moving behind M. Duncan the razor in his hand that he was now faking were cuffed.
"Stop! No move!"
I shouted and I dove for the man tackling him from the waist. Just before he could reach M. Duncan.
The teams turned to face me as I quickly grabbed for the mans hand with the razor in it. Then I realized he was lifeless, and the razor was missing.
I rolled him over only to see the back of his head smashed in. I guess the force of me hitting him with out him being ready for it, then my landing on him and his head all on a cement pad, well...
As I got up I felt a small burning in my back as the adrenaline started to subside.
"Man he got you, the razor is still in there." Nerde said pointing at my back.
"Now I am need a new uniform." I said as I reached be hind my self and felt all the blood soaking my back.
My words broke the tenseness of the situation and every one started laughing knowing the job was done and every one was safe.
18 stitches later, the doc told me it was a 5 inch long cut. Fortunately the blade was not dirty and the man had no deceases so I was ok other then a cut that would heal. Cool thing about razors is they cut vary clean if I'm lucky I may not even have a scar afterwards.
Sadly however, I now had to take 3 weeks off to heal. I had to go see a board of inquiry to make sure I did not use excessive force, and after having killed another man I now needed to go see the head doc again.
I really need to go back to the old life, it's getting where I can't even kill to relive stress.
Entry Seventeen:
I sat down in the cockpit of my ship, wincing as my three day old cut touched the back of the chair. The auto flight was over and time to dock and get to the bottom of things.
It took some digging, well more then some, but I ended up tracking down the Riddler. He was currently a Serco, I found him by timing locations of dock times, flight logs to and from Sednia.
The hard part was getting him to agree to have a talk, we finally agreed to meet in Helios, other then miners it was mostly empty all the time. The perfect place to not be seen in.
I walked into the bar half hoping to be able to recognize him right off the batt as some one from BLAK. I was wrong.
Most of the members of BLAK are either Itani or UIT so as this guy was not Sebastian he could have been any one. I looked hard at him his face was covered with implants he had blue eyes no hair, medium build, about 180lb. He could have been any one.
I walked up to the bar sitting down next to him I said with the Russian accent.
"Look to me I am white all over."
"But I'll bet your BLAK on the inside."
He replayed, it was one of our passwords used for times like this, though it was still not enough we both knew it.
"What would make a good leader of men?"
"He would be need to be any Shape."
He looked up and grinned. I could see him studying me, I too had changed, VPR though para-military had no code on the length of your hair. So i had grown mine out shoulder length, then removed many of the implants visible on my body and changed my eye color from brown to green.
"What's been going on man?"
I asked dropping the accent.
"I take it you are not one of the guys that where on the mission."
"I wanted to be."
"Yeah we all did, you know what happened?"
"Yeah I heard it was bad."
"Well it could have been worse the bot was killed, but it was at cost."
"That's what I hear. So where is every one? Last time I talked to any of the BLAKs other then the few I maintained contact with who knew less then I did was when I got the message to go away."
"Yeah we all got it. Well most."
"Most?"
"Most of the guys that where on the mission where given Tung medical care in return they where also payed well to help find ways of beating the Hive should more of these things spawn."
"So that is where you all have been why did no one contact me?"
"Well first off it's not where all of them have been, and second when you disagreed you did a good job."
"Shape knew where and who I was."
"Shape is one of the reasons we are not back."
"What?"
"Well not all of us stayed with Tung, Shape and two others went off after the mission."
"Where?"
"We don't know."
I look down at a small data pad with my name on it.
Lahmi Stukov,
UIT,
0/0/0/0/0
I had just gotten my pilot licenses. I slowly shake my head, sadly this was needed for the em-betterment of all. I wince as I stick the data pad in my jacket pocked, disturbing a still large un-healed wound on my side.
Yes that life is over for now, no more scars, no more combat. This is my new life.
Entry two:
Today I was pirated for the first time, I cursed my low license levels as my ship exploded around me and I t-ported out. I rushed in a rage to the docking bay only to remember, I could'nt even buy a decent combat ship.
I guess this was for the better, if I showed up and killed an infamous pirate it would most likely make the news, and with my past that public lime light is the last thing I want.
I am starting to hate pirates.
Entry three:
I have been doing allot of trading. It has given me time to refine who I am. I am Lahmi Stukov, UIT with Russian heritage dating back to old earth. After being a killed a few times by pirates I have decided I am vary anti-pirate. Which will work out vary well in hiding my past.
I am looking into finding a good trading guild so I will have people to talk with on my long trade routes. Sadly there are few of what I would call "good" trade guilds.
My levels have gotten good, mostly in trade of which I now have license level 9. The new TPG moths have made trade vary easy to one who knows what they are doing.
Entry four:
Today the unthinkable happened. Well maybe not so unthinkable, and actually vary logical all things considered.
Today I met a VPR in an ion storm and started chatting with him. I knew much about VPR, heh, I've killed almost every member at one point or another in my past for that matter.
And now after having sworn to be peaceful I not only considered joining but I did. It is no fault of the people that recruited my, they where vary inquisitive, I was just better at deceit. I guess this ends my ideas of staying pasifistic, but deep down I knew I never could have any way.
The hard part was where we did some training. It was a small duel with me and one of the VPR LTs. I had to stop my self from wining after scoring the first hits on him in the duel and maintaining 100%. Slowing my dodges and falling into patterns I lost quickly.
The hardest part about all this was the pain my ego must face.
It will be hard going from being a top pilot to just another guy that thinks he's got what it takes.
Entry five:
If I was ever to write a rule book for VPR some where at the top of the rules would be some thing like: NEVER FORGET TO TAKE OFF YOUR UNIFORM IN GREY SPACE!!!
Yes that’s right I forgot to take mine off. You see after a while you get used to leaving your ship and putting on the uniform. Well like any other day I left my ship with my uniform on. Unlike most days I was in Odia, M 14.
I don’t know why I came here. I was on my way to B 8 during a long patrol/hunt for a lone Syn member. I heard over my com that he had been killed and the hunt was over for the time being. This left me with little to do, being in Odia at the time I guess I just thought it would be nice to drop in for old times sake.
The second I walked into the bar and every one stopped what they were doing to look at me I knew some thing was wrong.
It was then that I realized what I was in. Now my gut told me to go back to my ship and change, but then my ego informed me that this would mean: A. I messed up. B: I was scared of the people in the bar. And then C: I knew I messed up and admited it.
That ego thing is going to be the death of me one day I swear...
So I sunder up to the bar still in my uni and ask for a Serco roid rammer, it’s been along time since I last had one. Sadly I don’t even have my glass to my lips when some young punk steps up to the bar and asks.
“Ay pretty boy chu lost?”
“Leave me alone I am just want drink in peace.” I shot back calmly but at the same time with hostility.
“We don’t like drinking with Worms!” He said loudly getting the attention and approval of many in the bar. (note: a worm is the gray space name for VPRs as worms are rather harmless and resembal snakes)
By this point I had still not gotten a drink and my patience was getting thin.
“Then close the eyes you are have and think you are back home with mommy.” I sated my voice dripping with contempt.
The young punks face grew red with rage as he swung a wide right hook to my head, I knew it would be coming before I said any thing. Chucking my glass and sadly my Roid Rammer in to his face and quickly bending at the knees I slipped low under his punch coming up quickly before he could recover his momentum and slamming my left elbow hard into his jaw.
He dropped like the armor on a free bus in an ion storm. Now I may not have been afraid of the other patrons in the bar but I knew better then to hang around. Quickly I turned and sprinted for the door my enhanced legs quickly putting distance between me and any one else who ran after me.
The moral of this story, VPR uniforms + Odia bars = A waste of a good drink.
Entry Six:
It would seem that there would be no repercussions for my little outing in grey space. The pirates liked to keep too them self’s that a VPR came into their bar, kicked some butt, and they could do nothing to stop him.
I must say, it felt really good to not hold back and just hit that kid with all I had. For all I know I killed him. All the pent up frustration at not being able to fully fight for fear of some one guessing I am not all that I seem was released. At least for the time being.
That has to be the hardest part about my new life is the fact that I can’t allow my self to kill people I normally would be able to kill.
There will always be tons of bad combat pilots around. But there are few good ones, by becoming a bad pilot at least for the time being, I make my self more anonymous.
Entry Seven:
Lately I have been spending allot more time in grey space and allot less time trading. My story is that I've gotten some training from my brothers at arms, and I'm just doing my job.
Truth of the matter is I just like to have a reason for killing. I've found if I can be given a good reason I can kill any thing no matter how well I like this person. At this same time I must find a balance. I am party to so much information, the justifications are so hard to really justify.
Take the petty war with the Itani and the Serco, the root of it all, misunderstanding. Some Itani thought Serco where nuts, some Serco thought a drug was harmless. Next thing you know you've got a war. Both groups not in the right or the wrong. It was just a miss-understanding. So if you have a war based on such pettyness how can you fight for one side or the other?
Such thoughts as these are what I feel ultimately lead me to my old life, and in the end this life. One must live for them self's, because in truth no one else cares... But I'm getting ahead of my self and way off topic.
B 8 the home of combat, and a large part of the Itani/Serco war. Mostly it's the Itanis attempt to control the Serco Xith cargo lanes. Personally if I were the Serco I would not play a defensive game I would instead go to maybe Bracus C 2 and hold it in order to draw Itani away from B 8, but what do I know.
Due to it's strategic location, and the fact that it is in grey space many pirates try to control it. As a VPR it is my job to prevent this. So lately that is what I've been doing. I must say my combat tactics have changed greatly mostly do to the fact that I can no longer fight as I am used to due to fear of some one recognizing me. so I must now adopt a new method.
Maybe if any thing this new method will be some good that will come from this journey and new life. I have found that by handycapping my self in combat I am forced to become better at things I never would have other wise.
I guess it al heralds back to what my old mentor on Serco Prime used to tell me:
"If it is easy you will become easy, if it is hard you will you will become hard. So do you want it easy or do you want it hard?" ~ Head Trainer Oruth Korun SSMC
Entry Eight:
Serco Roid Rammers, oh how I love them. Now don't get me wrong I'm not a heavy drinker, but when I do get a drink I like it to bite me nice and hard.
So many things have happend to me over a fee good rounds of this stuff. Like what lead me to being here. Back some time ago a group known as Border Patrol or BP where made by the TPG robotics devision as a test for their new AI system.
They out fitted a bunch of MK3 vults with the new AI and sent them down to grey space. It was the first unmanned mission to travel so far (Dau to Sedina) and made much news.
The BP's had programed lists of known pirates and criminals. When they saw one the wold engage to the death, for the most. Sadly due to the ships and the fact that no computer can match up with a human no matter how smart, thus it started become cost effective for them to run after they lost a pre-defined amount of health.
Now then BLAK had gotten a large number of the BP ships and turned them over to our more mechanical guys. The guys had a field day playing around with the new AI and one of them even found a small loop hole that allowed the KOS lists to be over ridden remotely.
To do this how ever we needed to plant a small virus in the TPG date base. It was shunned for quite some time seeing as it would put one of our guys at risk and also due to the fact that BPs really where not too big of a deal.
So after a few drinks celebrating our latest great stunt. Alamar showed me the virus he had christened BLAK.HELL. He then said it would be cool to see what it could do but that no one had come forward. Now I'm good at holding my drinks and stuff but there is a reason I don't fly after a few rounds. So needless to say I told him that I bet I could do it no problem.
It was no big deal TPG is so big they really can't have great security every where, so one night I went in and uploaded the virus.
For the next few weeks there where reports of BPs attacking traders and going rouge, even a few bounties were posted on certain units. We where loving it.
After a bit all the rouges where either killed or re-claimed, and most of the BP where recalled for safety reasons. We had more drinks and partied it up once more. Job well done.
It was around this time that we got a call from some one in Tung mining. It would seem that the bots have gotten allot smarter lately and this has been affecting Tungs mining ops. They wanted to know if we could kill and retrieve a Queen for them relatively intact.
It was some what harder to kill a Queen with out messing it up too bad, but you know BLAK always good at what ever job we where being payed for.
After the Queen was examined heavily and after some time it turned out a BP had been killed by bots most likely in a ion storm. The bots had assembled the new BP AI and made it part of their own. The Queen in latos that had this new AI started pouring out new bots who used it as well.
In time this Queen had though some means or another gotten a few other Queens infected with the new AI. Thanks to the advanced coms of the BP the Queens we're now able to unite them self's. At the time we killed the Queen in Odia, it's logs showed it had contact with 4 other Queens, in Iatos, Sednia, Bracus and Edras. It also showed that these Queens (totaling around 9) Where assembling a command center of a sort in Odia.
Needless to say the Tung guys did not want to lose the mineral rich system of Odia to bots, they informed us of the situation and heard us to survey and if possible take out the new command center.
After tracking down where most of the Hive activity in Odia was originating from we found a massive structure, defend at the time by 5 Queens. This thing was about the size of a capital ship and it was still being completed. It was utterly massive for some thing made by the Hive. One could look in and see it was already producing bots of it's own as the Queens and their minions feverishly worked on completing it.
We took out intel to the Tung guys who named the command center The Leviathan. The first words out of their mouths after seeing this information was can you kill it?
They offered us 50mil to do so, as I'm sure you can guess there was no way we could turn them down.
Sadly when D-day came I was still recovering from my wounds received a cap ship battle as where a few other guys. Much debate was putt in to wither or not BLAK should wait for me and the other guys to heal before invasion. Well it was mostly me begging Shape not to leave me out.
In the end however it was deiced (when I was on heavy pain killers) that we could not risk waiting as that thing would only get stronger as time wore on.
Last I heard, the op did not go so well. Shape just sent me a com telling me we needed to go. So after I was admitted from the Corvus hospital, I took on my new ID and here I am.
I hope those guys are ok, it's been some time sense I've heard any thing, lately there have been reports of some BLAK activity but most of it is unconfirmable. My self I've seen Shape for about 10 secs in b 8 once. I also have made contact with a few of the guys via encrypted com, but other then that life has been lonely.
Looking down at the empty case of roid rammers I remembered I had a patrol in morning and stumbled off to find my bunk.
Entry Nine:
I have always been vary much of a team player. Latly how ever I have been lacking a team. Now don't get me wrong VPR is a nice bunch of guys and all but they are vary seldom around, I often end up going on patrols by my self. All though it is against reulations, it gives me some thing to do other then wait for some other guy to show up and help.
I think with the absence of BLAK there has been a vacum created in what VPRs can do. I mean back in the day all they would have to do is show up in B 8 and BLAK would be more then happy to give them some thing to do.
Now how ever all that is left to do is vainly try to find the few remaining crimanls left in space and gun them down. We've even turned to waring with SCAR, of course VPR had a good reason to do so, but I think deep down in side of every VPR there was a part that said, yay some thing to shoot at.
Now don't get me wrong VPR is no group of war mongers, they are for the most ex-traders who got sick of being shot at. How ever we all train for war, we ready our selfs for battle, it becomes our life. So when the time comes to uses this training you can bet we are happy.
Or at least I'm happy, I some times wonder about the other VPRs. Man I can't wait to come back...
Entry Ten:
I have been spending alotta time trying to find out what happened that night, from what I can piece together our little virus is bigger then we ever intended it to become.
Using my VPR badge I gained access to a Tung data base I was looking for some money VPR believed to have been being laundered and then used to fund pirate activities.
I knew this was all true, how else would they have paid the guys for that one job. How ever VPR knew nothing about it, but it did provided some nice cover. I was given access to their massive data base and using a few tricks of the trade I got in to the main data base on Odia and the activities log for the area. I securely down loaded it all and informed the Tung guys that VPR must have been misinformed about the laundering. Much to the relief of the guilty Tung Forman.
After spending days looking at all the reports and decoding "important" information I came across a file named "Asteroid Cleaners". At fist I thought it was Miner jargon for some beam or some thing but as I looked closer I found the location of these "Cleaners Roids" was in unmarked space. It happened to be in the same sector as the Leviathan that took out my guild that night.
This information lead me to a small moon, believe it or not the same small moon where I did my first job with Tung, but that's an other story. It was here Tung has set up a research base for you guessed it. The remnants of these new bots. It was here my data lead me to believe they had information on what went down that night.
Now need less to say I could no longer go in as a VPR first off there was the fact that 2 visits from VPR in less then a week would look odd. And most likely make it back to maso. Last thing I wanted was attention drawn to my self. And secondly there was the fact the no one was support to know about this moon.
So I got my self a jet black Corvus Vult, mostly for old times sake and set down on the moon outside of scanner range. From there I hiked in and made my way in to the the base. From there I managed with much difficulty (and alittle blood shed) to gain access to all the compiled information on the bots and operation BLAK out.
Operation BLAK out was what they code named the attack on the Leviathan that night, from what I could tell the Leviathan was destroyed in the attack how ever there was a small notation on small amounts of life lost in the processes and many wounds. From the bills payed to a small band of Itani monks who act as healers for people with money that would like to remain anonymous, I could surmise most of the team was hurt in one way or another.
It would also seem that our little virus was the reason most of this has happened. It would seem from the synopsis the Tung guys did on the bots that BLAK.hell once interfaced with the new AI from the TPG BP bots it gained massive intelligence to an almost human level. From there it would also seem it found a way of interfacing it's computer technology with that of biological beings.
Tough some digging in VPR records it would appear that at the same time as out virus was launched into the BPs many low level and one or two high level TPG member were mysteriously abducted. TPG kept all of this hush hush to keep panic down and not to lose any more face in what the media was calling the Border Problem AI.
At the same time Tung was keeping it's information to it's self so as to keep the people from panicking. The government from interfering in it's luxurious and some times less then legal mining ops. And lastly they from what I can tell want to find a way of harnessing the power of these new bots and turn them into not only a powerful defensive/mining force.
How ever there are many implications to this as well, if TPG were to do this they would also have a massive army on their hands. And army like as unto what the Serco had in the last great war. An army of mindless drones capable of taking over the universe.
How ever that is only if they can get the AI which is where we hit the other end of the implications. If they experiment and it goes wrong they will only feed the fuel that is this new robotic menace. This new robotic menace will never stop learning, it could conceivably grow to match the intelligence of humans. Or worst surpass it. And at the same time these robots would have again the same kind of army as Tung would if it could master the robots.
I fear no matter what happens dark days are ahead. I to try getting some sleep before I decide what to do with this new information.
Entry Eleven:
My combat boots made a soft crunching sound as I walked up to the small dinner. Looking around I knew this had to be the poor side of the small planet I was on in Latos. For that matter the whole planet could be the poor side. Nothing much in gray space is fancy.
I looked at my VPR uniform in the reflection in the glass window by the front door. Today I was one VPR duty, I never really got used to seeing my self in a VPR uniform, though every one will tell you it looks vary good on me, I keep it in great condition. One thing that never left me was my Serco training, and the fact that you always make your uniform look good no matter what.
I opened the door and stepped in to the dinner the man I was meeting here was some thing of the controller for most of the mining that goes on in Latos, but word on the street is that he also knows just about any thing you want to know about mining. Who is doing it, where they are doing it, and what they are making doing it.
It was for this information I was here, IGPK has been caused of severely hampering Helio prices in much of UIT and gray space. This has not gone un-noted by the higher ups in UIT command and they want to know if the allegations are true.
Personally I think they are just using VPR to help them get to the bottom of this and then from there they will do what they can to make sure they don't lose any more money. I fear this may mean them using VPR to start a war with IGPK in a effort to stop their mining.
I looked at the old waitress.
"I am look for Peter Hochkin you are know where I can find?"
"Honey ol Pete's right thar you just walked past him." She said back stifling a giggle.
I turned to look at the older man.
"Are Mr. Hochkin?"
"Nah, I'm Pete son, what chu need?"
"I am wonder about ore price that go down."
"Eh? You talk'in bout the helio crash?"
"Da, I think we are on same page."
"Eh, what would VPR need to know bout mining? Y'all seem to have handle on it right now wit out me help."
"We are need know who is do so much mining."
"Eh well, I don't think y'all are gonna have a good reason to know. But I don't like the feller that's do'in the mining so I'll tell ya. You know that Lector guy?"
"I am see him."
"Yeah? Well he's the one that's done it. See he has some roid that is vary nice, so he'z try'in tu make every one hate IGPK by making them look bad. Somthing like Lydia dropped a crate of helio on his Itani livers or some thang like that. Any ways he's pissed bout some thing, and's taking it out on IGPK."
"So he is defame them?"
"Yeah some thing like that."
"You are know were he is have roids?"
"Eh, they would'in call me Papa Miner if I did'nt know a bit."
"You are know Dr. Lector is pirate and is would be nice to stop him from do any thing."
"Yeah I know, eh ok I'll...
It was then I heard the click of a gun's firing pin engaging.
I looked around trying to pin point the location of the gun man as I yelled get down. Blaster fire filled the room coming from the road out side the dinner. Pete had gotten down but the waitress had taken her time. She was down now, I doubted she would ever get back up.
I pulled my gun, well actually I had pulled it out before I hit the ground now I was trying to find a target. From what I could tell this was some thing of a drive by shooting, the gun man was in the back of a older model hover craft laying down heavy fire with a medium sized phase assault rifle.
I quickly popped up from my hiding place behind the small bench I had been sitting on. As the gun man came into full view I fired 2 crisp shots. As I ducked back down I saw his head snap backwards. I waited a second for more fire to fill the room in retaliation. But for a second there was no sound.
Then I heard the hover crafts engine gunning. I knew they we're gonna try and run. Now maybe it was not the smartest thing to do, but lately I've found my self being more aggressive then I normally am. I think it has some thing to do with the fact that I can no longer just kill any one. And then even the people I would normally send back to the docking bay they came from I can't out of fear that they will find my secret I have worked so hard to hid.
So in a moment of pure aggression and a lust for danger I jumped over the bench and ran straight for the now shattered window jumping out it and in to the road. I looked rapidly around to see which way the craft went it was just gaining speed and was only a few meters away.
Older hover crafts took a little time for the propulsion drivers to warm up so to speak so I knew I had a small window of time when it could not go vary fast. I started off running at about 56kms an hour (35 miles) grateful I had not gotten my serco enhanced legs reversed when I went underground.
As I caught up with the craft it's drives started warming up and the driver attempted to lift off seeing my speed. As he did I jumped up grabbing on to the back bumper and pouring fire from my small blaster in to the rear propulsion lift. In a matter of seconds we where back on the ground the craft sputtering to a halt.
I walked around to the drivers side of the craft yelling for them to get out with their hands on their heads. The drivers door started to open and as the diver got out I realized I had made mistake and gotten to close to the car.
He quickly sent his foot into my hand sending my gun to the ground a few feet away. I reached up with my left hand blocking his fast round house swing. I knew I had little time as it would not take long for the other passenger to get out and start helping the driver.
I reached into my waist band and pulled out a push dagger with my right hand as he swung an upper cut with his left hand I took a half step back only to duck duck down low and then use the momentum generated by my getting back up to slam the small knife in to the soft skin under his chin.
As he recoiled I slammed my fist with the knife still clutched between my fingers deep in to his neck right where I knew his carotid artery was. I knew I had hit when I pulled the knife out and blood shot out soaking my arm up to the mid bicep.
I looked back at the car as the driver collapsed at my feet. The passenger had reached back and gotten the rifle the gun man had during my short altercation with the driver. I hit the dirt rolling towards my hang gun as gun fire filled the air where I had been.
Grabbing my gun as I rolled past it I fell limp onto my back raising my gun up and firing in the direction of the craft. The new gun man got down for cover.
I stood up and shouted.
"There is no hid from me! Throw gun out and have hands up! Do no make me kill you!"
A few seconds later the rifle clattered to the ground and the gunman stood up with his hands on his head. Never underestimate was a little fear will do to some one.
After cuffing the second gun man I called VPR HQ and requested back up. Not that I needed it now but, I had to make a good show of following protocol. I made sure to wipe my non-regulation push dagger down and strap it on to the belt of the diver before the VPRs came in. Last thing I wanted was questions about what I was doing with less then legal weapons on my person.
Me and Seta slowly made our way back to the dinner as the rest of the guys took care of the prisoner.
"I still can't believe you do that. You rock Lahmi."
Seta said enthusiastically. I tell ya other then my self he has to be one of my biggest fans. I wonder how he will take things when he learns the truth about me. I can only hope he will not be too hurt. But as things are no matter how much I want to I must lie to him.
"You are see how they are have many Serco implants?"
I said implying that they where more then just the normal thugs that plague this sector of space.
"You think it means any thing?"
"I am hope no."
As we got to the dinner Pete was no where to be found Seta asked me over and over again if I was sure he had not gotten killed. I know he lived and if I know Pete he's fine, though I wonder if he has any thing to do with this. I mean it's kinda odd how he was on the ground faster then I was.
Who knows. All I know is I have to be ready for a medal ceremony in an hour so that's all for this log.
Entry Twelve:
The VPRs deiced after my traumatic encounter (I guess they don't do much killing) I had earned 2 weeks of leave time to be taken immediately and I also had "earned" a trip to a psychiatrist. Said trip to be taken in the same time frame as my leave.
Now don't get me wrong I have no problem with doctors other then the fact that I don't like them. Especially head doctors, they sit around and having never gone though any thing like what you have they tell you what you need to do. It just annoys me.
So here I sit waiting for the doc to come in, as he enters he looks over his pad of paper and gets a pen out of his pocket before sitting down to talk. He had this bed/chair thing he instead I lay down on. Now I don't know about you but the last thing I want to do around some one who has the power to make my life vary hard is sit down and "try to relax."
After a short time of debate he gave up and said I needed to do what ever made me more comfortable. I had to bit my tongue from asking if I should leave now as it would make me more comfortable not to be here at all. He started out with some basic questions and then went down to the incident.
"What was going on in your head as the dinner erupted around you in fire? And remember if this is to hard for you we can come back to it some other time."
"I was think many of words you are no to say. Then I am think of what I am need to to live."
"Did you feel any fear?"
"No, was no time for fear."
"You mean you did not have time for fear to register in your consciousness?"
"No I am mean, I was no have fear. It was no time for me to have fear."
"You mean you repressed all fear?"
"Was no fear for to repress, I am VPR is my job to fight for the good."
"I see..."
He scribbled on his paper for a few seconds before looking back up and continuing.
"What did you feel when you pulled that trigger and saw Velo Thorton's head snap back in a mist of blood?"
"Who is Velo?"
"Um, he was the gun man in the car who opened fire on the dinner."
"You are mean gunman one. I was feel that was good shoot when I am hit him."
"You mean you felt no sorrow? No regret for killing your fellow man?"
"He was try kill me why am I feel sorrow for save my life?"
"Um... Interesting..."
He must have scribbled furiously for over a minute, I was fully enjoying his utter lack of comprehension for my lack of emotions.
"What where you thinking when you ran after the Tassar Bomaric and Grata Melloes?"
"When I am run after the driver and gunman two I am think I must stop them before they are try kill mote people."
"So you ran after them to save other people from death? To stop them from killing any more?"
"Da, I am VPR is job that I am save other. Even if mean I am die."
There was stunned silence as he let me utter selflessness as a VPR to set in.
"Interesting."
He finally said before scribbling more in his pad and flipping the page over once.
"How did you know to shoot out the rear propulsion drive on the Mega Corp Tourus SX6 Hover Craft?"
"I am just know is what is make ship move up so I am need stop from move up. So I shoot to stop it."
"I see."
He made a small note to him self before looking back up.
"When you finally got the Tourus to stop what was going on in your head?"
"Is time make arrest."
"Nothing else?"
"Nyet."
More small notes on his pad and more page turning.
"When Tassar er the Driver got out of the Tourus what did you feel."
"I was feel I am too close to him I was see in eye of his he was know this too."
"So you knew he was going to attack you before he did?"
"Da."
"Did you feel any fear with this knowledge?"
"No I am feel only that I am need put hims down fast before he is have friend come to help."
Dead silence then more scribbling and page turning.
"What did you feel as he attacked you."
"The joy of adrenaline running in the veins. The trill of fight."
His eyes opened some what larger then normal.
"And as you killed him?"
"I was feel I do good fast job. If I was have time it would pad self on back."
His mouth dropped as he scribbled more on his paper.
"Have, have, er you felt no remorse or sorrow for killing him in such a vicious way?"
"No."
"You, have you ever done this before?"
His tone was some what frantic now.
"What you are mean? You are ask if I am kill before? Da this is no first time. I am no virgin to kill."
"And do you always feel remorseless when you kill?!"
He struck a nerve. Yes once I thought. The flash backs came flooding in like a torrential down pour.
The peace-fullness of Itan. The feeling the warm soft flesh as my hand calmed down on her mouth and nose to stifle any scream. The eyes opening. Those eyes...
The sound of flesh ripping under the keen edge of my knife. Those eyes looking at me in terror and pain as the wind pipe was severed.
The feeling of blood arcing all over the room and splattering on my chest, face and arms. The death rattle as she tried to suck air she would never taste again in this life. Those eyes... Those light blue eyes, eyes that will haunt me till the day I die.
The sound of her last vain gasp for air. Her eyes, staring at me as the life left them. So innocent, so pure, so unknowing. The sound of her body hitting the floor as I dragged her off her bed to lay in a pool of her own blood a sight no one would in their life time forget. At least I know I never will.
The message, "Tell Viper it's over." Casually dropped on her chest. The feeling of her cold lifeless eye lids as I closed them so I would no longer see those eyes, and so she would no longer see this sick world that deemed she no longer live.
News headlines. Lt. Kepler who was later never heard from again crying at a press conference. The sound of Shapes voice before the op, I has to be done. This must end or it will end all. We have a duty to keep life loss to a minimal.
We are not monsters. We have our own agenda but we are far from monsters. I had to do my job. Images of me in my vult banging on the wall trying to forget those eyes...
It was necessary. War is brutal, it is this way so we do not war more often. I was just an instrument of this needed brutality.
I shook my head no slowly and full of sorrow as I looked up from my thoughts into the face of the doc.
"You want to talk about it?"
He said as he started madly scribbling in his note book.
That cold cold night so dark and those eyes staring at me... Lifeless. And he wanted to talk about it?!?!
"No!"
I said more firmly then I intended.
"If you don't mind telling why did you do what you now regret?"
"I am no regret I am just have sorrow of that death. Duty is why I do it."
"Is every thing you do out of duty?"
"Nyet, only most."
"When you kill is is out of duty?"
"Yes. This is why I am have no regret."
"I see."
I'm pretty sure he was half way done with that note book by about now.
"If you could say any thing to the people you killed what would it be?"
"I am sorry your life is end now, as you would be sorry if my life was end so soon. Is what is need happen, maybe next time you will be one who is kill and I will be one who is die. I am mean no hard feeling."
The interview was mostly over after this. He asked a few more questions, but he could see he struck a nerve and that I was less then responsive.
I left with a heavy weight on me as I tried once again to deal with the flood of emotions that have been reopened. As I got to my small state proved dorm I sat down on my bed and deiced to do what I have always done.
I reminded my self I had to do what I did and that I did a good job, I could not blame my self. And even if what I had done was wrong it was done all the pain I put my self though could not change that.
Then I put the feelings and the pain into an emotional box, a box I hoped would never be opened again.
I get the feeling these two weeks off the job may not be a bad thing.
Entry Thirteen:
I was never good at taking time off. I hate not having my fingers in every thing. So needless to say when I "heard" ol pete had popped up again I was glad to take some time off taking time off to go pay him a small visit.
I had known for some time he was also a UIT senator in addition to his other activities the UIT knew nothing about. And from what I had heard he was back from "campaigning in grey space" to do his "job".
Truth was a small bill was trying to get passed that would in a nut shell make his profits in grey space from the many things he does, diminish some what. So he was back in dau for the time being.
So I made my way to his government provided room one night and waited. When he opened the door and ran right in to my arms I swear he looked like he was gonna die on me right there.
"So we are meet again."
I said calmly.
"You, you, how, what the hel..."
"Why you are leave from place of crime? You are should stay for questioning."
He sat down in a small chair by the door and looked up at me in disbelieve. Then I heard heals clanking on the marble floor.
"Ok hands up."
I spun around quickly to the sound at the door, I saw a female with a small handgun in her hand. She leveled it with my head as I rolled out of the door way.
I looked up at Pete who was now grinning. A UIT secretary why did I not factor that in. I waited for her to come around the corner crouched down on my haunches.
Her gun came around first as Pete screamed for her too look out, but it was too late I had her wrist in my hand and I quickly slammed it in to the door frame till she dropped the gun.
Next thing I knew I was doubled over on her knee which she had deiced to ram in the general direction of my groin. I should have factored a cup into the plan too...
I tried to recover from the blow as she slammed her fist into the side of my head dropping me to one knee. As I went down I grabbed her ankle with my right hand and slammed my left fist into the back of her knee, dropping her to the ground with me.
As she came down she took a swing at my head again but I was gaining perception back and she only hit the air. Shoved her back clumsily and rolled over getting back up on my feet.
She looked around for the gun as she kicked back up, I took advantage of her momentary distraction to send a mid line kick her way. She clumsily blocked it with her shin as I closed in on her taking advantage of her as she tried regaining her balance after the power of my blow.
As I launched a flurry of blows at her forcing her to defend I realized I could not kill her. Thing with dead bodies is they tend to attract news crews. Then add in the fact that it would be a dead body in a senators room and well, you get more publicity then I want.
Finally I made a connecting hit with her right shoulder, spinning her and making room for a fallow up. I quickly shoved her all the way around and slammed my fist in to her lower back she shot forwards and landed on a small end table.
As I was trying to think of a quick way of taking her out with out killing her she spun around and stuffed the small lamp that had been on the table in to my face. I managed to block her hands but the lamp still connected. The lamp shade giving under the force of hitting my face and the glass bulb shattering and cutting deep.
Luckily it was all below my eyes so I would not have to worry about the blood obscuring my vision, unfortunately I still had a bent up lamp shade over my head. I felt her foot hit me in the gut and then lifted my knee up as I felt her readjust for another shot. I got lucky she was aiming lower then my gut and had hit my knee like I hoped she would.
I ripped the lamp shade off my face and with any hint of an accent said.
"What is with you any my balls woman?!"
She only responded by throwing a ax kick to my head, but I was ready this time and deftly parried her foot. It was then that I realized that in her heels she had to be balancing on the balls of her feet like a boxer.
Doing so is nice as it allows you greater mobility but it also upsets your balance should you take a hit. I backed up to keep her in kicking range. She took the bait and launched a mid line kick at my thigh. I grabbed her foot and yanked hard sending her speeding to the floor.
As her head whizzed past her legs sliding on the marble floor, I reached out an grabbed a hand full of her hair, pivoting on one foot I kneeled down behind her drawing my concealed blaster as I did so.
And pressing it in to her back. With her doing something like the splits spiraled out on the floor there was little she could do to disarm me.
"What did I ever do to you? Never mind I don't care just don't make me shoot you."
I quickly looked around the room, Pete was gone again.
I slowly took the hand I had kept on her hair in order to prevent any ideas to head-butting me and got up quickly.
"Ok where is he?"
I barked keeping my gun on her.
"Getting the cops to bust your ass I hope."
She spat with contempt, reminding my of why me and the one time me Kate another UIT secretary would have most likely never worked out even if she had not run off with some one else.
I looked around one last time. One thing ol pete was good at is going bye bye.
"Tell him we'll be in touch."
I said as I ran out the door and pocketed my blaster.
I limped into my ship wondering of all the neat little internal body armor the Serco had come up with why had they not come up with a way of protection my generations to come. I hate fighting women...
Entry Fourteen:
"Have it ready!"
I screamed in to my sat com audio really head set. I was talking to the station head master who was having a hard time keeping up with all the people t-porting in and requesting new ships. No I was not in sednia and no a cap ship war as they have become called was not on.
My location was Deneb C 10. I was trying in vain to keep my ship alive just long enough for back up to warp in. BAM! the rockets hit as I showered my target with n2 fire.
I saw a blinding white light as my t-port kicked in and I found my self in the med bay. I reoriented my self and started running for the door and down the hall to the docking bay.
"She is ready?"
"Yes sir. Door open and every thing."
"Good."
I looked at the IDF valk out fitted with tri-n2s only briefly before jumping in. I was running on auto, fully immersed in combat mode. I've found when I get like this I resemble more of a machine then a human.
I become automated pain becomes only a way of knowing if I can go on with out stopping, fear is nonexistent, fatigue is ignored. I exist for the sole purpose of completing the mission. Todays mission was the removal of the Serco from Deneb.
In what has become some of the most heavy fighting in the Serco Itani war since the incursions of 4389 after the death of the two leaders in the ill fated contest.
The itani were on the defense once again as the Serco pushed inwards. Normally I would have been on the other side but seeing as this was not normally and I had deiced as the Itani where only defending them self's this could be seen as defense of the weak.
Defense of the weak is what I live for at least in this life, so I lost 2000 points of Serco faction that took many days to get, in-order to full fill my lusts for combat.
He strafed in-front of me trying in vain to avoid my accurate fire that poured in to his hull. She fired with even more accuracy as her AGT tore the back of my ship to pieces.
With less then 10% left on my ship I powered forwards making sure to keep barrel rolling in order to dodge at least some of the heavy fire I was taking.
"Is it ready?!"
The voice on the other end sighed.
"Yes."
His ship exploded in-front of me Itani high command started to congratulate me and my group on out good work and inform us of how many we still needed to kill as her rockets slammed into me.
Back in the med bay I jumped up again and started my run to the hanger.
All this combat takes me back to the VPR/IA vs BLAK war. I loved it then and I love it now. Heavy fighting and heavy losses on both sides, in the end it calmed down to some thing of the stale mate as the IA members started making less of a showing and the BLAK members in the end just vanished.
But now I was back and in the middle of it all.
Entering Deneb C 10. My computer beeped.
It was great to be back.
Entry Fifteen:
I slipped the blast proof cup down my pants before tucking in my shirt strapping on my SMG holster and gun, then pulling on my over coat.
"This time I was taking no hits to the balls from any thing." I mumbled wincing as I remembered last time.
The many traders of the galaxy were making a killing with every one off taking up arms and doing BP missions for the faction of their choice.
Leaving the trade lanes safe from any one who would dare try kill them, and the profits un touched by the teeming masses of "traders" trying to make it rich with out knowing what they where doing.
Needless to say I was not surprised to find out my old buddy Pete was one of the guys doing this, what had surprised me was when I found out he was in Deneb doing it.
Denic prices were on the rise and the trigger happy masses now in Deneb had been keeping the bot population vary low. With few miners around to heat up the roids that far north he was making a killing.
He was set up on a small hab dome based on an asteroid to avoid and Itani taxes that would be placed on him for being a business mining in their space. Needless to say I quickly took some time off BP to pay him a visit the second I found out what and where he was.
He had hired some local Itani guys for security. Nothing big or fancy, he obviously was not expecting much trouble. I thought as I walked up to the door.
"You got a card?" the first guard asked from inside the main gate.
"Yeah, but it's kinda in pieces I got it in a bag let me in I'll show you." I grunted making my self as un clear as possible hoping he would buy my story.
The air hissed as the outer airlock door came open. I stepped in and as the first door shut the second one opened letting me into the main walk way which most likely lead to every thing in the small dome.
"You one of them Serco miners I bet. Damn fools can't stop your self's from breaking things can ya?" The first guard said electing laughter from the second who was sitting on a chair looking at a sub space monitor watching some broadcast of some sort.
"Well?" He said holding out his had waiting for my card.
"Oh yeah." I said slowly as I reached into my jacket.
"Need the red or the blue one?" I said.
"What the fu..." My question put him off guard and as he took a step forward I shot him backwards with a fast right upper cut as my left hand pulled out my gun.
The second guard looked up only to see my gun in his face.
"Shhhhhhhhi..."
"Don't talk, don't move, where is Pete?" I said as I kicked the first guard to make sure he was out.
"Down the hall last door."
"Good." I said as I pulled the small taser I had in my right pocket and pressing it to his neck.
Hoping there where no more guards around I made my way down the hall and opened the door, only to find a gauss shot blaster pointed at my head.
"Mr. Stukov?"
It was Pete some sort of drink in one hand and the shot blaster in the other.
"Have a set." He said motioning to a chair opposite of him. I took it.
"Three Serco hit men. One well trained UIT secretary, and two idiot itani guards. VPR does not have the funding to train any one that well. Then we have to look at the fact that it is my job not to be found and the obviousness that you have indeed found me three times well..."
His voice trailed off I we both knew what he was getting at.
"Then we got that jacket and that gun. And what would that be on your thigh? Not a 1911 hmm? Your Lucky."
I grinned. Lucky was his nick name for me, I'd worked for him a few times in the past he always paid well and loved the fact that no matter what I always got the job done hence his nick name for me.
"Serco space ain't far off he said pulling a cold roid rammer out of a small food containment unit. Want one?"
I took the drink grinning even more now.
"Sooo what would you want with hunting me down like this hmm? You know if it's a hit I'll pay 3 times for the other guys head."
"Haha, no hit. Mostly I got bored, they really don't give us that much to do them VPRs, and I kind had a few questions I wanted answered."
"We all got questions boy you go first."
"So true, any way in the dinner, you hit the ground before I said a thing. And I know I heard them first. You knew they where coming didn't you."
"Yup, you can thank your friend Dr. Lector. For some reason he seems to hate Lahmi allot. He had been paying my guys too keep miners away from his roids and when he found out VPRs where gonna ask some questions it did not take him too long to find out who it was gonna be asking."
"So he set me up, the gun men where meant to kill me not you."
"You got it, though I think he would have sent them regardless of who had come. Guy creeps me out I hear he eats, well um.. People." He said people in a hushed whisper."
"Lector? Heh, he's just misunderstood by most. I kinda like him, he crazy. Crazy people are good it's those sain ones that you need to watch.
So was every thing you told me in a bar true?"
"Yeah, why lie to a man about to die."
"How did Lector take it when his boys ended up dead or in prison?"
"Heh He was less pissed then I thought he would be. Though he did end our deal, he was rather distracted if I member right. Some thing about a void, or the void. I dunno."
"Yeah I've heard some about this. What do you know of "The Void"?"
"Eh? Well now that I think about it some hippy candy ass Itani was on the news thuther day talk'in bout some thing he "felt" I think he aid it was the void too."
"Yeah people always common up with some new thing to scare ya."
"Yeah like why BLAK is missing..."
His voice trailed off but we both knew what he was asking.
"What do you know?"
"What the hell you mean what do I know? I ain't no member you are!"
"All I know is they went off on a mission I was not on it next thing I know I get a message saying it's time to mingle. Our code for disappearing and going underground."
"So you are all underground?"
"I donno, I only know I am and a few others are, but the ones I know of know as little as I do about things."
"I heard you got a sweet heart she the "others" your talk'in bout?"
"Wha...? Man you been talkin to Holden, she's a new recruit man."
"Yeah ok, she the others?"
I sighed and he laughed.
"Never thought I would see the day... That Riddler guy ain't able to help you any is he?
"Riddler?"
"You ain't heard of him? And I thought you knew about everyone thing going on..."
"Heh, he may have popped up when I was doing some um... poking around."
"Yeah poking barkeeps for more drinks." He said looking at my empty bottle as he got me another.
I chuckled as he handed it to me an continued.
"Some guy made the news a few weeks ago spouting off stuff in poem. If you read between the lines some you could tell he was talk'in bout BLAK."
"Know where I could find him?"
"Nah, but I would bet he does not use the name riddler all the time, I would look for some one who had a different IFF code and then vanished before he came up in B 8."
"He was in B 8?"
"Yeah he was there for a bit him and Leber mac talked some then he vanished and ain't been seen again."
"What was he in?"
"No one knows he was out of range."
"Hmm, I'll have to look into finding him. Thanks for the help and drinks."
"Any time take care boy." He said as I got up to leave.
"Oh by the by I know you've been doing some mining who's roid charts ew been using when you do it?"
"The VPR one's of course."
"Bull!"
"Well ok so the one's they have are for the most incomplete..."
"So you used my damn ones didn't you?!?!"
"Bye Pete."
I said as I closed the door grinning and dashed off to my ship laughing as I heard "DAMN YOU!" echo though the dome.
Entry Sixteen:
I looked at Seta our eyes locked and I nodded. I looked behind Seta to get one good last look at TK, poor kid I think it was his first real time pointing a gun at some one. These guys need to realize it's not the same thing to kill some one in a space ship where you can't see or hear him as he goes into his last death thoughts.
Seta looked calm. He had either done this before or he was just not concerned to much with death. He was older then most of the guys in VPR. At his temples his dark hair was going gray, though his body was still strong and in good shape. Me and him hit it off well from day one.
I think his main reason for joining VPR other then wanting to be part of some thing was due to his desire to do the right thing and stop evil. He had done well for him self already having made it to the council with out having really had been with VPR all that long. If he keeps going he is well on his way to an LT spot or maybe more.
TK on the other hand was a younger guy. I think he join VPR more just to shoot stuff and have a cool uniform. He is more or the the "class clown" of VPR always coming up with some thing funny, or some crazy story. But like most young guys he is inexperienced.
Now don't get me wrong VPR is not trying to not train their guys. But it's hard with so few tested combat pilots in their ranks. And then you need to remember that BLAK is missing meaning all the new guys really have no way to get the valuable training that comes with just doing it.
Lately how ever Millennium Blackhawk has been doing his best to whip the many new guys in to fighting shape via many training classes. And it is having noticeable results. Though I do often laugh to my self when I think of how I am still growing by leaps and bounds combatively, while VPR is only slowly growing. I can only hope my comrades are doing the same. Where ever they are.
With out much to do lately in space the UIT government has started having us do ground work. As we are all trained in ground based combat tactics in addition to space born tactics, they felt we could do the job well.
What I don't think they counted on was the fact that all of these guys had not done any of this stuff since basic. But that's the government for you all ways sending the little people in to combat thinking they know what they are doing.
I shook my head one last time taking my eyes from TK. Me and Seta had been sent to this place which was a reported illegal drug and weapons stop off. The reports found to be true we called for back up. TK, QCP46, M. Duncan and Nerde Verde had all showed up to help out.
M. Duncan took command and told us we had a warrant to take the place and the inhabitants by what ever means necessary. He decided to split in to two teams him, QCP, and Nerde all armed with plasma SMGs would take the back.
Seta was leader of team two, him me, and TK would take the front. Me and Seta only had our service blasters which are not worth the time used to make them, and TK had a SMG like the rest of the guys that came to back us up. Nice how they forgot good guns for me and Seta. Like I said rusty...
We had three perps inside 2 male 1 female, last time we looked they where both in the back room. The place was old and not all that big, looked like a kitchen 2 bedrooms and a small living room. The doors with hinges that you had to pull on a handle also told me the place was old, or just cheaply made.
All this brings us to now. With me on the right side of the door Seta on the left and TK right behind him. I started the count down. Plan was I would open the door Seta would toss in a bang we would wait for the flash and move in.
3
2
1
Click
The door was unlocked and opened with only a small click. I moved out of the way and in went the bang. I plugged my ears and closed my eyes out of habit.
BAM!
I went in first and moved to the right Seta right on my heels.
BAM!
M. Duncan and his team where now moving into the back.
As I entered the room I saw one of the men.
"Down! Down! Down! Hands up! Vipers!"
I screamed as he clumsily fell to the floor and put his hands on his head not really knowing what was going on.
I heard auto matic fire off to my left. And turned to see TK firing wildly around the room. Panning the room making sure I had not missed seeing any one, I realized he was firing at nothing.
I knew he was just scared, I needed to snap him back in to reality and let his training take over.
"TK! We are need some one watch door make sure no one is try sneak up behind."
I said as I touched his arm.
"Ok, I'm on it!" He said settling down in to a crouch using the door way as cover and looking around the street ousted the house.
I looked over at Seta he looked back at me and mouthed "thanks" I nodded, then turned my eyes back to our perp.
Seta moved as I covered him and put flexie cuffs on him then rolled him on his back and helped him to his feet all the time reading him his rights. I love Seta, he is 100% by the book. I would love to have him on the wrong side, but I know that will never happen.
M. Duncan and his team had taken the other two criminals, and we met in the small parking space to debrief and question the prisoners, as we awaited the local crime scene guys. It was then I saw they had cuffed the prisoners hands in front of them not in back like Seta had done with ours.
I watched in horror as the man lifted his hands to his mouth and then separated them. He had a razor in his cheeks I thought as I started racing towards him.
He was already moving behind M. Duncan the razor in his hand that he was now faking were cuffed.
"Stop! No move!"
I shouted and I dove for the man tackling him from the waist. Just before he could reach M. Duncan.
The teams turned to face me as I quickly grabbed for the mans hand with the razor in it. Then I realized he was lifeless, and the razor was missing.
I rolled him over only to see the back of his head smashed in. I guess the force of me hitting him with out him being ready for it, then my landing on him and his head all on a cement pad, well...
As I got up I felt a small burning in my back as the adrenaline started to subside.
"Man he got you, the razor is still in there." Nerde said pointing at my back.
"Now I am need a new uniform." I said as I reached be hind my self and felt all the blood soaking my back.
My words broke the tenseness of the situation and every one started laughing knowing the job was done and every one was safe.
18 stitches later, the doc told me it was a 5 inch long cut. Fortunately the blade was not dirty and the man had no deceases so I was ok other then a cut that would heal. Cool thing about razors is they cut vary clean if I'm lucky I may not even have a scar afterwards.
Sadly however, I now had to take 3 weeks off to heal. I had to go see a board of inquiry to make sure I did not use excessive force, and after having killed another man I now needed to go see the head doc again.
I really need to go back to the old life, it's getting where I can't even kill to relive stress.
Entry Seventeen:
I sat down in the cockpit of my ship, wincing as my three day old cut touched the back of the chair. The auto flight was over and time to dock and get to the bottom of things.
It took some digging, well more then some, but I ended up tracking down the Riddler. He was currently a Serco, I found him by timing locations of dock times, flight logs to and from Sednia.
The hard part was getting him to agree to have a talk, we finally agreed to meet in Helios, other then miners it was mostly empty all the time. The perfect place to not be seen in.
I walked into the bar half hoping to be able to recognize him right off the batt as some one from BLAK. I was wrong.
Most of the members of BLAK are either Itani or UIT so as this guy was not Sebastian he could have been any one. I looked hard at him his face was covered with implants he had blue eyes no hair, medium build, about 180lb. He could have been any one.
I walked up to the bar sitting down next to him I said with the Russian accent.
"Look to me I am white all over."
"But I'll bet your BLAK on the inside."
He replayed, it was one of our passwords used for times like this, though it was still not enough we both knew it.
"What would make a good leader of men?"
"He would be need to be any Shape."
He looked up and grinned. I could see him studying me, I too had changed, VPR though para-military had no code on the length of your hair. So i had grown mine out shoulder length, then removed many of the implants visible on my body and changed my eye color from brown to green.
"What's been going on man?"
I asked dropping the accent.
"I take it you are not one of the guys that where on the mission."
"I wanted to be."
"Yeah we all did, you know what happened?"
"Yeah I heard it was bad."
"Well it could have been worse the bot was killed, but it was at cost."
"That's what I hear. So where is every one? Last time I talked to any of the BLAKs other then the few I maintained contact with who knew less then I did was when I got the message to go away."
"Yeah we all got it. Well most."
"Most?"
"Most of the guys that where on the mission where given Tung medical care in return they where also payed well to help find ways of beating the Hive should more of these things spawn."
"So that is where you all have been why did no one contact me?"
"Well first off it's not where all of them have been, and second when you disagreed you did a good job."
"Shape knew where and who I was."
"Shape is one of the reasons we are not back."
"What?"
"Well not all of us stayed with Tung, Shape and two others went off after the mission."
"Where?"
"We don't know."
Final Entry:
Today the call came in much to my surprise. I looked down at the data pad still not believing my eyes. Yes it was true I thought as I re-read the blinking message.
Time to go, can't trade for ever you'll get rusty. ~Shape
I guess what ever they needed to do was done, regardless it was gonna be good to be back. I quickly patched a call to my pad on Sednia.
"Eh?"
"Mac, Get my stuff ready and have a case of Rammers ready."
"And who would this be mate?"
"It's Borb, we're back."
OOC: Haha there is a word limit to posts and guess who just found it.
Today the call came in much to my surprise. I looked down at the data pad still not believing my eyes. Yes it was true I thought as I re-read the blinking message.
Time to go, can't trade for ever you'll get rusty. ~Shape
I guess what ever they needed to do was done, regardless it was gonna be good to be back. I quickly patched a call to my pad on Sednia.
"Eh?"
"Mac, Get my stuff ready and have a case of Rammers ready."
"And who would this be mate?"
"It's Borb, we're back."
OOC: Haha there is a word limit to posts and guess who just found it.
You=Stukov!? WHAT?
Yarr, you's be make the eyes tired!
but a good tale on the less.
but a good tale on the less.
Haha just to clear a few things up I'm only Lahmi not Stukov the IA member. First name Lahmi last name Stukov. Sides I don't d cross dressing. :P
you people piss me off, i don't even have anything to say, this whole time it was all a stupid little mission and your not even taking it seriously.>.>
/me readies the Roid Rammers, but you know I DID find that freighter full of old Earth tequila...
Might as well polish up my gauss trigger as well. Doing my trigger-finger-stretching exercises...
Might as well polish up my gauss trigger as well. Doing my trigger-finger-stretching exercises...
Hehe and having an alt in vpr was only the tip of the iceberg. More interesting things to come :D
Like bugs, we hid under rocks
Like bugs, we hid under rocks
Mmm, rammers how I've missed thee.
I am not Borb, but my last name is Stukov. Aleksander Stukov, realy. In game, that is.
He is my half brother, uncle Alek, from my mom's sister Betty's side.
what's this i keep hearing about bugs...
It is said that if you seek you will find. So will you seek?
Smittens, great leader, your cue...
Just for clarity,
Aleksander Stukov
Just for clarity,
Aleksander Stukov
It also showed that these Queens (totaling around 9) Where assembling a command center of a sort in Odia.
I'm tired of Riddles. I'll go search Odia for the little hivesters, but then it's back to my survey of Pherona.
I'm gonna need more tequila to kill the boredom...
I'm tired of Riddles. I'll go search Odia for the little hivesters, but then it's back to my survey of Pherona.
I'm gonna need more tequila to kill the boredom...
Ain't gonna find any thing other the scrap it may have been costly but BLAK always gets the job done.
Borb 2,
There is nothing to add from official VPR side. No further comments other than this:
Your story and log was a fun read. You did a very good job with your char, congratulations. Excellent russian accent, too. Also, thanks for being kinda truthful about what was happening inside the VPR guild.
If you have transfered information to outside the VPRs we will make sure that information becomes invalid and useless for our enemies. We are suspecting other spies among the ranks and those will be weeded out in due time.
[VPR] Lt. M. Duncan
There is nothing to add from official VPR side. No further comments other than this:
Your story and log was a fun read. You did a very good job with your char, congratulations. Excellent russian accent, too. Also, thanks for being kinda truthful about what was happening inside the VPR guild.
If you have transfered information to outside the VPRs we will make sure that information becomes invalid and useless for our enemies. We are suspecting other spies among the ranks and those will be weeded out in due time.
[VPR] Lt. M. Duncan
Borb, that is a hell of a story. You did a great job writing it!
Thanks guys.
And MD, it was nice being in VPR for the time, y'all are not so bad. I was kinda wondering if I could get an honerable discharge from VPR? After all I did do a good job (I think) and I did help keep pirates from UIT space. :D
And MD, it was nice being in VPR for the time, y'all are not so bad. I was kinda wondering if I could get an honerable discharge from VPR? After all I did do a good job (I think) and I did help keep pirates from UIT space. :D
Broma-Ba Slick tips his cap to Borb.