TIGERS EYE VIEW
11 Dec 2018Gurutez
Logbook entry Supplemental 1.Designation TigerTiger: Entry 0.1:
What the F**k am I doing?
I mean I'm all for helping a mate, but f**k!!!!!!!!!!
I just wanted to fly again! That's where all the trouble started.
I was hustling and dealing around Sol, trying to get some capital together to get a flight orientated prosthetic. Once i had that i would start working on something (anything) to replace my eye. I would pass information here, accept a package there, basically just be a set of eyes (ha lol) and ears for somebody willing to pay, a far cry from my life in the military before my squad was dismissed. I used to think "At least im alive!" Looking at my life now that sounded like a cruel joke, but fairs fair he had kept us alive. For a few years after dismissal I lived it up, military pilot with my skills I was never hard up for work. So i freelanced for companies, rolled around in the credits and never invested. Kept meaning to buy a ship but never did. Then there was a superpower shift, I never checked power-play, Overnight my system changed the opportunities relocated. I was left fighting for scraps with other pilots, taking on bigger and bigger risks.
I had been in all sorts of crashes in the military but those ships where fortresses compared to commercial rigs. So when the hydraulics failed during planet fall in a written off uninsured hauler i didn't expect much but tried every trick i knew with thruster maneuvering. I steered away from the facility but the ground was coming up to fast, i said my goodbyes as i felt the manic laughter boiling up in me as it always did when i thought i was going to die. Which is why It was a real surprise to wake up, but that quickly turned to depression when the medics talked me through my condition.
A pilot missing an arm and an eye was no longer a pilot. Yes amazing things had been done in medicine but i couldn't afford any of that so the hustling started as I mentioned above. That's when I was introduced to a man and crossed paths with the BOARD.
I was drunk that im sure of and suddenly i was in the bar alone (ok bar is a stretch, couple of benches and a tarpaulin really.) I thought this was funny until i ordered another Ale and noticed the barman was gone also. Then i heard that voice and i hated him from the start, but the offer i couldn't refuse. Mr STILES went on and on about state of the art, fringe science technology, beyond anything i had seen in any catalougues. I'm sitting there thinking "I already agreed when you said you would get me flying again, but no amount of talking is going to get me to suck anything you slimmy suit."
A week later im at their facility down near Merope. My arse is bare as im in a backless robe, in a cold barren room, shaking like a shitting dog and wishing I was anywhere else. Then the Doc walked in and without even thinking about it on came the charm and I was flirting like we were in a oxygen bar. For a moment I almost forgot about my condition.
Dr KITCHNER told me about the implants, I didn't listen. She showed me diagrams, i studied her chest. Then she was saying something right at my face with a concerned look (I didn't notice the med bot drop from the ceiling), i was trying to see her arse in the mirror behind her, "I'm sorry Doc I missed that, what did you say?"
"At the moment we are still testing the implant, one of the issues is the electrical surges on connection to tissue. So it cant be connected to living brain tissue." This took a moment to register,
"Wait are you saying..." I felt the medbot's electrode make contact with the back of my head and darkness descended.
Even as i died I thought "God shes hot!"
The operation was a success, the implant worked far above expectations, and beyond any projected hopes. So for the next 3 years or so the BOARD had an indentured servant, making me pay off the implant with trade. Now im going to be honest I loved it. Constant work, very little scrutiny and a generous allowance. My life had almost come full circle, similar job, similar pay, similar lifestyle. Dr KITCHNER even came round to my charms and tipped life towards great for a while.
Then out of nowhere I saw a ghost on Hutton Orbital and it all fell to shit again. So why do I feel so alive?