That which must be done, isn’t always fun.
03 Apr 2019CBerube
Here I sit, floating in the molecular cloud of the 7 sisters which we know infamously as the Pleiades. I have received orders to make contact with a vile Imperial controller to hunt down a few deserters in exchange for intel. I should have congratulated the last pilot for leaving the empire, but instead I vented his cockpit into space.This next guy I don’t feel bad for any more after traveling 600,000 LS out just to get ambushed by 4 heavy crafts with rail guns, no matter after a tactical retreat to rearm, he will get acquainted with the vacuum of space as well.
Once this business is done, I will be heading back to Merope where my Anti Xeno Initiave ship should have arrived. Although I don’t have the details, I know my missions purpose is of the whereabouts of Federal Experimental AX tech that was attacked by the Empire before the Thargoids destroyed the Imperial Taskforce. Seems those pretensious brats are willing to allow us to recover our stolen tech, although if they could deal with the bugs on their own I’m sure I wouldn’t be out here talking to my self
Commander Berubejam out