Write a logbook...
15 Feb 2016Das Brot
[This is an english translation from my logbook-entries]... they said. - "I've no idea, how you managed to get into the rank of a rear-admiral in the federal-fleet, without any entries!", said the auditguy, who was checking my logs, with a serious voice.
Who can blame him? - I don't know even by myself how I joined the federal-navy...
But, when we're at this topic anyway: I can remember having a drink or two, maybe three or four... or five... the spaceweed had some influence too I think. - At this point, the story is getting foggy and mysterious.
I think, I can remember some pictures and some scraps of conversations. - A guy, handing out some flyers or something. - "Join now!" - "...Federation..." - "... make your cross..." - "...Congratulations!"
In retrospect, I think this was the moment I was recruitet. - But I haden't any idea about this for quite a while.
Some day, I wondered about a permission to Sol. - As a young bung I was, I tought nothing about it, I was just glad to be able to see the origin of mankind with my own, bloodshot, eyes. - At this time, I was hunting pirates in the rings of Jupiter a lot in my Viper MKIII.
Some sober day, the revelation: "Congratulations! You where promotet into the ranks of a Chief Petty Officer!" - Uhm, what?! - Permission for another system? OK, I think that's good.
Nobody ever told me, I've to write logbooks! - At least, I can't remember...
Well, long story short, I went to the admirality and the other decoratet christmas-trees to get my dressing down.
Afterwards I was checking my ship-systems to find out, what the heck I was doing all the time in the universe. - As it turned out, I didn't just join the Federal-Navy. - I also joined the Imperial one and made my way to a Baron! - Oh boy... How did that happen?! - It's a mystery to me, even more than my federal career.
My conclusion: I'm in two (competing) forces, even though I see myself as a freelancer - who doesn't really have problems to break some laws, if the payment is good, and I don't have to shoot innocents - I'm not the welfare... And obviously I've got a drug-problem - or a remembering-problem, that lies in the eye of the beholder.
CMDR Das Brot end...
Oh man... I need a drink and something to smoke... What the?! You fu**ing antique bordcomputer! I said CMDR Das Brot end!
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