Pour me one too...
26 Jul 2019Lukebagdarrel
Captians Log Entry #2Mixed emotions...where to start? Great effort has been made to plant our flag in this new system at an unfortunately great cost. Our competition was able to stay neck and neck with us despite our strong contribution to the system. In the end it came to a political tie, and we all know what happens when words don't end up solving the problem. War.
3 days...3 days white knuckle flying and round after round testing my shields and hull. I gave up mining and hauling for this?? My ears are still ringing and the taste of my own blood from all the High G boosting still taints my mouth despite the local brandy...speaking of **pouring** **gulp** Aaahk. Couple more of these and I won't care anymore I guess hehe. Commander Pale lead the charge everyday, every encounter and with great ferocity. I haven't been here long but even I became emboldened by his command ringing through my comms. In the end it was a lucky frag round that blast through his canopy, painting his bridge. We had his corvette towed to our base and after the cleaning crew finishes we will make a monument or something out of it for him.
**pouring** To Pale! **gulp**
*knock knock* Yeah!! Come in! K, come in come in. Sorry the place is a mess. I went out hauling for a change of pace after all the ruckus the past few days and haven't gotten a chance to clean up around here.
(K.): And how did it go?
Great actually, found a rich vein. Made enough for repairs with enough left over to cover a good chunk of Pale's memorial. **pouring**
(K.): That the local stuff??
Yes, unfortunately. I will make a trip back to Sol for the good stuff one of these days.
(K.): Pour me one too... **pouring** To the win.
...To the win. **gulp**
(K.) So about your last log....