Reclaimation
08 Jul 2019Tan Bin Phan Nguyen
Four bloody days later. Four days of hammering the belligerent NBS. Sure, maybe they didn't have anything directly to do with the troubles on Wā Kāinga, or "A 6" as foreigners and dispassionate corporate overlords call it, but they are directly controlled by Blue Natural Industries. And BNI has no sense of goodwill or hospitality. Certainly no thought for the preservation of natural wonder or native species. NBS is only marginally better than BNI, but it's a beast of the same breed. Sick with the same poison.
ACID forces, supported by full ARCM wings, performed a massive series of victories. I'm proud of those people. Opening their eyes to the power of their own future in their hands. This is only the beginning, none of them are free yet. We've only got Furukawa now, but it's become a beacon light of liberty and hope.
There have been some interesting machinations higher up in the political ladders here, and one native rival has suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of yet another foreign corporate power. Despite this, it plays into our plans. De-balkanizing the assets in our home system means a consolidation of targets and fewer political variables to handle. It's all I can do to not steeple my fingers and chuckle like some bad villain.
And that's how they're painting me, even now. As a villain. The corporate propaganda machine is incredible, and the lies they manufacture apparently endless.
One day I am a desperate madman, the next a hardened criminal. Yesterday I was a bloodthirsty terrorist, today an unrepentant and misanthropic xenofriend. Tomorrow they'll claim I'm an android! Anything to dismantle and confuse our supporters, but it's all futile. Nothing can shake our people, we have an ironclad gestalt with a molten core dynamo. My people know my face, we grew up together, played in the streets, studied and struggled together. Mourned together as a people. The bastards in their orbital towers a hundred light years from home have forgotten, or made themselves forget that people, once their roots are in, are not so easily dislodged.
What does the pollen think of the tree?
I'm far off topic. I came here to get away from the war and the past, but it is persistent. And now I feel as if I've burned my passion in the above rant. Perhaps I'm just hungry.
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Okay, back now. Decent frozen lasagna, but at least it's not nutrient paste.
I'm coming to realize that my Gravitas Shortfall may not be the optimal killing machine that I had believed it to be. It was my first deep module build on my first large combat vessel, so I had stars in my eyes as I watched the output I could squeeze out of that huge beam laser. But having explored more into the various experimental upgrades some of these people are offering, I have decided to rekit that Annie only slightly into a full support combat vessel. I'll move a few more beams into regeneration and sacrifice some hull reinforcement to have repair limpets as well. May as well, as I may be leading fleets in the future.
It'll stay on the dock, but I'm going to move into something a little more nimble and direct.
I'm writing this from the roomy and beautiful helm of a brand new Chieftain, sitting in the dock in Wyrd just browsing through my rapidly diminishing material storage manifest. I have just visited five of these unique and demanding souls in the last two hours and run into a critical oversight. These Plasma Accelerators are simply too demanding on my power plant until I can get the full efficiency upgrades, which are currently inaccessible to me on account of me being a non-entity in the eyes of the Alliance! Curse my heretofore unrelenting political reticence!
Going to have to park this new boat and run some intensive and focused missions for Alliance contracts so I can get it running! I'm coming back sooner than I thought, Gravitas!