Thargoid
03 Apr 2019Dr. Magnus
Sitting in the Bastille JY96 of the Agartha System licking my wounds from that last encounter with Thargoid interceptors. There aren't enough merit badges in this galaxy to make this tour worth the hassle it turned out to be. "Shoot some scouts and become Elite," that recruiter promised me. Never Again Volunteer Yourself. That's what Navy stands for, isn't that right? You couldn't pack enough Painite in my holds to repeat that mistake again. Yeah, who am I kidding.This drink is as caustic as my canopy was a short time ago. Better down it before I board ship again. Time to see the Galaxy from the cold end of of a multi-cannon once more. I must be nuts. I've already got enough combat bonds to buy a fleet of Orca's to fund what's left of life somewhere nice. Youth is wasted on the young I suppose. Might as well save a few more for some company in that dream home of mine. What's left after the Thargoids destroy it, that is.
What? Me Worry?