War
14 Apr 2021Sharon Valerii
War...I enjoy it... and it scares me.
After several days of working in conflict zones, I have the feeling that I was created for this specific task.
After the "Bianchi incident", I wanted to take care of the problems with my neuro-link and the artificial intelligence I am connected to.
Unfortunately, I was only partially successful. At least my crew managed to lock up the AI on the "Tiger Claw" and then hide the fleet carrier in a remote and uninhabited system.
Jintosh, an extraordinary human who had somehow managed to win my heart in a very short time, agreed to accompany me to Ram Tah where I hoped for help in investigating my faulty neural link.
It turned out that I was somehow connected to an ancient obelisk network. In order to explore this connection further, Ram Tah asked me to investigate some locations.
This journey is still ongoing. But I will report on that in another logbook entry.
A few days ago, I received a request from a friend in whose debt I was.
Firstly, he had helped to free my niece Kendra from terrorist captivity and secondly, he had NOT handed me over to Interpol, which was searching for me.
So I went to the Tiveronisa system to help keep a faction-owned outpost.
Despite all my misgivings, I was joyfully excited at the thought of a good fight.
As soon as I sat down in the pilot seat of my Fer-de-Lance "Accountant", the urge to fight and kill grew. To fight to kill.
It worries me that the woman who has been with me for months now, and who is eager to help me, will come to know my dark, violent side, to which I owe my reputation.
Will this loving, gentle person be able to handle it? Or will she turn away, like so many before her?