Homecoming
13 Mar 2021Rhaazerus
//initiating logbook . . . //logbook profile complete . . .
//synchronizing logbook . . .
CMDR Rhaazerus Orzhov
CMDR Log - #01
Star Date - March 12th 3307
Well....I guess this is my first log. I've never cared for logbooks, but maybe the recent events are a good occasion for it.
It's been about a year now.
A year ago, I was heading off from Trevithick Dock in LHS 3447 with my own Sidewinder.
A lot has happened since then.
I spent most of my time scavenging. Rummaging through ship wreckages and taking up odd jobs here and there. A bunch of data courier jobs.....so many damn data jobs....
Eventually I settled in Arcturus for a while. Just moving biowaste to stations in exchange for wine, tobacco, beer.
I dreamed of being a space rogue like in the old Holos, and I ended up carting manure around, go figure.
It was decent credits though, and it afforded me a few new ships since then.
Ruach became my new home and faithful steed for a while there. She's a fine Cobra.
Then came the crew that I got in touch with. They were heading out to find Guardian ruins. I joined them, and.....well....it's hard to find the words..... awe-inspiring? terrifying?
To see the ruins, and their sentinels still roaming their archaic homes....To think, all that time, there was this other species here in the galaxy. We all just went about our lives never knowing of so much outside of our little bubble. We really aren't alone out here.
Then there's the Thargoids. I've never seen one for myself yet, but I've heard the stories and those things scare the hell out of me.
I guess that old pilot was right - "There's danger and freedom amongst the stars, gotta embrace them both."
But today, today it feels like so much is changing. I spent the last week helping defend and supply those posh elites in their Galactic Summit.
I don't care for the political games of 'king of the hill' but the credits they were shelling out was well worth it.
Everything building up to the Summit felt.....tense. Something was coming, I think we all felt it.
Then came March 11th, 3307. I woke up to a message from my old man. "Rhaaz, where the hell are you!? You better not be dead!"
I heard the news that multiple stations were attacked in major star systems.
My heart skipped a beat and I thought for sure "this is Thargoids, they're coming to wipe us out."
Turns out it was those NMLA guys. Theta 7 and his extremist group.
I saw Serene Harbor for myself, I heard the recordings.
Looks like these guys are some dirty laundry the Empire couldn't sweep under the rug.
They said a station in Sol had been hit, and I was near by in Sirius on lock-down from the attacks.
It's been about 30 years, and I've never seen the place I was born.
I guess I'm off to Sol, "The Cradle of Humanity" as they say. Well, maybe not the best of circumstances but....Looks like this is my homecoming.
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