I'm Going.
09 May 2023Rhaazerus
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CMDR Rhaazerus Orzhov
CMDR Log - #032
Star Date - May 9th 3309
System: LHS 3447
Planet: LHS 3447 A 5 (orbit)
Location: Dalton Gateway, Habitation Ring - 235 Ehkart rd, Orzhov residence -
It's been . . . Months now.
The Thargoids waged their war on us, back in 3308, end of November.
I'll be honest;
I've been trying to avoid it ever since. Trying to ignore it.
Some far off war somewhere else in the galaxy.
But we all know that ain't true . . .
I'm no xeno slayer. Hell I don't even want to go up against other scavvers on a wreckage score if I don't have to.
I'll run if I need to, ain't ashamed of that.
But this Thargoid war . . .
These things have been out here long before our ancestors were even launching their tin cans into space.
We really knocked the beehive on this one.
We're all caught up in this thing now, whether we wanted it or not.
Squadron command was easy going on my extended independence leave. They're pretty self sustaining without CMDRs now, they'll call when they need us.
I took the time to float around for a bit, did some scavenging, and shipping supplies for that xeno tech they're coming out with.
Did some bounty contract work too. Nothing significant really, the past couple months.
So, I decided to finally make my way back to Dalton here and see the parents.
Dad was pissed that the last thing he heard from me was some drunk message of "hope the aliens don't get me, see ya soon old man!"
They got this nice place on the hab ring now.
Street address, mailbox, a nice little yard with synthgrass and a cozy house. It's just like living planetside but . . . with the spacestation as your sky view.
I had to show off my new ship to dad like I promised.
He was like a kid, scampering around the thing.
Showed him the zero-g cutting room I made out of one of the cabins. I can pull scrap in there, twirl it around and do some cutting with the servo-arms and arc cutter I rigged together on the walls.
Mom started taking up bakery. Even joined a little baking club here on the hab ring.
She's not exactly the best cook. Still needs some practice for sure, but dad and I smile and say it's good.
Been a few days now since I've come by to visit.
I haven't told them yet . . .
I'm not sure if I will . . .
But I decided . . . I'm finally going into Thargoid territory.
I never thought I'd willingly put myself in a place where I have to see one of those things for the first time but . . .
There's still people out there, and there's still settlements that need help getting back on their feet.
There's still Thargoids roaming entire star systems that used to be human space.
I may not be able to blast down the space bugs like an Elite, but even a scrapper can do something, anything.
These things aren't gonna stop . . .
If I could go my whole life without ever laying eyes on a Thargoid, I would die a happy man.
Those things . . . They're so . . . damn alien.
But they're on our doorstep now and it doesn't look like they plan on going anywhere.
I'll gear up the ship before I leave. AX tech, run diagnostics, restock, and all that.
For now though, looks like dinner's almost ready.
Gonna enjoy the next few days with the folks . . .
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