From the beginning... (Intro)
08 Jul 2019FascistSquirrel
3301 Dec 22. I believe this all started in 3301, if I am not mistaken. Shortly after the disappearance of my father. He left Old Faithful in the port and left in the new Cobra... He was gonna go "meet" someone, or so he said. Doubtful, as he liked the taste of the rare brandies and plethora of euphoria indusing substances the Galaxy had to offer, coupled by some cheap Charlotte who would tolerate his company for at least a night... Only to never return.He had his problems, but I cared for the man, he was missed. I was 20... Darbin Catterby.. what an ugly name. My father's sick joke I'm sure. People just called me Squirrel... After a tree Varmint that originally existed in Earth, now a sly pest harassing the population of Mars, and any other planets that they can stow away too... Hence my nickname. I had a knack for becoming "cargo" from a very young age... Got me into heaps of trouble. But occasionally I'd come up on a nice score.
3302, June 1. Eventually, after realizing the old man wasn't returning... And resources were running thin, I had to find my way without him... Jesus. Im lazy, and was perfectly comfortable just sitting in this run down port... Taking a look at the Sidewinder, uncerimoniously dubbed Old Faithful, I knew it would be a task. However, resourceful I was, and my father's son to match, I managed to "aquire" the damaged and missing components in short time.
... Sucked for Mr. Khons and that incident with the airlock though, but hey, all's fair in stuff and such.. or something like that...
Regardless... Leaving port, I should have probably been paying attention, or drank less Brandy. I can barely remember what the name of that dump was. I made my way to LHS 3447. It was nearby, and the Federation is usually so lax in the security, since the ego makes em think no one would dare just come by and "resupply" the store of food and drink. There was chatter on the radio, something was amiss a few hundred light-years away. Not my problem.
In port, passing a hanger, I saw a nice, spanking new Eagle. Federal Markings from front to back... Thinking only to myself, or so I had thought, I expressed in some form or fashion, how it must be nice to have the Federation there to "cushion yer pushin" if ya know what I mean. Must have thought that a little too loud though I guess, because at that moment in my exuberance, I heard a woman's voice, of so matter of fact, say..
CMDR lady, "Then do something about it kid... You ain't got much time. Recruiting is ongoing right now... Federation is looking for new pilots, and fast. They are taking all they can. Might even take you!"
CMDR Squirrel (that's me remember), "......................!.......!.!"
CMDR lady, "Hanger 26.... Eyes up here kid... 26.. whatever wierdo, I'm taking off."
I was confused... She was hot though. Dunno if it was her, or the whole calling me kid thing, or my ego with the "they might even take you!" Jab CMDR hotlady took at me... But I did go down to 26 and sign up.
July 7, 3305. That's how it all started.... This shit... Seems forever ago. Didn't think to write any of it down either. Not the best at that. However since then, catching up on some bounties and taking the least amount of responsibility for my federation involvement was my primary MO. That's all changed... It changed today. Peladieas Sector... We found one, or it found us.. it was terrifying. I thought they were a myth... A lie.
We destroyed the horrible thing... I escaped in a pod. Barely... But they are coming that's for sure. So I think it's about time I grow up.
The Thargoids are here...
My father's signal was lost not far off all those years back, I wonder, who found who first....
CMDR FASCISTSQUIRREL
Galactic Federal Guard
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