Personal Log 9.11.09 // Brutally Deluxe
09 Nov 2023Gaz Ubermick
+// Log Entry Start+// [Date: 09.11.3309]
+// [Location: Fortune's Pawn, Col 285 Sector KB-O c6-3]
Wow. It's been a while since I updated this. Had to check and see if the old stuff was still intact after all that's gone on. Pawn took a beating when Thargoids rocked up in-system a few months ago, and took a bit to get systems restored.
Well, humanity seems to have turned the tide in the war, but there's an unease hanging around that I can't shake. Just that feeling that another shoe is gonna drop soon. The AX forces have pushed them back out of systems, but massive spire structures have erupted out of the ground in something like four dozen systems. Pilot efforts have shut some of them down, including Brutal Deluxe.
Yeaaaah, I know, I said I'd never start another crew after the... last time, but couldn't help myself. Having your fucking NIECE showing up, and finding out she'd been made a child soldier by the State had me feeling paternal and tribal, I suppose. Kid can fight too, she's a hell of a pilot. Claims to have over 500 zeroes and didn't even have a Pilots Federation license. Got her enrolled, she breezed the exams, and graduated in less than two weeks. Already a Master. I'm a bit proud. Sent her off to do the infamous "booze cruise" to get her away from fighting for a while, and she came back with a Fleet Carrier of her own (!) and another pilot going by the callsign Wardog. Few Kongaas in the bar, Mark shows up, Kal shows up and... a new squadron is born.
I'm getting too old for this.
So now sitting in a backwater system, recovering from taking the newly formed posse to one of those spire sites. They're patrolled by a new ground drone they're calling Banshees, and they're tough little shits. I sat there volleying AX missile after AX missile at one and it just took 'em on the chin. Orthruseseseseses (Orthrii? Who knows) floating back and forth shutting anything down that looks at them, and Scouts being a perpetual pain in the arse buzzing around causing havoc.
With two on the ground and the rest in the air, made for some carefully organized chaos, but still - wiped the place clean, got Palin his cargo of alien bits, and got a nice payday to boot. So win win, I suppose.
Back on the carrier now pondering next steps. Made some calls into engineers to let them know the kid was around, but as is their way there's not a damn favour in any of them. So she's out there somewhere amassing all their bits and pieces, and learning how to get her ships mean.
I, on the other hand, think I'll have another ale.
+// Log Entry Ends