Personal Log 05.02.10 // What Happened to Autocorrect?!?
05 Feb 2024Gaz Ubermick
+// Log Entry Start+// [Date: 05.02.3310]
+// [Location: Collins Dock, Brutas]
It's mad what a typo can do.
Someone types in Brutal instead of Brutas in a search field, they see something completely different than what they expected and... well, civil war ensues.
Mad, right?!?
Just one sol ago, Oakster sent out the message. Some cryptic stuff about a tiny faction on a rickety old outpost, in a tiny backwater system needing help. Had no idea how they got a hold of us, and I bet they had no idea we were the sort to do anything about it when asked. Seems he was intrigued enough to head up there, meet Judge something or other, and agreed to help out.
So here I am, once more sticking my nose into other people's business, even though I know better. But in fairness, when I docked and saw the state of the place, I can understand why. System was being run by a faction who didn't care about it, probably not enough revenue from such a small population to be bothered. People starving in the hallways while the system governor got even fatter.
I skimmed over the data Oak sent over, rolling my eyes at his insistence at still being called racing champ, and acknowledged receipt. Saw notes from Mark and Doggo saying they'd be here in the next Sol or two. Some ad from Faulcon DeLacy about a new ship coming soon (uh-huh, believe that when I see it).
Weirdly it feels good. It's always great flying with the Fightin' Fleshlights, our little group is a good one, and honestly doing something that doesn't involve hordes of invading aliens is a nice change of pace.
Just thinking about that triggered a quick pang of guilt, but I quickly squashed it down. I'd done my bit. Rescue missions with the Post Disaster Evacuation Service and racking up mountains of kills afterwards in the Ellen Ripley. I'd helped shut down spire sites, repelled invasions, and poked Titans. War wears on you, especially that one. Yes, I know I'm about to poke another one, but that's different. Shut up.
Anyways, I hear Palin and Ram Tah might have cracked something though - will have to keep an eye on that. As tired as we all are, if there's a push to be made, we'll do it.
Until then though, there's a job here to be done. I've accepted a few missions that should cause some panic to set in higher up the food chain, and help this Judge David guy get a seat at the table, and food in his peoples' bellies.
Wait, Kal's here now too? Oh shit, this should be good craic.
Let's go to work.
+// Log Entry Ends