Tenth Entry
30 Dec 2020K0B4LT
Well, then, these past few days have been quite interesting.First thing's first, though, a shout-out to Delta Squadron; in my last entry, I mentioned I was approached by their XO, Stevie, and told that they were reading my logbooks. Which is good, that means I got readers for this public journal. Thank you so much!
Speaking of, their recent attack was quick, sudden and bloody. I counted at least 10 carriers in they system they've invaded, with another being privately owned but I suspect an enemy nonetheless, which helps make their tactics quite obvious; what Delta can't gain in diplomacy, they try to take by force, and the showing thereof. Even so, they were held off. This huge elite force, and we held the line, like back in those old vids hundreds of years ago. The Arctic Mage was used as a staging ground but was quickly surrounded, I'll have to give Fredd Bloggs a raise for keeping things under such smooth operation. The Roost was around for a short while, too, but had to leave elsewhere for some reason or other.
I didn't partake in the fighting as much as I wanted to, had to help repair the collateral damages that Delta carelessly spread to the other systems, but that don't mean I haven't heard rumors about what was going on in it. One of them was something about a 'Nefarious Sinner.' I don't know if that's the name of a ship, or referring to a specific pilot or what, but apparently they were as ruthless as they were efficient. Good thing it was on our side, but I also wonder if they caused some of the collateral damage, as well?
Another thing I've heard, The Council can't ignore this waste of resources much longer. Apparently we've been gaining support on this matter, and it don't paint Delta in a very good light at all. Stevie also told me that they have the go ahead from PAL's previous leader to take over the systems, but when I look him up, the man's been retired for more than a year, and moved on to greener pastures. To my understanding, he might be one of the founders for PAL, but he's one of the founders; the only remaining active founder from way back then that I know of is our James. The Promethus Astro-Logistical Corporation is not a dictatorship, it's a, well, corporation. It ain't up to one individual to decide what to do with it, especially not up to one who ain't workin' for it no more.
Ultimately, the way I see it, for Delta this is just work, a job. But when something's a job, you don't love it no more, you don't wanna do it. It was made extremely clear then that we in ARC don't have to participate if we don't want to, and that we can drop out at any time. We're not forced into this, one way or another. We want to be here, because we all have our own stake in this place, be it already existing or newly developed. I joined up cuz it seemed interesting, a nice break from the tedium of domesticity. I was a bit panicky during the first wave, yes, but I feel like I've also matured quite a bit since those few months ago, fluffed up my feathers and was more than ready for this incursion, which I'm also gaining quite a bit of experience and knowledge on how these systems work. Delta's lack of skill and dedication is showing, and is why I think you see this as a job; What you can't gain in diplomacy, you try and take through force; what you can't take through force, you try to undermine, preferably unbeknownst, which no I'm not letting you hide about because I've taken the responsibility for keeping the information in this sector up-to-date since y'all clearly lack that basic early grade-school ability to do so cuz it ain't just us interested no more. But what then? What happens when you can't force out the 'squatters,' and you're held off at every front you set up, by the same 'squatters' that do this because we're not forced to, and succeeding handily, at that? You swing your gonads around like they're the hottest thing, but you old farts ain't got the stamina to please no more. As the old saying goes, 'It ain't the size that matters, it's how you use it.' Twice now you've come at us, and twice now you've failed.
Yes, this paragraph is directed at Delta, themselves, since they apparently read these. Sup? You still ain't gettin' no tactical info from me, or at least anything reliable. I'm not part of the Council, I just put down what I hear. Could be true, could be false. What is true is that you're wasting resources, yours, ours, and the councils, when we should all be preparing for the next big thing. There's no secret something's gonna happen, bigger than all of us, but you vision has narrowed. Don't Fuck With Furries.
Just in case, quickie legal jargon; This is not directed at the Greybeard Delta Squadron, only the regular Delta Squadron. Them's a different group entirely. I do not have any opinions on or history with them at this time
For something a bit less serious, especially if Delta's still reading, I heard talk between 3 young'n pilots about 'some idiot drunk-flying a crap ship in an asteroid belt.' I just listened in and smiled, right up until they part where they thought I died, so I corrected them. They seemed to nearly instantly recognize me, if only for my reputation; one only had a small issue with what I looked like, but that was dismissed when he was informed I was with ARC. In general, it was a good time, and some hearty laughs. I've been seeing a lot of younger faces around in Remloks, like they just graduated flight school. Most of them still look star-struck.
I looked more into this 'Avali' thing that I've been called more than once now, I'm curious about my new appearance after all. A fictional alien creature, around during the 'furry' culture way back when, and apparently they were a popular one, when humanity had hopes that sentient ET life could still be humanoid and at least mostly civilized. Culture seems rather familiar; nomadic pack-hunters, 3-10 members in a single Pack, multiple packs formed a Tribe. Members of a pack would know each other inside and out, I would say 'like family' but the bond was apparently supposed to be a lot stronger, like multiple parts for a single organism.
The Biology remains entirely fictional, though; Carbon-based still, but they relied on Ammonia instead of water. Their home planet was a really REALLY cold moon, thicker atmosphere and lower gravity compared to Earth, but the creatures themselved remained rather small, averaging about 3 feet in height, but nearly twice that in length from head to tail-tip; still not used to mine, makes sitting on some chairs a bit awkward. Avalis (proper plural?) were also essential blind, their eye-site was far below our own average, but their big long quad ears more than made up for it, more sensitive than that of a dog, and pure silence may as well have been a death sentence to them. 3 fingers on each hand (Claws? Talons?) where I still got my 5, and their innards were remarkably avian but all the advanced machinery still recognizes me as human everywhere they poke. Yes, everywhere.
But no one wants a biology lesson on a thing that never existed, that's for NERDS! Y'all want spaceship shit.
So I went and built me a Mamba. She's not as nimble as I'd like yet, or probably will ever be. I fitted her with beam lazers and a pair of missile launchers, and she serves me well enough when I'm not stupid and pick my targets correctly. I'd still preffer my Corvette, though, but maybe I just need practice. And maybe a shield cell bank on her. I heard one of the Engineers out in Colonia can really help with that, but that requires me going all the way out there again. Dunno if I want to, really, at least not yet. I'll have to plan another week-end for it, maybe catch one of those Carriers that are headed that way; lot of them seem to, which I ain't arguing; helps out a lot of people.
I'm probably gonna take a break for a couple of days, let the new year role by. I'll still be updating the boards, though, but I won't be doing too much work. I mean I'll still be flying, likely restocking The Arctic Mage for the next push.