I'm no more a scoundrel.
26 Mar 2023WaldaHarja
I've been flying for years. I've always been after bigger ships or guns, but the main reason was credit itself.
I felt like a grain of sand immersed in between powerplays of the bubble, but at some point I realized there was more.
The void itself was my drive.
I started being good at it, I ejected few times but always survived.
The ship is an istrument to achieve a goal and the only thing that count is getting back my ass on a coriolis in the end.
At some point I've been an instrument myself accepting to be a courier for Ram Tah, an engineer that was dealing with ancient ruins in Synuefe. Fucking Synuefe. I was bored at the time, I couldn't stand hauling 1 more ton around fed space.
I had to see something different. So I left with Shellshock I (was my pride in terms of range and speed).
This changed everything. My mind could not conceive how some ruins could stand out there on some planet for 2 million years.
At that time my kind were fucking monkeys and these beings were fighting among stars.
I guess everything is relative, existence itself.
We got a carbon based organism, others for example get... Ammonia.
And this is the part when I found out about the others.
Those beings.
I heard before I saw them, radiotelescope was on fire near Maia. Never jumped that fast in between systems.
I was hauling meta alloys.
When I got back I felt like I gained experience even if I wasn't the only one speaking about Thargoids.
But since they were distant, all that remained was some AX fanatic slurring at the bar in Mitra. Chats. Nothing more.
Then everything at once started to evolve. This Salvation guy coming out of the black claiming some kind of unfinished business with an almost invisible foe. He fucked us. INRA in first place by hiding truths from the past war. I never thought I could be involved in this during my life time.
An all out war like never before, neither the first one was nearly close to what we're facing now, since it was something close to a frontier matter that occurred 150 years ago. I wasn't even born. To me it was just another chapter of emergency protocols during pilot accademy.
I fitted my war Krait Shellshock II.
I became a prepper like others. Many flew to Colonia, but I stayed. There's no point in leaving when this beings can sorround the bubble with ease.
I ejected. Many times. Also found my way back between debris through some mantainance hatchs on attacked spaceports.
I've seen things I couldn't even conceive.
Spending hours calibrating a cloche switching allarms with the whole fucking cockpit blew and I, still firing at this thing that was bullet spongin armor piercing multicannons.
In one world: Scary.
So I'm a scoundrell no more.
I'm a monkey on a Krait shooting at giant Ammonia insects.