Strong Blood Keeps Flowing.
26 Nov 2020LLamaRama
I've finally gotten a chance to write again now that my brother has taken off again. Before he left, he agreed to publish anything I wrote to his public logbook - which is pretty damn kind of him - said something about "I haven't the time to write it down". Shortly after he was sent off to the training grounds, he gained his license with flying colours. He said his instructor was some imperial sounding idiot who claimed he came from an "Independent System" and gave him an easy ride through the exam. He bumped around the training grounds, got a Cobra Mk III kitted out and a cool million in his pocket. I asked him why he chose the cobra, and he only said one word: "Jameson". I understood immediately - Jameson was our childhood hero and the very first man to give the Thargoids what they deserved. Something was off though because when I said that to him, his face dropped. I wonder if he learned something out there about Jameson that he is keeping close to his vest.
After he left the training grounds, he ran errands for the Empire and the Federation, eventually getting honorary military ranks in both. He pocketed the cash from every mission, despite offers for materials and cargo, and saved up to buy a Type-6. From there, he took up the mantel that our parents once had. As a trader, he quickly learned how to get backdoor software into Galnet that showed him good trade routes from data collected by most of the federation pilots. He used this data to get a Type-7, then a Type-9. He earned the rank of Elite Trader in that Type-9, an Ice White whale he affectionately named "Moby Brick".
With a billion credits in his pocket and good standing with both navies, he met a couple of battle-hardened veteran of Anti-Xeno combat from the Anti-Xeno Initiative. He learned all he could from them about cold orbiting and where to find hidden guardian relics. A new Asp Explorer - the same one he came to Colonia with - and a couple of days later, and he had a device that could make his ship jump 10.5Ly farther without any tinkering with the FSD, and a set of cannons that could bring down a Thargoid Interceptor.
He strapped those cannons to a new Alliance Chieftain, and the crazy bastard managed to bag his first Thargoid intercept on his third try. When he told me this story, he had a stone-cold look in his eye, but a smile that said: "I did it for us". I couldn't argue with that smile, It seemed like killing one of the bastards got him closure for our parents.