The Sentinel Fulcrum, 24: Return
12 Jan 2022Meowers
Seeing a pod release signal that was..rejected by a ship lockdown state and administrator password, I reacted instantly. He's... He's damn joking! It's... Col-285-Sector-something-worthless-turd-system, the only..ships here are occasional..explorers, one in a few weeks! And the star here..is not scoopable for hydrogen, they..have no interest in this system! He's..going to suffocate in..that goddamn pod.
Okay, he told me that he don't..feel safe around me. And he wanted to leave. Ejecting in a pod..into the goddamn nowhere. As if I was feeling safe around him. So damn safe..that I had an urge to put Marshmallow into an..emergency lockdown. So, I've hurried to the..cockpit, being as fast as I even can..with those wounds and bandages. Thankfully, I've changed to my old unarmoured suit... It was quite baggy and didn't restrict my..already impaired movements. Had the magboots on me as well, but they were turned off, as, you know, my legs... Reaching the pilot seat, I've removed the lockdown and activated the controls again.
Also..yeah. Said my thanks for pulling me out of that..doomed Anaconda. Otherwise..we'd have died. Me on the..Anaconda bridge, and..Creamy floating near Marshmallow without a chance to..open the airlock.
Ssshit...This is getting..seriously painful, I have to hurry... I hope those wounds really..aren't going to give me an..internal bleeding on top of that..goddamn pile of problems that I have already. Anyway, that..basic painkiller is too weak. But, a military-grade..emergency mix will kill me after..such a blood loss. Shit, can't see well... Route was plotted to Aucharnie station, HIP 90621 system. Quite reachable..only one or two refueling stops. Activating the jump sequence to the first system on the route, I..sighed in relief and placed myself more relaxed in the pilot seat..adjusting it to the most horizontal position that was possible.
So, he sat at the co-pilot seat... Telling me that I'm a dictator..on my own ship..deciding whom to protect and whom to attack, and my judgments are..too simple. Myopic, as he said. And those..double standards, when I met Jacqueline and him... They both are from..Imperial families. Both were forced to do..something that they didn't want to do... And then both were captured by the people who..wanted to find something or someone else. Both were..expendable. Until that messed up rescue operation. Crap. I didn't know a bit..about him except what I've been..told in that briefing. And..he's alive, safe and sound now... And I'm not so..just because I wanted to uncover the..truth about that..dubious contract from Herthans faction. He may think that..I'm a kind of mercenary or..something, and I don't..want to change his..opinion. As it's his..not mine. Sssshit..Can't talk much, can't process...
Everything is so damn blurred..What's the next system?..
Really can't talk more... And, ah, love the irony..I wanted to speak with him. Wanted to apologise for that..pattern of decisions and actions. I wanted to part..ways being at least not in some kind of argument. To settle the score..and move on. Much probably we..won't see each other in the future, I was almost sure... And, of course, he won't..have a slightest intention to see me again. After this. But... Yeah. Settle the score and move on...
And he said that..If I want to make Galaxy a better place, still..using the guns, I should point my weapons at... Pilots Federation. Hmm. There was a certain logic behind those words. As PF gives people an opportunity to make..big money on..killing each other. Fueling those..constant wars between factions, that..attract mercenaries, or..people like me, who think that..they're doing the right thing. And, again..wars are being won, mostly..by the factions that can..pay more.
Logic..I like it. No emotions, no affects, just..a thought. Produced purely..by a work of mind. An explanation. Cause and..effect. I really should get back to that..topic..later.
Now..can't. Too..weak...
Okay..one more jump and we're..there..I hope.